and then you fell in love with her

anonymous asked:

Macky, you are killing me!! Who are Nami's parents??

Sorry for killing you! :D 

Nami’s mother, Sessi, was an adventurous marine biologist from the Southern Water Tribe. She wasn’t a waterbender, but she loved the sea and was a skilled sailor who independently tracked and catalogued the migration patterns of thousands of Dolphin-Whales and Koala Otters. She was commissioned by the Northern Water Tribe to evaluate the environmental impact of oil rigs off the coast of the North Pole. During her field work, she met Tomkin, a non-bender laborer on one of the oil rigs. (She actually saved him from drowning when he accidentally fell into the icy waters.) He took her to dinner to thank her, and they hit it off~

They married, had Nami, and settled down in the Northern Water Tribe. Sessi wasn’t exactly the domestic type, though. As much as she loved her daughter and husband, she couldn’t stand being cooped up in the North Pole, so she resumed her research and went on numerous month-long expeditions across the ocean. One day, she didn’t come back. It’s unclear what happened, but authorities guessed she had crashed into an iceberg. Her father was of course devastated. Nami was only 6 years old when it happened.

*** I know the dead mom trope is overdone, but apart from Genji, everyone else in Team Avatar had a relatively normal childhood. I chose this for specific characterization, plot stuff, etc. Also apparently around 8% of households in the U.S. are single-father homes, so it isn’t as uncommon as some people think ***

Happy 51st birthday to the most influential woman I’ve ever known. Helena has been a role model for me for many years now, she’s an amazing person inside and out. If it wasn’t for her, I’d have never met my girlfriend of nearly four years @murderous-absolution ! She brought us together through solely being a fan of hers. I’ve watched her movies countless times and I always remember why I first fell in love with her. What a woman. Happy birthday HBC, hope you have a cracking day! ❤️

Attitude Problem- Part 4

Link to part 3:

“You seriously expect me to believe that, Finn?” Y/n smirked.

My heart began pounding in my chest when she rolled her eyes at me and yanked her wrist away from my grip.

She didn’t believe me.

She doesn’t trust me.

“Y/n, how else am I supposed to make you believe me?” I called after her as she headed towards the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.

She took a small sip from the bottle, set it down on the counter and narrowed her eyes at me like she was adjusting the aim to shoot lasers at me.

“You’re telling me you asked me out to show off to the guys that you could get any girl that you want but then you allegedly fell in love with me YET you slept with some hoe bag, behind my back?”

Well, if she put it like that…

“We weren’t even officially dating when that happened…” I tried reasoning with her.

“What were we then when this happened?” She seethed at me, demanding an answer. I think, no matter what I said, her question had no right answer- only wrong answers.

Y/n exhaled sharply when I didn’t respond to her question.

“Yeah, I thought so.” She quipped and walked to her bedroom. Then she slammed the door with a loud bang and I traced the ceiling to see if there were any cracks visible on it.

I fucked up. Big time.
I wondered if I should stick around or leave y/n alone. This wasn’t like one of our usual fights where she’d calm down after a few hours and we could hug it out. The more she let the abhorrent thoughts fester, the more she’d grow to hate me.

The thought of losing her actually ached my chest. It felt like it was going to crack open from the middle and some grim reaper would just suck the soul out of me.

I sat on her couch listlessly, overthinking every thing when my phone distracted me. It was a text from Karl.

“Did you tell her? Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. She hates me.”

Just then Karl called me. He was laughing, trying to catch his breath so as to form a legible sentence.

“Oi dickhead. Why is this amusing to you?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t see this one coming, Balor. Did you think she was going to beg you to let her have your babies? She’s obviously going to hate you for it, man.” He jibed.

“So what am I supposed to do now?” I raised my voice in agitation.

“Relax babe. Winning back someone’s trust takes time. And with y/n, I know it’s going to take a hella lotta time.”

I knew what he was getting at. And he was right. I wasn’t going to win back y/n overnight. She needed to know I was a changed man. She needed to know that she could trust me because I… loved her more than anything else in this world.

“Thanks for getting me into this shit, Anderson.” I accused him jokingly.

“Hey, we had no idea you’d actually get the girl. I mean, let’s not forget Japan but nobody thought,you of all people was going to fall in love.”

For some odd reason that made me smile. As terrified as I had always been of falling in love, loving y/n was easily the greatest thing in my life today.

I felt better after speaking with Karl and I decided to wait for y/n come out of her room. Although, 15 minutes later I grew desperately impatient and tried my luck at turning the door knob.

It wasn’t locked!

The room was dimly lit with all the curtains drawn. Y/n sat on the floor, leaning against the foot of her bed, holding a book open on her knees. She read quietly, as she always did when she sought an escape from the outside world. Maybe right now, all she wanted to escape was…me.

I took a seat next to her on the floor. The marble flooring was kind of cool and it made me think of the numerous times I would ask her to stop sitting there.

“What’s this big bed for if you’re just going to lay on the floor all the time?” I asked her once, clearly bemused by her quirk.

“I don’t know, I just like it here.” She smiled sweetly at me.

I watched her read in silence for a few minutes. Then she lifted her head up from the book and slowly turned towards me.

“Why are you staring at me?” She asked flatly.

“Erm…I don’t know.”

“You should go home.” She looked at me with sad eyes.

“Until a few days back, we were living together. At my place.” I pointed out solemnly.

“I don’t want to live with you anymore.” Y/n whispered to me, almost apologetically, like she had no choice but to do this.

I think my chest was actually beginning to crack now.

“Y/n, please don’t do this.”

Y/n looked away from me, keeping her eyes down at the floor without saying a word.

POV change:

She momentarily flinched at his touch but didn’t move her hand as he held it. Finn traced his thumb across each one of her fingers as she sat there like a statue. He turned her hand to trace the lines on her palm and drew similar patterns all the way up to her arm.

Y/n always liked it when Finn did that. But right now the touch of his fingers was burning her skin. She removed her hand from his hold and ran her fingers gently across his short hair.

Finn closed his eyes at her touch as she fought to control her tears from falling. He leaned his forehead against her temple as she nimbly ran her tiny fingers across his hair.

Finn always liked it when y/n did that. And he didn’t want her to stop doing that. Ever.

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Forever and Always

Request:  Can u do fem!reader x maria (or peggy)?

Pairing: Peggy Schuyler x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 699(so disappointing)

Warning: None

The morning was bright in your bleary eyes as you woke up one morning, still groggy from sleep.  You groaned and pushed the blankets off your body, allowing your arms to stretch out. You heard a soft mumble from behind you and turned slightly to see your girlfriend Peggy clinging to your waist, head buried in your back. Your smile grew wide, heart full of love as you took her in. 

The light gently kissed the skin of your lover, illuminating her frame. she shined with the heavenly glow of an angel. You smiled softly and watched her peacefully sleep as your heart fluttered lovingly. Her chest rose and fell, her lips twitched idly. You were amazed by how beautifully she looked, even in rest. You were amazed by how in love you were.

You let out a sigh, wanting nothing but to sit and watch your beautiful sunrise, but knowing you had to get up and face the day. You let yourself take one last glance at your caramel skinned goddess before carefully slipping out of bed. You shuffled your way out of your room and into the kitchen. You weren’t feeling coffee this morning, so you grabbed a glass of orange juice instead. You hoped Peggy wouldn’t be too upset there wouldn’t be any coffee ready for her once she woke up like usual.

You took a sip of the juice and found your way to the balcony door through groggy eyes. Opening the sliding door, you smiled and took a deep breath as the fresh air rushed past your face. There was a light breeze, and it was perfect. The new morning sun beamed down on your face as you closed the door and sat gently down on your chair. You took another swig of your orange juice before setting the glass down on the small table beside you.

You leaned forward against the railing, closed your eyes and listened to the world.

The calm breeze whistled in your ears as the birds harmonized in a beautiful song. The red and orange and yellow trees rustled, whispering relaxingly in your ear. The woman in the apartment below you tapped her foot to a song playing in her head as the old train sounded from far off. Soon, the door slid open behind you and a small smile curled your lips as the love of your life let out a tired mumble.

“So bright,” She said as you sat up and to take her in. Her hair was out of it’s trademark ponytail, wildly messy but curly all the same. Her glossy eyes were half-lidded and riddled with fatigue. Her hand reached up to rub the sleep out of her eyes, but she pulled away looking slightly sleepier.

“Welcome to the outside world,” You told her with a giggle, reaching out towards her. She took your hand and gave it a squeeze as you pulled her closer. She smiled and wrapped her arms around your neck as she rested her chin on your head.

“I missed you,” She said quietly. You smiled and leaned back against her, taking in the sweet scent she always seemed to carry.

“Missed me when?” You questioned, wondering when you had left. 

“When I woke up. You weren’t in bed.” You chuckled, letting your eyes slide closed. You took in the moment. The relaxing sound of nature around you, the warmth of your girlfriend as her arms wrapped around you. The
smooth sound of her breathing reminding you that she was there, that she always would be. You almost forgot to respond.

“I’ve only been out of bed for a few minutes. Hardly enough time to miss me.”

“Yes it was,” she pouted, holding you tighter, “It’s always better to wake up and see you beside me in the morning.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.“

"You better. I’ll be upset if I wake up without you again tomorrow." 

"I’m sorry, Peggy. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Just stay here with me,” She muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You let your eyes flutter close.

“I will," you told her,  grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles, "forever and always.“ 

pegasusdragontiger  asked:

I need a fluffy/cute/adorable meet cute that is hilarious on how reader/Chris and another of reader/Chris an babies!!

Ok so I finally realized you were asking for two stories… so here is a short little drabble that takes care of both ideas for ya (hopefully)

You wake up to the soft rumble of your husband’s voice. Rolling over, you rub your eyes and let them focus in the early morning light. Chris is propped up against the headboard with your six-month-old son resting against his chest.

“I wasn’t sure what to think of your mom, at first,” Chris tells the baby, not aware that you’ve woken up. “Your uncle Scott and I were at a football game and your mom was there, too. She was yelling and screaming at the refs and totally into the game.” You hear him chuckle. “Just between you and me, I’m pretty sure I fell in love with her right then and there.”

You smile against your pillow. You’d been pretty taken by him, yourself. You’d only been at the game because your friend had won tickets and had asked you to come with her. The two of you hadn’t realized that your seats were in a suite until you’d been escorted to it. You’d both been amazed by the amenities of the suite and the free food and drinks.

“I don’t think your mom liked me at first,” Chris tells your son. “She called me an obnoxious frat boy.”

You giggle at the memory, alerting Chris and your son to the fact that you are awake. Outed, you sit up and smile when the baby reaches for you. You take him from Chris and bring him to your breast for a feeding. He latches on immediately and begins to suckle.

“You were an obnoxious frat boy that day,” you say to Chris. “Bouncing around the suite and drinking too much. I might be a loud football fan, but at least I don’t spill drinks on people in the suite.”

“It worked out in the end, didn’t it?” He gestures to the baby.

You look down at the baby who is a perfect combination of you and Chris and smile. He is right, it all worked out better than you could have ever imagined it would.

Chris had apologized profusely after spilling his beer all over you. He had made it up to you by buying you a new shirt with your favorite player’s name on the back. Then he and his brother had taken you and your friend out to dinner after the game. It had been over dinner that the two of you had hit it off immediately.

Six months later, you’d moved into his house and, three months after that, the two of you had gotten married. Fast forward eighteen months and here you were.

The End

issues | jeon jungkook

Genre: Angst 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Warnings: Language, our bunny boy being sad :( 

Summary: Jungkook knows he fucked up. All he has is his own false hope, now.

Wordcount: 1.1k

You felt your mouth drop to the ground. Your suitcase slowly falling out of your hand. You looked in dismay watching as Jungkook made out the bimbo in front of you. The blood rushed to your face and you knees fell weak. The padding of your feet sounded out and Jungkook yelled for the girl to leave. She pulled her shirt back on, flipped her hair over her shoulder, “douche” and ran out the door. 

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anonymous asked:

Im ashamed to say that at first I was not too keen on Amy simply because of her relationship with Mark. I realised it was stupid and then fell in love with her when I saw her in a video.

at least you got over it! I wish everyone could :c

anonymous asked:

How do you think the fell bros + fell grillby and the sf bros + sf grillby react to finding out their beautiful crush is secretly a glamoured Huldra woman (Norwegian mythical creature with a cows tail and hollow back). They find out when she accidentally grabs something red hot but is totally fine after dropping it. Maybe she's so startled by slipping up that her glamour (that makes her look human) falls to reveal her ethereal appearance! :)

(Quick google search revealed that Huldras are probably connected to Frau Holle, and since I loved the fairy tale about her I’m super glad about this information

UF Sans: He is…scared. At first. He is fine with surprises, but his initial reaction is fear, so give him a few moments to get his bearings again before you explain what you are. He is….pretty ok with it. Like, he is a walking, mustard drinking skeleton, if you where ok with that, he is ok with you having a tail and not beeing hurt by hot things. He is a bit disappointed that you haven’t told him before, but he gets that you probably had a reason.

UF Papyrus: He let’s out a squeek. And actual squeek. He is pretty easily startled, and you grabbing something extremly hot and then suddenly changing into your true form is pretty damn startling. Explain him what you are in the fastest way possible, he doesn’t have the patience to listen to long explenations and migth panick if you don’t reassure him that it’s still you. Otherwise hes fine with you beeing who you are, he will be a bit grumpy for the next few days because you didn’t tell him earlier (and because he is embaressed by his reaction).

UF Grillby: “What the fuck!” His flames flare wildly, he is already in a defensive stance. But he get’s his cool back pretty quickly and gives you time to explaine. Afterwards he will chuckles sligthly, you really manged to surprise him, that’s not an easy thing to do. He grows pretty fond of your tail.

SF Sans: He is all over you in an instance, he is so floored by yoir appearance. And especially by your skill to touch hot things without sustaining any damage. He wants you to become his battle buddy, you two would be unstoppable in his opinion. 

SF Papyrus: He is so fascinated by you true form, the nerd in him is screaming. Please tell him everything about yourself. But he wont pressure you, trying to keep his cool, but his eyes are shimmering in excitement.

SF Grillby: He proptly stumbles over his feet. However one manges to do so while standing still. He will first and foremost make sure you are actually unhurt, he knows exactly what nasty wound extrem heat can cause. After that he studies you with a warm gazy. He is very fond of different creatures, he has a few fiery pets that he acquired because of that reason. That doesnt mean he will treat you differently, but at least he stopps worrying that he could hirt you if his control over his flames slips

anonymous asked:

I sent an ask a long time ago about how I only go on Tumblr to check on Lucky Us tidbits, and you responded with a hint about chapter 29 that flew over my head until I read it?!! You are so sneaky!!!! But I love it. And you. You are so great! I'll be so sad when LU is over! But right now, I can read chapter 29 over and over again and feel complete!

That’s great because I started writing Chapter 30 this morning and then my brain fell over dead, so I’m letting her recharge for a while. XD

anonymous asked:

Your AU is so unique and wonderful I love it!! 1 question, who will be Blue!Steven's moms? Is there a mom swap? Same moms? Just Greg and Blue Pearl?

Thank you! You’re so sweet, anon. The momswap is Blue Diamond (who fell in love with human rockstar named Greg Universe). She gave up her majestic and physical form to gave birth to Steven Diamond Universe. Currently the only mom/dad/Guardian figure is Greg and Blue Pearl.

But I assure you his family is about to get even bigger, ;)

anonymous asked:

I loved that episode, but I am scared and excited for this next season. I just love the development in bellarkes relationship this season and I am worried that this jump will ruin some of the development. And how do you think the girl will affect the relationship?

It will halt the development.

But it will change it into something else.

My theory was always that Clarke fell deeper in love with Bellamy when she was separated from him. From when he was in MW to her 3 months alone, and now with this total devotion to just the HOPE that he’s alive.

What happened to Bellamy is more of a mystery so it’s really hard to tell.

They have always taken HUGE leaps in their relationship while they were apart, and when they reunited, they game back together with an even deeper relationship. 

I expect that to happen again but to a greater degree. 

As for Madi? Becoming a mom changes you, but I think Bellamy understands that. Considering his relationship with Octavia.

The legend returns- Vikings imagine

Characters: Bjorn x reader + Ragnar

Requested: Yes from anon

Prompt: Hello, I would like to request an imagine about being Björns wife and having children together. Also Ragnar always loved her like a daughter and when he returns, the reader is really happy. Thank you :) 

Warnings: None 

Word count: 762(will try to make them longer) 


         “Björn be careful, he is young” smiling as I held my year old daughter, Gyda who was named after Björn’s sister, and watched my husband teaching my son to fight by launching him into his first sword battle. Dramatically ‘dying’ Björn fell and hugged my son as they collapsed to the ground in a fit of laughter. “Sorry my dear, but he must learn for I will be going south soon. Plus, he tells me that he wishes to match my father’s legend one day.” At this I simply nodded and smiled while planting a kiss on my son’s forehead.                         My son, Arnbjǫrn, had his grandfather’s piercing blue eyes and his leading spirit but sadly he had not met him for he left some years ago. Ragnar Lothbrok, some may say he is the most legendary Viking of our time, but to me he was like a father. My father worked a farm which I grew up on, he and Ragnar were good friends but when Kattegat was attacked, my parents died and only I was left. From then, Ragnar treated me like his own daughter and Björn and I grew close after he took me in as our farm was destroyed and the animals stolen. After Ragnar left years ago, Björn and I moved on but I had always hoped he’d return.                                                                                                 Björn had gone with his brothers and Arnbjǫrn to the hunting cabin early this morning so I was preparing food for when he returned while Gyda slept. Gyda woke soon enough and I continued my work with her in my lap, I got lost in thought and began to daydream.                                                                      “Who wants to be King?!” I dropped my pot in shock for I know that voice, but continued as I must be dreaming I thought “Who wants to be King! Do you Hvitserk?” ,until I see crowds of people running past my home towards the centre of Kattegat. Picking up Gyda I investigated the commotion to discover Ragnar face to face with Hvitserk, pushing through the crowd to Björn I reached him promptly hugging Arnbjǫrn close to me. As Ragnar made his way down the line of his sons, he soon stood in front of Björn before turning to Arnbjǫrn and crouching down as the crowds dispersed leaving my family and Ragnar alone.                                                                                                          

“And who are you then?” 

          Proudly my son puffed his chest and looked the legend in the eye. “My name is Arnbjǫrn and I am the son of Björn Ironside and Grandson of Ragnar Lothbrok.”                                                                                                                       At this Ragnar laughed and looked behind Arnbjǫrn to me, “I see you have told him my stories y/n?”                                                                                        Björn switched his attention to Arnbjǫrn, “Look closer my son, do you not recognise your own eyes when looking at them, this is my father, your grandfather.” After meeting Arnbjǫrn and talking with Björn, Ragnar came to me while I held Gyda, he stared at her trying to hide a smile for a few moments before he spoke, “And is this my granddaughter?” I nodded “May I?” as he gestured with his arms and I gently handed her over, again he was briefly silent, “What is her name?”                                                                                             I stroked my daughter’s head and then placed my hand on Ragnar’s shoulder, “Her name is Gyda, Björn insisted for his sister.” At this Ragnar raised his head to look at me and made an attempt to smile but I could see the pain in his eyes as he thought of his daughter. He then hugged me gently holding Gyda in one arm when pulling away he spoke, “She will be the best shieldmaiden to ever live because she is the daughter of Bjorn Ironside who will teach her well.” He nodded his head over to Arnbjǫrn as he fought with Ubbe then continued “and if that boy does not grow to be a better warrior than myself I will be shocked.”                                                                                               I pulled him in for a tight embrace(careful not to crush Gyda though of course) as I said my thanks, wiping away small tears from my face, sensing Ragnar’s concern I announced that it was tears of happiness because he has returned. “Ragnar, I have missed you, I am glad Arnbjǫrn has your eyes, they remind me of you and what he is capable of. Thank you Ragnar.”                                  “Y/N! Come, I need to talk to you!” Björn’s voice called out across the market, breaking the moment between myself and Ragnar. I took Gyda back and said my goodbyes to Ragnar before joining my husband with his brother and my son. 


I hope you enjoyed this imagine!! First Vikings imagine, I liked writing it actually :) Keep sending in requests!!!

Megan x 

Supernatural Survey

So I was tagged by two people in this: @mandylove1000 and @danica-queen-of-hell

1. What season did you start watching Supernatural?
I binge watched it on Netflix, just in time to start real time watching of season 9

2. Who was the first character you fell in love with? Definitely Dean! 

3. Who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love? Meg. Hated her at first, but grew to love her sarcasm.

4. Which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with? Dean.

5. If you could go on just one date with one character, which one would you choose? Dean

6. What would you do on the date? I’d just want to go on a roadtrip with him.

7. Which character would you most want to be like? Jody. She’s a baddass!

8. Which character would you most like to see brought back from the dead? Bobby!! I loved Bobby!

9. Which character would you most like to punch? Ketch, Dick Roman, Uriel

10. Who is your absolute favorite character? Dean.

11. Which “Big Bad” do you think was the worst? Lilith. Creepy kid!

12. Which character are you most like? Maybe Sam

13. What death hit you the hardest? Bobby! And Sam’s Death in Season 2 finale. The acting was outstanding!

14. What season finale hit you the hardest? Swan Song for sure! But I always cry during the season 2 two part finale. 

15. What are your ten all-time favorite episodes? Trying to pick is hard!! 1.) Swan Song 2.) Bad Day at Black Rock 3.) The pilot (where it all began!) 4.) In My Time of Dying 5.) What is and What should never be. 6.) Yellow Fever 7.) Abandon All Hope 8.) Brother’s Keeper 9.) Mystery Spot 10.) Baby

16. What’s been your favorite season? 1 and 5

17. Who is your favorite angel? Gabriel

18. Who’s your favorite demon? Crowley

19. Who’s your favorite evil character? Crowley

20. Do you have any Supernatural ships? Not really, but I’m not against ships either. 

21. Who’s your favorite supporting actor? Rob Benedict.

22. What’s your favorite quote from the show? I can’t pick one!

23. If you could cast one famous actor in an episode of SPN, who would you chose? I don’t know

24. If you could write your own episode, what kind of creature would you like to see included? Like the Swamp Man. That would be funny. 

25. Who’s your favorite girl that Dean’s hooked up with? Maybe the porn actress. I liked how excited he was about it. 

26. Who’s your favorite girl that Sam’s hooked up with? Ruby

27. What are some of your favorite convention moments? Being there when Jensen sang Sister Christian. And being there when he rapped Ice, Ice Baby. Oh, and being there to hear the hotel story

28. If you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on SPN, how would you want your character described? Shy, but always there for them when they need it.

29. What do you hope to see in the next season? I really want it to be about the two brothers again. With the monster of the week.

30.-40. If you had to choose…
Bobby or John? Bobby.

Bela or Ruby? Ruby. Bela was annoying.

Tagging some people who might wawnt to do it: @wayward-girl, @fangirlingfanatic2442, @amanda-teaches, and anyone else.

what's a fire and how does it - what's the word? - burn

so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking

what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?

because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”

ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.

she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –

what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?

ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.

so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.

so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.

she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.

the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.

ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”

“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.

“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”

“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.

she has legs.

“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”

and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.

but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings

. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.

then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”

so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.

“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”

“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”

“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”

“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.

when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.

so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.

but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.


the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.

she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”

and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.

“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.

this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.

she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.

once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.

so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.

“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”

“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.

triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.

he doesn’t have to.

she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.

they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”

all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.

so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.

they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.

her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.

she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.

she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.

eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.

she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.

because they all know.

it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –

ariel’s reign will begin.

A little advice
  • Lena: I was raised by monsters and still turned out to be a beautiful, powerful creature with amazing posture and a soft gay soul.
  • Lexa: I would fist bump you but I am Heda so an approving nod will have to do.
  • Lena: Understandable. Also, I'm in love with a beautiful blonde who fell from space.
  • Lexa: I have, as Raven would say, been there sister.
  • Lexa: *if she says it's Clarke I will have to kill her no matter the bond we now share*
  • Lena: But she's seeing a man-child because she's unhappy and heteronormativity drove her to him.
  • Lexa: A particularly irksome problem which I myself have had. You know what to do.
  • Lena: Invite her on dates and gaze lovingly at her?
  • Lexa: Well yes, an impeccable strategy to be sure. Also you should arrange to have him killed.
  • Lena: I'm listening...
Five reasons to watch Netflix's new Anne of Green Gables adaption, Anne With An "E"...

So I didn’t think I would need to make a post like this but negative reviews that don’t do the show justice (particularly that horrible vanity fair article) have apparently left me no choice….
Overall, Netflix’s Anne With An “E” or simply Anne The Series as it was called when it originally aired on the CBC in Canada, is wonderful. 

here are five reasons why you should watch Anne With An “E” on Netflix:

1. Anne herself, Amybeth McNulty. 

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Amybeth completely captures Anne’s spirit. I swear it’s like someone shook the book and Amybeth fell out of it. She plays Anne with all the dreaminess, quirkiness, and charm that we know and love, as well as adding more depth to her than we’ve seen in previous adaptions. This brings me to my next point…

2. Anne is portrayed as an abuse and trauma survivor, as she should be! 

Sure, we all love the lighthearted humor of Anne’s many misadventures in the original stories, and that’s still there in Anne With An “E”, but Anne was also the victim of a lot of mental and physical neglect and abuse in her past life before being adopted by the Cuthberts. In the show, she suffers from symptoms of PTSD and the effects of her past trauma are evident. The result of adding more details of Anne’s past do make the show darker at times, but the dark times only make the light times shine brighter, and we know there are more light times to come in Anne’s story!

3. Besides Amybeth, the rest of the cast is superb as well! 

All around, the casting is spot on and the acting is spectacular! I don’t even know what else to say here, but everyone is just so wonderful!!!

And don’t think I’d forget… you can count on me to give a special shout-out to everyone’s favorite slate smack recipient, Gilbert Blythe.  

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Lucas Jade Zumann is PERFECT as Gilbert. He brings a slyness and playfulness to Gilbert that was there in the books but glossed over in other adaptions. And by the way, his chemistry with Amybeth McNulty is everything you could ever ask for and more…

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(side note: I would also like to throw out a special mention to Aunt Josephine Barry, no spoilers but she’s more lovable than she’s ever been)

4. The show tackles timeless and contemporary themes of identity, feminism, bullying, and prejudice.

Anne’s life, realistically, doesn't become all sunshine and rainbows as soon as she comes to Avonlea. She struggles to fit in and faces bullying at school. The show also addresses issues of sexism and classism and does a great job at it while accurately (for the most part) staying within the time period it is portraying. 

5. Everything about the show is high quality.    

From the aforementioned acting to the cinematography, music, costume design, sets, editing, and the GORGEOUS opening title sequence, everything is the highest quality and you can tell how much thought, time, effort, and passion went into the making of this show. 

Please give it a chance and check it out on Netflix, given the opportunity the show could grow and get even better if it is renewed for future seasons!

heartbreak chronicles {1} | M


Contains: bad crack, smut {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 10,164

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

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A/N: I tried out a “lighter” writing style for… whatever this is. Hope you guys like it! | This fic is based on the movie “John Tucker must die” | SUB!BTS COLLAB

The girl’s request echoed on the warm air of your living room, dancing on silence as your body was covered in shock. For an instant, you truly believed you had misheard her words, replacing them for something much more unrealistic. Regardless, as the quietude fell like a blanket over the two of you, you noticed, at last, that your friend could not be more serious. “You want me to do what?” You finally asked, flabbergasted.

The night had started normally — and that was all that you could ever wish for. All that you wanted was to rest after an exhausting week, merely putting your your pajamas and watching shallow TV shows until your tiredness forced you to go to sleep. You wanted to get some pizza and gossip with your roommate about the most frivolous of subjects, allowing for the storm of stress and unfinished projects to disperse from around your head.

However, she had a different idea of how that night would unfold. “We want you to break his heart,” Lisa told you with utter serenity, as if the words that had left her mouth were no more than mundane. “Thought that was quite clear.”

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be warned: you may fall in love.
you may fall in love and it will hurt like lightning has struck your skeleton, and you heart will crumble into sand, and your lungs will collapse in as if they can not longer grasp oxygen because someone special has stolen all the air in the room. 
you may fall in love and you will never recover. heartbreaks don’t heal until you fall in love again, and god knows, nothing will be the same. 
hold their name on your tongue like honey, taste the syllables and savor them. your thoughts are candy, so sweet, and they cover someone in salty beauty and you have fallen in love.
and it hurts like lightning. but it also illuminates the night sky in a silhouette of shadows that spread across the horizon in a future that you have never seen before. it also wakes you up as if you had never lived before, as if you had never seen the sun. 
someone burns you as if they are the sun and you are a scorched venus, and oh darling, you have fallen in love with the pain.
be warned: falling in love will kill you.
—  warnings || r.m. || 5.16.17