at least when it comes to her own feelings

The girl who laughs too loud. Oh god, you could tell her to shut up before she even starts but there’s something about that high pitched laugh. It’s not a pretty laugh but it’s a laugh you’ll remember.

The girl who smiles all the time at literally everything, who practices it in the mirror at night when everyone’s asleep or in the middle of the day when no one’s really paying attention to her.

The girl who journeys alone. She’s not ugly, but she’s not beautiful. It makes her feel worthless sometimes, like love will never come her way like she expects it to on a midnight train. She wants the full experience, the love letters and chocolates and the lifetime together until you’re old and senile. She’d be the best girlfriend. She would be all in.

The girl who breaks her own heart from time to time right on schedule. At least once every month, there’s one bad thought. Or a bad encounter with a friend or a good cry that feels like the end of the world.

The girl who thinks she’s the only one who is different and that no one else could possibly understand her. She can’t wait to go to New York and do New York things. Maybe a little Paris too.

This girl paints pictures in her mind everyday, to the point where it feels like she’s actually seeing them first hand. This girl is worth every single page.

—  Write This Girl, ultra-mckenzie-me 
Yomo's reaction to the wedding.

Yomo’s reaction to Touka and Kaneki’s wedding can be understood better if we pay attention to the emotional link that he shares with them.

When Yomo met Kaneki and began to know him better, he probably compared him with Arata, not only because of their physical characteristic but because the two of them shared similar personalities.

That’s why when Kaneki got tortured by Jason and chose to abandon the Anteiku, he feared that he also shared the same fate as him, never coming back again.

And just as he feared, Kaneki due to different circumstances got lost in his return and presumably died.

That is what he believed at least, because years later Kaneki returns in form of Haise Sasaki, but without his memories.

Yomo that sees his sister in Touka’s eyes, presence with impotence how his niece despite all the evidences keeps waiting for his return, hurting her own feelings in the process.

But when he was about to lost all hope, Kaneki returns and comes back to Anteiku, reciprocating Touka’s feelings and marrying her.

As we know from ch 71, Yomo’s greatest wish and hope is to see the sons of her sister grow up and form a family, seeing his family line extend in time.

That’s why he is so happy for them, because he hasn’t just seen the suffering of his niece to end but see her happy and with a family.

Nonbinary characters in Steven Universe

Steven Universe has been (rightly) praised for its inclusion of nonbinary gender characters. We live in a world where media almost exclusively presents characters who are men or women (and often treats binary trans people, when they’re even included, as if they are an additional “middle” gender even if they don’t identify that way). So of course, characters who are agender or nonbinary are long overdue and worth celebrating.


Steven Universe includes two forms of nonbinary characters, and they both involve aliens. We have Gems who come from space and are largely femme-presenting nonbinary aliens (who use she/her pronouns, but that does not make them female), and we have Fusions whose gender and pronouns are shifted to neutral or undetermined when Steven is included.

While it’s still great to have such a cool science fiction show that’s got nonbinary characters, presenting their nonbinary gender as a consequence of “mixed” genders or extraterrestrial origin subtly associates nonbinary gender with being nonhuman. 

Stevonnie is referred to canonically as “they/them,” and it sets a great example, but we know they are a Fusion of Connie (she/her) and Steven (he/him). 

Smoky Quartz has been referred to as “they” in a context where it was unclear whether it was them or their components being talked about, but given the precedent, I assume Smoky is also they/them: another Fusion of a she/her and a he/him. Fusions of Gems who both use “she/her” are also referred to as she/her, so these pronouns are not reserved for Fusions.

I know several nonbinary, trans, and otherwise gender-atypical people who relate really hard to Stevonnie and/or Smoky, and are thrilled to have this kind of representation. It’s so excellent to see Stevonnie, with their femme-leaning androgyny and their clear attractiveness to guys and girls on the show, developing confidence and never dragging the audience through a Very Special Episode where they feel required to disclose and discuss their gender. They’re worried about other things, but this gender thing? It just is, and people in their life don’t make a big deal out of that part of it. But I think we need more, and I think Steven Universe is just the show to do it.

We currently DO NOT HAVE any known nonbinary characters in the show who are not either aliens or Fusions. If we continue to represent nonbinary characters as having a nonbinary gender only because they’re a mixture of male and female or influenced by nonhuman gender concepts, we’re presenting it as a concept but not as one that might be applicable to someone in the non-magical, non-alien, everyday Earthly world. 

But nonbinary humans are everywhere, and I would love to see someone show up in the show with casually referenced nonbinary representation–so we know this isn’t a gender concept we can only accept in association with fantasy concepts.

What’s interesting is the Steven Universe COMICS are already doing this. First, in Issue 1 of the ongoing comic series begun in early 2017, Steven, Peridot, and Lapis find a baby bird. Steven automatically defaults to they/them pronouns for the bird, and after they argue about the bird’s name for a while, they settle on naming them Susan. 

Susan is a name pretty heavily coded as female in Western society, but they set a great example here by NOT having Steven change to she/her pronouns to refer to the bird just because they have a traditionally feminine name. There is no discussion of what pronouns to use and no justification of this. It’s just there for you to accept, casually, as it should be.

In Issue 2 of the ongoing comic series, we have Stevonnie going to prom with Kiki. There is plenty of weirdness associated with this because Kiki doesn’t know Stevonnie is a Fusion of two kids and they’re both struggling with teen awkwardness that has nothing to do with Stevonnie’s Fusion status, but what’s significant about this is Kiki’s automatic, consistent use of they/them pronouns for Stevonnie when introducing them to her friends. 

Plus, Stevonnie and Kiki use the same dressing room when trying on dresses, try on a variety of clothes (some of which are traditionally gendered either male or female), and don’t completely ignore the issue. 

Kiki asks Stevonnie if they prefer to lead or follow, and that’s a really nice acknowledgment that the expected gender roles have to be redefined for a dance couple like them. 

If you just present a nonbinary character where no one’s ever confused about how to treat them, you’re ignoring programming nearly everyone in our society has, and it’s inevitable that someone like Stevonnie would sometimes confuse people if they’re trying to squeeze them into a gender box–and unfortunately, that also sometimes means being misgendered, like when Kevin called Stevonnie “girl” during their first appearance on the show.

But then, most notably, in Issue 4 of the ongoing comic series, Peridot goes to a Renaissance Faire and watches a joust, with a visiting knight named “Sir Render.” And Sir Render, despite their traditionally masculine appearance and title of “Sir,” is consistently referred to with they/them pronouns. 

Even though they’re a pretty beefy, hefty knight, and even while they’re getting booed by audience members who want them to lose. Nonbinary people do not have to be androgynous, and they/them pronouns can apply to people who are frequently perceived as traditionally feminine or traditionally masculine. Sir Render doesn’t HAVE to “try” to look androgynous or less traditionally masculine to have their pronouns respected. And Sir Render is a background human. Not a Fusion and not an alien. This comic also includes the phrase “Lords, ladies, and gentle-enbies.” Wow.

Some people have criticized Steven Universe for featuring so many same-gender relationships between Gems without broaching that subject with humans. Gems are not women/girls, but because of their gender presentation and consistent use of she/her pronouns, they are clearly designed to at least be very relatable to female and femme audiences. Nonbinary people are certainly supposed to be able to see themselves in the Gems, but girls and women can too–it’s amorphous and up to interpretation, and couples like Ruby and Sapphire or Pearl and Rose can be very meaningful to fans who feel their relationships are more like their own relationships than most anything on television. But when it comes to humans, the explicitly romantic relationships and crushes that include them are surprisingly straight. (And this is acknowledging that human men’s crushes on Gems are not “straight” crushes, since literally any relationship that includes one of them is a queer-coded romance by human standards, but these men are likely perceiving the Gems as women and being attracted to them for the same reasons they are attracted to women.)

Jamie crushes on Garnet. Mayor Dewey crushes on Pearl. Greg crushed on Rose and fell in love with her. Sadie and Lars have, well, something. Steven and Connie are developing a close friendship that will likely one day be a straight-up romance. Lars’s parents Martha and Dante appear to be a straight couple. Connie’s parents Doug and Priyanka appear to be a straight couple. Vidalia had a child with Marty and married Yellowtail, and those appear to be straight relationships. I of course have to be cautious here and acknowledge that characters who LOOK like straight couples may not be straight, especially since bisexual and pansexual people who “settle down” in a relationship are often misinterpreted as being an orientation they don’t identify as just because of the gender of their partner. But given no evidence to the contrary, the show does appear to be showing us humans coupling up only in cross-gender partnerships.

The only exception I can think of besides non-speaking background characters is Mr. Smiley’s relationship with Mr. Frowney. It is not explicit, but subtext certainly suggests that Harold and Quentin used to be a thing. 

There is also Pearl pursuing Mystery Girl and receiving her phone number, which does suggest Mystery Girl was attracted to femme-presenting people at the very least. 

Oh, and of course we also see Peridot rooting for the Percy/Pierre ship on her favorite show, even though the canon of the show has Percy being pushed toward Paulette. And Uncle Andy made a reference to one of his relatives having a “partner,” which seems like something he wouldn’t do if it was a cross-gender relationship considering he also assumed Greg had a wife and used the word “wife.” (This was offscreen, however–not even pictured characters.) 

But overall, what we’ve seen is that we can have same-gender relationships as long as we can hide it behind aliens for plausible deniability. (Though at least in the United States, I think reports of Cartoon Network actively attempting to stop “gay relationships” from getting on TV is highly exaggerated.) It would be fantastic to get some explicit representation of humans having these relationships too. But at least there are some hints and some subtext, while we really don’t have much of anything for human nonbinary characters.

Like most other situations in the show, I think the usually sensitive writing and nuanced understanding of these important issues would be in reach for the Crew on this topic. I really hope we will see nonbinary characters on this show in the future when there is no “alien” or “Fusion” explanation. Plenty of nonbinary humans exist in the real world, and this show would be a perfect place to start reflecting that.

fic: don’t come morning, don’t come light.

or the pillow fort ficlet no one asked for (except these people):

@lovatic4life23 @kadenatho @signurture @im-nora-ephron-bitch

fic to be paired with this song.

“What if the airline calls?” Adena asks, the smirk Kat knew all too well touching her lips.

Kat turns over the newly stolen phone in her hands, before switching it off. “The only reason they’d be calling is to move your flight closer, and that’s just not happening.”

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Lardo hesitates a moment before she knocks. Her knuckles are poised just inches from the old, cheap wooden door, waiting, and she thinks, I shouldn’t bother him.

And then she knocks anyway, too exhausted to care.

She can hear ancient bedsprings creaking slightly. “Come in,” a tired-sounding voice calls.

Lardo twists the rusting knob–someone really needs to replace that before it falls off–and pushes the door open.

Jack is sitting on top of the covers of his not-quite-neatly-made bed. His laptop is open and balancing on top of his legs, but as soon as he makes eye contact with Lardo, he closes it and leans over the edge of the bed to set it down gently. “C'mere,” he says softly, and Lardo is so damn grateful that Jack just gets it sometimes.

She crosses to him, climbs on the bed. He lifts one arm automatically and she tucks herself under it, her head leaning against his neck. She swings her legs over his, perpendicular, and her arms wrap around his core. His second arm comes down and rests on her legs, a hand on her thigh keeping her there firmly but gently. Like a seat belt. Or a security blanket.

They sit there for a few minutes, breathing synchronizing. Lardo closes her eyes and feels the swell of Jack’s chest underneath her arms, and she can’t tell if it’s his pulse or her own she’s feeling.

Sometimes, just being held–just to be held with no questions asked, nothing else expected from it–sometimes she needs it. And she knows that it helps Jack when he’s stressed, too. So what they have can’t exactly be called an agreement, because they don’t ever really talk about it. But it’s an understanding, at least. And a mutually beneficial one.

And between finals week and graduation coming up and the fact that she still hasn’t finished her last piece for the reunion week gallery–well. She needs it tonight. And if the bags under Jack’s eyes are any indication, so does he.

After a little while, when her arms are starting to get stiff and she can feel her thighs starting to stick to his a little with sweat, she reluctantly begins to peel out of Jack’s embrace.

“Thanks, pal,” she whispers, leaning up and pressing her lips briefly to his cheek before shifting her legs back over to the other side so she can stand.

“Any time, Lards,” Jack says quietly, smiling slightly at her. “I needed the break, too.”

One corner of her mouth crooks higher than the other. “You’re a good dude, Zimmermann,” she says, reaching out and ruffling his hair. He doesn’t bother reaching up to fix it, and it stands up ridiculously. She laughs. “Don’t push yourself too much, okay?”

“No promises,” says Jack, yawning. “But yeah, I’ll probably sleep soon. Night, Lardo.”

“Night, Jack,” says Lardo, stretching her arms as she walks out.

She shuts the door behind her, feeling considerably less stressed than she had when she opened it.

She’s got a good team.

Begin Again (2) (Soulmate au)

Summary: One day every human being on the planet received a mark in some place on their body at the same time; these marks are the initials of your soulmate and their date of birth. What do you do when your soulmate is not the person that you have a relationship with?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1956

Warnings: Angst, fuffly a

Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta, you are Amazing and a cute pie.

Sequel to Every Road

credits to the gif owners

You were lost. A couple of days ago you had your life all figured out and now you don’t know what to do. You barely left your bed these days; all you did was cry and eat ice cream. You hated the feeling of uncertainty.

Your boss took pity of your situation and let you work from home for the next couple of weeks. You were grateful because you still didn’t feel ready to face the outside world.  You quickly realized that work from home is boring; you don’t have too much to do besides answering emails and revising files.

You used all this free time too clean your apartment; you threw everything that belonged to your ex away and everything you felt that didn’t belong to you anymore. You felt renewed, your placed started to look like yours again and getting rid of his things made you see you are really better off without him.

Part of you always knew that your relationship was better from the outside than in the inside, you just wish you had realized that by yourself and not because of the universe.

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“Het is een wonder!” - Wonder Woman and her name

You know, one giant missed opportunity in Wonder Woman is that they didn’t use the moment in Veld, after she destroyed the church tower, to establish her name. ‘Wonder’ means 'miracle’ in Dutch/Flemish. 'Het is een wonder!’ would be a perfectly natural thing for the people there to exclaim in that moment.

It could have stuck with her companions, and/or be written on the back of that photo taken in Veld - a little legacy of those people.

“They called you a miracle,” said Steve. “Miracle woman.”

“They said that I brought them a miracle,” she corrected lightly, and in the gloom he couldn’t tell if she were blushing, but she sounded like maybe she was a little. “When I think of it like that, Wonder Woman doesn’t sound quite so…  it feels kind of nice.”

Would have been a nice touch if her name got given to her, or at least inspired by, the people who caused her to come into her own

(and that maybe she later adopted/accepted it as name to remember them, too)

Here’s an idea: how about, in acowar, instead of just Lucien siding with Feyre, Feyre sides with Lucien. Lucien realising that Feyre deserved better, deserved his help. But Feyre realising that he wasn’t in the position to give it to her. Feyre realising that Lucien is being abused by Tamlin just as she was. Feyre helping Lucien to realise this too. 

Lucien is the victim here as well and all of the pressure shouldn’t be on him to ‘fix’ everything and redeem himself and atone. He hasn’t done anything ‘wrong’ he did the best that he could in an awful situation and I’d like Feyre to recognise that. I’d much rather Feyre realised what he’s been through, not least what he’s been through for her. The whipping (which we know wasn’t allowed to heal properly and likely scarred which seems an important detail now) the number of times he stood up to Tamlin for her, the number of times he tried to fight back on her behalf when she couldn’t fight back herself and how he was punished for it. 

Idk this just seems like a much better way of their relationship developing (not to mention showing how far Feyre has come in her own recovery) than her manipulating him or forcing him to do her bidding by holding Elain over him or making him feel even more guilty for his inability to help her.  (And Lucien does feel guilty about it, that’s explicitly canon) 

TL;DR: Give me Lucien helping Feyre, sure…But also give me Feyre helping Lucien. 

anonymous asked:

What if Dougal tried to marry Claire off to another member of the rent party? How would Jamie react?

anonymous asked: I don’t know if this has been asked before, but what if Dougal suggested someone else, not Jamie, marry Claire? We know Jamie wouldn’t let that happen! Thank you and bless you all for the amazing work you do!

anonymous asked:What if Claire wanted to consummate the marriage before the wedding to avoid having witnesses in the room to prove it

The fire sparked sending fiery red ashes into the inky night air. Jamie sat with his back to the party, their lively Gaelic conversations going mostly unheard as he turned over the proposition Dougal had levelled at Claire only hours before.


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Parking Lots and Velvet Skies

A/N: Based on the song Carry Me, by Kygo and Julia Michaels

Like a flag after a war, when you’re gone or when you’re first born, could you carry me?

There was something about the way he held onto her hand so tightly, that made her stomach twist, but in a good way. His fingers fit perfectly with hers, and his touch was as smooth as his cheesy pick up lines, that funnily enough always worked well on her. She wished to be carried by him like a child at all times, she wished to be in his arms as much as possible. A favorite thing of hers to do was lay in his hotel bed on late nights after spontaneous dates, and pretend to be asleep just so she could feel him move her in his arms and gently place himself down next to her. He probably would’ve done that anyway, even if he knew she was awake, but for some reason it felt more romantic when she let the stress in her bones leave her, and let him carry the weight of her heart in his hands. She had never been so beautifully in love with someone, until him. He was the singing in her soul, the smile on her lips. He made the starts shine brighter, and he knew exactly how to make her laugh when she needed it.

“I wish we could always be together.” She vividly remembers whispering these words against his lips, with a few tears rolling down her cheeks as he prepared to get onto another plane to leave her yet again. Missing someone before they even left, was the worst feeling in the entire world. Will he forget about me? Will he come back and not love me anymore? These were frequently asked questions in her own mind, and she worried constantly. But their connection was strong enough to hold everything together, and he calmed her worried feelings.

“We are always together. Always always always.” He would say and she instantly felt better. Even if they weren’t together physically, they were still always together in spirit, and they were still desperately in love with each other. Or at least she was, and she always would be, even when times were tough.

I don’t know how we, how we got so far you and me. Almost like there’s oceans between us.

Months went by, and feelings changed just like the weather. Every nightmare she had came true and the whole world came crashing down. He was meeting new girls, and finding new sentiments. She was becoming nothing but the dust in the air that got caught on his coat every once in a while, but only for him to brush off. The goodnight texts stopped, the constant FaceTiming was no longer essential to their busy lives. Phone calls and long sappy texts became surprises, and she jumped in excitement whenever she heard her phone go off. But something was different. Different in his tone, different in the way he worded his messages. He was becoming so heartbreakingly distant, and the small oceans that always seemed to be between them became big. These large beautiful oceans in the middle of their love were not beautiful anymore. They were polluted and dirty, and the bright sun that reflected off the water, was now dim. Her heart shattered at the thought of him falling out of love with her. She didn’t want to believe it and she refused to let him slip away so easily.

“I want to go back to way things were before you left. Come back to me, please.” She pleaded over the phone one night, her voice cracking.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” His response tore down the towers that their love had built. He was giving up, and now so was she.

Remember when we would dance all night, and make love till the morning light?

Every day was a tragic and painful battle. She finally accepted the fact that he just wasn’t in love with her anymore, and as miserable as she was, in this time she learned how to love herself. She became more brave than ever, and stronger than the girl she was before. It was quite a marvelous feeling for her to be at peace with her loneliness, but of course there were still bad nights. She would come across old photos of past summer sunsets in her camera roll, and that one evening they drove around aimlessly in random parking lots just to chase the velvet skies.

“Beautiful.” He would mumble gently against her neck, as he kissed each freckle he came across as he skimmed her skin with his lips. Watching sunsets while sitting in the car was their favorite thing to do together, and she remembers very clearly how happy it always made her. They’d wait for the stars to come out before they took off to the nearest hotel, stumbling into a room high off of each other. She would place her toes on his, and he would take the lead, dancing slowly across the carpeted floor. He would throw his head back in laughter each time she’d accidentally trip over his feet, and she would just silence the laughter by kissing him. Kissing him hard enough to fall back onto the bed behind them, and they’d tangle themselves in the sheets, magically getting to know each part of each other’s bodies until the sun came back up in the morning. As she reminisced of past memories, she’d use all her new strength and bravery to keep her tears in, as she wondered if he ever thought about her in this way too. All she wanted to know was if he missed her the way she missed him.

I was there for you and you were there for me.

His busy life was something he thought would get in the way of his brain bringing up when he was with her. But he was wrong. Nothing in the entire world was ever able to stop him from remembering the way she smiled at the light coming through the curtains in the morning. He was as broken as his phone that he threw across the room the night he stupidly decided to break it off. All of his friends constantly nagged him for it, and asked him if he was okay.

“You’re doing this to yourself man.”

“I know it’s hard, but we need you to focus.”

Such things being said to him all the time were only making it worse. They were right though. He had put this upon himself, and he hated that. Keeping up with her on social media through mutual friends was done often. Seeing how much a different person she was since he left made him wonder if he should ever go back to her. And that’s when he made that decision. Maybe now that she was stronger and happier, he could find the power to go back, maybe even ask her what she did to become so happy. He finally decided he didn’t want to live without her, and so he left his unfinished tasks, and drove to her apartment building hoping that she still even lived there. It had only been a few months, but they were awful. Each day he forced himself not to bother her with his pathetic excuses of why she should take him back. He had really thought that he fell out of love with her, but after living months without her he realized he never stopped loving her. Screaming crowds and flashing lights were all things that kept his blood pumping, they were all things that made him feel alive. And he was happy, but not as happy as he was before. He was missing something. He was missing her. She made him feel awake. Awake in a world that’s asleep.

After he left, he continued to go down in a spiral of fear. He missed when she was there to calm him in these times. She’d run her hands through the mess of waves that sat on his head, and she would whisper loving words into his ear. Her breath against his cheek was something he missed dearly, and he realized how often she was there for him. He hated himself for not being there for her as much as she was for him. And that’s why he took off, wanting to change that.

Could you carry me, back into your distant hands?

The cold water ran over her hands and then down the drain, into the ground. Washing dishes in her own apartment made her feel like such a grown up, or a mother. She had been washing for so long that all the hot water ran out, and now her fingers were frozen and wrinkly. She finally turned off the water to dry her hands when she heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. Oh no, she thought. Another one of her annoying neighbors coming to complain about how her music was too loud, although right now it wasn’t that loud. She dreadfully walked over to the door to open it, seeing a face she did not expect to see.

It was him. The boy whom she loved with every inch of her soul, the boy who left her to wonder what she did wrong. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes drained of any energy and his hair a tangled mess. He looked genuinely sad, as if his life were in shambles, yet he was still the face she used to kiss every night before closing her eyes to sleep. He was still beautiful in a sense that made her heart pound, and she just stared at him in confusion not knowing what words she should let escape her lips first. She couldn’t decide, so she just went for the first thing she thought when she opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” Her heart was hardened ever since he left it to break into pieces. She couldn’t put her finger on why he thought it was okay to just show up uninvited.

“I wanted to come home.” He said, his eyes watering. They stared at each other both in awe at how different they looked. She was stunning as always to him, but now even more so. She radiated power and independence. He on the other hand, was a jumble of missing puzzle pieces. She was confused as to why he seemed so upset without her, but at the same time she was almost happy. She loved him, and she wanted the best for him, but knowing that he missed her for all these past months, softened her hard heart.

“Please let me in. I need you, I’ve always needed you. I’m sorry I ever left.” He ran his fingers through the nest on his head, and his eyes let a few tears fall. And so she let him in, closing the door behind him without saying a word just to see if he would say anything else. After all, he did have some explaining to do.

“I was so stupid Y/N. After being without you for so long I realized that I never stopped loving you. And I know you’re happy now, and you probably won’t take me back, but I just had to come and apologize for leaving you the way I did.” He turned his body so he could face her, and tears rolled down his face as he spoke, his eyelashes fluttering. He used the back of his hand to wipe them away, and he looked down at the carpet every now and then to seem tough or something. He was still the same guy who she had fallen in love with so long ago, and she still got butterflies just from looking at him. His short but sweet apology was all she needed to grab his flushed face into her hands. She used her fingers to wipe away the rest of the his tears and she looked right at him.

“Just tell me you missed me as much as I missed you.” She let out weakly, on the verge of breaking down.

“I missed you way more Y/N.” His hands found her waist and their foreheads were touching now. His words were enough for her delicate heart. She wanted to be more indestructible than before, and she wanted to yell at him and tell him to leave, tell him that there was no way she would take him back after the way he just left her. But she never stopped loving him, and knowing that just maybe he never stopped loving her, is what did it. And so her lips met his and there was a tender energy between them. She hadn’t tasted him for so long, and this was new. He was new. Still strong, sweet, and gentle. But more genuine, and more loving. He couldn’t even continue the kiss without breaking down right there and saying, “I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you.” So she held onto him tightly, and rubbed his head the way she used to. He relaxed at her touch and she was now kissing his head and whispering kind words into his ears just like she always did whenever he couldn’t handle himself.

“I can’t go any longer.” He said quietly into her neck as they now sat on the living room floor. She didn’t exactly know what he meant, but she knew that he was upset, and that broke her heart. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him, and she held him like a child, treating him with all the love she had for this boy. He could have his hands around her neck, threatening to take her life and she’d still do anything for him.

“Then let me carry you until you can.” She said before placing a soft kiss on his head, hoping that her words would comfort him. He may not have been there for her when he left, but there was always going to be a soft spot in her heart for him, and she promised him a while ago that she’d always be there to carry him when he needed it.

against the clock

More Kaider. Soulmate AU this time. It wasn’t supposed to get this long…

Rating: T
Genre: Romance and Friendship
Characters: [Kai and Cinder], Iko, Scarlet
Words: 9,033

Soulmate timers have been helping connect people who belong together for all time and still, Cinder gets the guy who can’t even figure out it’s her. kaider / soulmate au / modern au


“Cinder! My timer jumped!” Iko squealed, jumping on Cinder’s bed, her knees crashing atop Cinder’s torso and jerking her awake.

Cinder groaned and blindly shoved Iko away. Her friend let out an undignified screech and Cinder knew she had succeeded in pushing Iko off the bed. She grabbed the edge of her blanket and pulled it up towards her face, intent on hiding beneath it. Just as the soft fabric had grazed her face, it was ripped away and Cinder was forced to finally look at Iko, who was standing above the bed with her hands planted firmly on her hips.

“Iko, let me sleep,” Cinder muttered and rolled away towards the wall.

“It’s close to six days now!!” Iko said excitedly. “I went from like nine weeks to six days overnight! That has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

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How I do Spells

As promised, @luna-aurora

How I make and do spells depends on the purpose of the spell, so I start with that. Usually an idea for a spell comes from a desire I have or a problem I want to solve. Sometimes I see someone else posting a spell and if it’s applicable to me, I’ll do my own version of it. But more often than not, I try to make spells up on my own. 

So step 1: purpose 

Next I’ll go looking all over the internet for herbal, crystal, color, planetary, elemental, and other magical correspondences with that purpose. For instance, I might include Jovian, Earth elemental, and green ingredients for a money spell. The Earth element is often associated with materialism, Jupiter is often associated with prosperity, luck, and excess, and, well, paper money where I live is green. You could include anything you’re interested in into your craft. So I compile a huge list, usually just copy pasting everything into a Word document or whatever, I’m not going to write it all down just yet. 

So step 2: compile a huge list of possible ingredients

Well chances are, I can’t get all of these ingredients. Maybe they aren’t accessible to me in my location, maybe they’re more than I can afford, maybe I just don’t feel like using anything I don’t already have in the house, or maybe I disagree with the correspondence/association. For instance, cinnamon is sometimes used to draw in money and prosperity, but that’s not how cinnamon *feels* to me. I think of cinnamon as relating more to passion, warmth, and happiness. When I think of cinnamon, I think of a spicy, autumn feeling. I don’t associate autumn with prosperity because autumn is right before winter, a time when the Earth is at her least prosperous. So go with what you feel is right. This is your spell, your craft, make it your own. 

So step 3: narrow it down to a smaller list of ingredients you plan on actually using

Ok now what? I’ve written down a list of my herbs, crystals, candles, incense, planetary, elemental, and color associations, or whatever you want to use. But they aren’t going to do quite as much just all on their own. Most of witchcraft comes from your intent. In fact, extra ingredients aren’t necessary at all. If you’re in a quick fix, just meditate. Send out your will into the Universe with confidence. But additions help too. Plus actually physically doing something adds to the spell more than just thinking will. This can mean simply thinking and speaking, singing, moving, or dancing if that’s all you’ve got. This can certainly be enough because it still combines the metaphysical (thought or meditation) with the physical (action and/or actual physical ingredients) for optimal results. Other physical actions and ingredients I do include gathering crystals, grinding up herbs, using incense, lighting candles, burning sigils, sipping tea, and so on. The more I want the spell to work the more I will do. This is true with most anything, the more you want it the more you’re willing to work for it. 

So step 4: combine intentions with action into your spell 

You may also want to have some pre-spell and post-spell rituals. My pre-spell ritual is just lighting a candle and meditating, and my post-spell ritual is just ending it with something along the lines of “So it shall be” and blowing out the candle. I’ve recently heard from some people you’re not supposed to blow out candles, but I still do. You don’t have to listen to anyone’s witchcraft or magical suggestions if you don’t want to. You don’t have to have pre- or post-spell rituals, but I do it because it helps me get “in the mood” for doing magic. It’s my way of ensuring I’ve got my inner Witch Mode turned On. Basically, it helps me focus on the spell when starting, and feel alright about no longer focusing on the spell when I’m done with it. The magic you infused into the spell will keep working after you’ve finished the spell, and your subconscious will also keep working towards the goal of the spell after it’s over. You and the Universe will now work together to achieve your desires and fix your problems. I love how empowering witchcraft is! 

So step 4b: do any pre- and/or post-spell rituals if desired

And that’s all there is to it! I hope this isn’t too vague but I wanted to stay away from a strict and specific list of what to do so you could really make this your own.

Also, from my personal experience, I suggest not to expect any results about the spell. This probably sounds counterintuitive, but in my experience, when I consciously search for ways in which my spell might have been successful, it never seems enough. It’s almost like my conscious mind is intervening in the work my subconscious mind is doing. If I don’t have any expectations whatsoever, if I don’t expect the spell to work and I don’t expect the spell to fail, I find I’m more likely to be pleasantly surprised by the outcome. 

Good luck, hope this helps, and let me know how it goes if you tried anything from here! :D

If you’re interested, here’s my sigil making and using “tutorial” as well 


1. This is just how I do spells. Don’t like it? Don’t do it that way. Feel free to omit or substitute any ingredient or technique. Disagree with my method? Let me know! I’m still learning and growing and I’d love to hear what you think as well, but please be kind. Any other questions/comments/concerns? Throw that in my ask box! Or message me privately, whichever you prefer. 

2. If you are doing any sort of magic to help with a mental and/or physical health problem, please speak with a doctor or psychologist first. Do not do a spell, drink an herbal tea, or really anything magical in place of taking your medication or listening to your doctor. This is only meant to be in addition to, not as a replacement or substitute for, professional/medical advice. Talk to your doctor also if you have any concerns about touching, ingesting, or inhaling any herbs because of any possible medical conditions you may have, including if you are pregnant or nursing. 

3. No spell or any other form of magic is going to work if everything else you do contradicts it. If you do a spell to get a job but don’t put in any applications, you can’t expect to get a job. If you do a spell to lose weight but don’t change the quality and quantity of what you’re eating, you can’t expect to lose weight. Magic just doesn’t work that way.

iamleighbot  asked:

Can't send the symbol because tumblr Hates me with a passion but I'd love to see hair washing and any Star Wars pairing you choose! Especially if it's post-battle or something and it's aftercare related.

There’s blood in her hair. 

“Jyn,” he says, quiet in respect for the night, and Jyn makes a move like she’d be startled if she had the energy for it. 

“Sorry.” She’s quiet too. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“I wasn’t asleep.” Cassian sits up. There’s blood across her face too, and on her clothes. She must have come right from the mission; she’s not the one who has to debrief her missions. A part of Cassian is glad that he’s not the one who has to be debriefing right now, so he can be here, right now, though the larger part still hates whenever she leaves without him. Maybe he could have stopped some of the blood on her right now, if he’d have been there. 

“It’s not mine,” she tries for a cocky smile, but it’s just exhausted. Cassian understands, all too well. “I’m fine.” 

“Good.” She does smile at that, because she knows how it says all the things they don’t dare say, not now. Not in the middle of a war. They don’t say it, and they don’t talk about how they sleep in the same bed and don’t sleep when the other’s away. Instead, Cassian gets to his feet, lets the blankets fall away from him. “You shouldn’t sleep like that.” 

“I’m tired.” 

“You’ll feel better clean.” He runs his hands over her shoulders, down her arms. It’ll get blood on his hands. It won’t be the first time, or the last. “Shower first.” 

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Time to cry about STAR WARS and I have no shortage of tears again this week. What I especially love about this collection is that there’s a number of fics exploring different possibilities, ones that diverge from canon or remix just one or two things (to go along with all the lovely character explorations here!), to highlight what might have happened.

There’s just something really wonderful about getting to read these possibilities that will maybe fix things or will maybe ruin it differently, but there’s so much creativity and so many possibilities that I’m in love all over again!

Time To Go by light_mantled_albatross, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 27.2k wip
   A version of the “Anakin doesn’t find Ventress at the end of season 5, with the result that Ahsoka gets Dramatically Sentenced To Death” plotline. Obi-Wan makes choices, Anakin freaks out, the Jedi Council behaves somewhat questionably, Darth Sidious behaves completely reprehensibly, and Ahsoka is generally her bad-ass self.
Fast, Thorough, and Sharp as a Tack by igrockspock, han/leia, 2.9k
   Leia knows how to fire a blaster, survive an interrogation, and escape from the Death Star, but she’s still missing a few essential survival skills – like how to apologize, how to accept help from a friend, and okay, she might not know how to wash her own clothes or cook a real dinner.
Any Scar You Give Me (I Will Endure It) by igrockspock, leia & ben & han/leia & luke, 15k
   Leia and Han had escaped from Imperial assaults, been captured by Jabba the Hutt, blown up the shield generator on Endor, and helped to found the New Republic. After all that, raising a child together couldn’t be that hard, right?
untitled by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1k
   Obi-Wan idly watches Anakin pace back and forth, muttering to himself.
the world, nothing less by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin, fusion au, modern au, 6.1k wip
   Modern day London; Anakin Skywalker, a young man who’s accidentaly always in trouble with the law, is in bigger trouble than usual.
Better Living Through Lack of Chemistry by avarand, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, a/b/o, alpha!obi-wan, omega!anakin, 5.5k
   Anakin has hidden his Omega status his whole life. Thanks to suppressants, he passes a hot-headed Beta Jedi Knight. On a small-scale mission with Obi-Wan days away from the nearest city, he learns his suppressants have been compromised. He’s sharing a room with his long-time object of lust and desire, and about to go into heat.
untitled by glare-gryphon, obi-wan/anakin, 1.1k
   The door chimes once again, and Anakin pushes off the couch to find out who it is before they wake Ahsoka. He is both surprised and not to discover Obi-Wan Kenobi standing in the dark of the Naboo night.
untitled by likealeafonthewind, obi-wan/anakin, 2.5k
   It’s two years after the Battle of Geonosis. Obi-Wan Kenobi is the Jedi War General and leads the GAR. Anakin Skywalker had just been Knighted 6 months ago after completing supplemental healer training under Master Che and is now the Commander of the Relief and Support Forces. He’s just returned from a trip and learned that Obi-Wan has not been taking care of himself.
The Stars Died So That You Could Be Here Today by WinterSky101, obi-wan & anakin & padme, 4.6k
   Anakin and Padmé guide Obi-Wan through his mourning for Qui-Gon.
Got a lot of fight left in me by silveronthetree, obi-wan & leia & luke & cast, 3.6k
   Leia meets Ben Kenobi on Tatooine. A New Hope AU.
Inheritance by ambiguously, obi-wan & leia, 1.2k
   The Tantive IV makes it to Tatooine, and Leia has a job to do.
Mother Is the Name for God by victoria_p (musesfool), padme & leia & bail & breha, 1.8k
   Leia dreams of a beautiful woman with long curly hair. Sometimes, she’s smiling brightly, and sometimes, she’s sad, but Leia knows, deep in her heart, that this is her birth mother, and that she loves Leia very much.
The Wisdomless Cadet by Ignite the Stars, thrawn & eli, 1.2k
   Eli Vanto isn’t very happy when he is informed that officers are required to have their Wisdom Teeth removed before commissioning. Features Cadet Vanto on drugs and Thrawn making sure he follows the post-op instructions.
Split the Night by Zinga763, obi-wan & anakin/padme & ahsoka & maul & cast, 3.3k wip
   Darth Maul knows exactly how to break Kenobi. In which Maul targets someone other than Satine, and it changes Obi-Wan and Anakin’s lives, along with the galaxy’s.
Cataclasm by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & waxer & cast, 11.8k wip
   For reasons unknown to all but himself, Obi-Wan Kenobi has left the Jedi Order in the midst of the Clone Wars, taking with him a single clone. Anakin Skywalker has been unofficially tasked by the Order to find Obi-Wan and bring him home. Unfortunately for Anakin, it seems his former master is always ten steps ahead of him.

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I’d Fall With You Forever

Adrien confides in Marinette that he’s in love, which, naturally, upsets her. It’s only when Chat asks what’s caused Ladybug such distress that she admits to being in love with Adrien Agreste. It’s information that shocks Chat, and sends all sorts of revelations careening into his brain.

Reveal fic.

Marinette couldn’t believe her luck. Usually, when it came to partner projects, she didn’t stand a chance. Not that she was complaining about generally being Alya’s partner, but they didn’t always get to pick. When it came to random partnerships, she usually had to sit by and watch as Chloe somehow—magically—ended up with Adrien. Or, the last two times, Lila. It would appear that when it came to such things, she simply didn’t have the high chances that Ladybug should.

But not this time!

This time, she was sitting in the library beside Adrien, a stupid grin on her face as she pretended to focus on the books they’d pulled for their research project. They had to have three textual sources, which was, naturally, the biggest pain. But Marinette wasn’t the type to waste time when she had it (being Ladybug tended to interfere with everything, so she used her available time wisely) and, apparently, neither was Adrien.

So there they were, the same day the project had been assigned, alone and sitting in the library.

Marinette thought she might combust.

It didn’t matter that they’d barely said two words to one another, or that Adrien actually seemed preoccupied with everything but her. None of it mattered. Because he was there, and she was there, and they were alone.

No Chloe, no Lila, nothing.

It was like a breath of fresh air.

She’d also been reading the same paragraph for five minutes. Resituating herself in her seat, she reminded herself that she was there to work, despite the fact that Adrien was only a short distance away. She’d regret it later, she knew, if she didn’t at least get something done.

Beside her, Adrien sighed.

Actually, that was the third time he’d sighed in the last five minutes.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Marinette glanced his way. He was hunched over a thick encyclopedia, elbows on the pages as he held his chin in his hands. Though he was apparently reading, even Marinette could tell there was something about him that seemed distracted.

Tapping her fingers on her own book, she considered her options. Either she could stay quiet and continue to listen to his distracted sighing, or she could ask him about it. There was no harm in the latter, she supposed. And maybe it’d start up a conversation.

She could do this. Pull it together, Marinette!

“Um…” she flicked her eyes between him and her book. “A-are you alright?”

He looked her way immediately, appearing moderately surprised. Almost as though he’d totally forgotten she was there. Marinette tried not to think about that.

“Uh, oh, yeah, fine,” he assured, casting her a small smile at the same time. It caused her to blush, Marinette fiddling with the pages of her book as she looked away. “Why do you ask?”

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anonymous asked:

Caryl prompt: "I have never once thought of a future without you."

They’re playing some stupid game. A combination of truth or dare, with question cards and some dice thrown into the mix and Daryl hasn’t got a clue what the rules are or how it works but he knows that Carol is enjoying it and that’s good enough for him.

It had been Carl’s idea, which shocked the shit out of him because the kid has been downright depressed lately. Quiet and sullen and it’s not like Daryl can blame him. Carl got the short end of a lot of sticks but apparently tonight some of his childlike nature bled through and he gathered everyone up to play a game.

Daryl is squished into the corner of the sofa, one leg up under himself and a pillow over his lap, as if that could someone shield him from being called on to play. They haven’t gotten to him yet, but his turn is coming in hot like a freight train.

He’s not good at this shit, never has been. Hasn’t got much experience playing group games and being the center of attention even for a moment makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. But still, there’s a reason he agreed to this and that reason in sitting on the floor directly in front of him, her head resting back against the edge of the sofa cushion right by his leg.

He has to stop himself from reaching out to run his fingers across the softness of her hair. He knows it would be soft too, can tell by the way the light hits it just right and the shimmer it gives off when she shakes her head.

She’s happy about this, which is saying something because she’s been anything but happy these days. Not since they arrived here in the safe zone and she put on those fake smiles. So when her face lit up at Carl’s offer and she shot him a pleading look, silently asking him to join too, he was powerless to resist.

She just lost her dice throw and answered a trivia question about food, which seemed simple enough and for a moment he falls into a false sense of security, thinking maybe he’ll be lucky enough to get an easy one. Hopes so at least, because if it’s some weird dare like streaking across the neighborhood naked well…hell will freeze over before he ever agrees to that.

When he reaches out to toss his own dice on the coffee table they land with a clatter that sounds loud and obscene in the tiny living room. He doesn’t really know what he’s aiming for. Sevens? Snake eyes? The rules still escape him, but he hadn’t been paying much attention either. Seems luck is against him tonight though because Carl instantly gesture to the split deck, motioning for him to take one which must mean he lost.

Daryl sighs, reaching out to grab a card and hoping it’s easy and stupid, nothing serious at all.

He stares at the words with his brow furrowed and his mouth turning into a frown, before shaking his head and tossing it back down. When he reaches for another Carl shoos him away with a wave of his hand.

“No, you can’t just pick another one. Gotta use the one you grab.”

Daryl scowls, seeing Carol’s tilted head from down below and the sudden stares of everyone else in the room. Feeling put on the spot and irritated because of course he got a difficult question.  “Dunno how to answer that one. Skinnin’ possums I guess? Who the hell knows. Gimme some food trivia like she got.” He gestures to Carol absently, getting a small smirk in return.

Carl grabs the card in a flash, snagging it off the glass table top and reading the words. “Where do you see yourself in five years. oh, well this one is kinda depressing I guess, maybe you’ll get a better one next time.”

He grunts out an agreement, watching as the group moves on to another player without so much as a hiccup but his own mind stays on the question he’d had such a hard time answering.

He went with the default option, skinning possums and shooting arrows. That’s the easy reply, thoughtless and pointless, but now that he actually thinks on it he realizes that he has no idea what the next five years will bring him. No idea if he’ll even survive that long. No guarantee that his time will be well spent and not suffered.

Worst case scenarios flood his brain instantly but when he allows himself to daydream about the good possibilities, the things he could only hope for but never expects to get, that’s when she starts filtering into his scenes unchecked.

She never looks up from her spot on the floor, but in his own mind she’s close as she can be.

Sharing a porch swing with him on a warm summer evening.

Hugging him tight after he’s come back from a run.

Crawling into his bed at night and curling up beside him, warm and sweet smelling.

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(please don’t post if you feel this is too graphic or so for other followers)(sorry, this is more of a vent than a submission and i don’t see if you have anything specific about that, i’m on mobile with no access to a laptop and just really in my own feelings right now)

that adhd feel when you’re arguing with your mom and she calls you “over-sensitive” and you ask her why she thinks that is but she shrugs and doesn’t know

that adhd feel when you’ve told your mom at least 5 times that adhd is more complex than just “can’t pay attention and has to bounce leg” and that it comes with fast mood swings and rsd and you’ve argued before about whether she actually listens to you or not (i guess not? lol)

that adhd feel when your mom calls you “over-sensitive” and this is you doing your best to be as minimally sensitive to your own feelings as possible

that adhd feel when you’ve been professionally diagnosed twice and your mom can’t seem to remember your symptoms or extensive and emotional history but your undiagnosed brother with a quick and violent temper seems to always get more of her understanding, sympathy, and allowance of emotional breakdowns/patience

that adhd feel when your mom’s not wrong and you are over-sensitive and you hate that about yourself and feel like a giant crybaby all the time spinning stories in your head where what people say to you has double meanings and you read too much into everything but isn’t that also what makes you good at analyzing literature and art? but is it really worth being such a “martyr” (again, said by mom) all the time where everybody and everything hurts you and you’ve done nothing wrong? (lol you have) not to mention that adhd feel when you’re so ashamed of how many feelings you have and how deeply they run that when you argue it’s passive aggressive because you don’t want them to know your feelings are your biggest weakness

that adhd feel when you can’t look your crying self in the mirror lol

frangipanidownunder  asked:

49 for the prompt list.

This is a re-write of the scene in “Dreamland” (Part 1) when Mulder tries to make Scully understand that he’s Mulder and not Fletcher. I used some of the actual dialogue. Prompt was:  “Hello, pot. Apparently, I’m kettle.”

“Scully, it’s me, Mulder.” His stare, he realizes, is penetrating and he watches as Scully, not believing one of words he’s just uttered, backs away from him. Her expression is devoid of any friendliness and he’s surprised how much that simple fact hurts.

“Sir, Mr. Fletcher, you called me and now I’m here. So could you please tell me what this is about?” He recognizes this voice; it means business. She never talks to him like this, but of course she doesn’t know it’s him.

“Scully,” they’re interrupted by Fletcher’s wife spewing obscenities; Mulder can’t blame her, really, but Scully takes another step back and he needs to convince her before it’s too late, “you need to believe me.”

“Mr. Fletcher, I don’t have time for silly games like these so if you could just-”

“It’s me, Scully,” frustration seeps into his voice, “I’m Mulder. Fox Mulder, your partner. That other guy, the guy you think is Mulder that’s the real Morris Fletcher.” She blinks, bored, unable to even entertain the idea. Mulder can’t help but wonder how good the other man is at playing him. Maybe he’s a better partner, a better guy altogether.

“Look,” he tries again, taking a deep breath, “Your full name is Dana Katherine Scully. Your badge number is… hell, I don’t know your badge number. Your mother’s name is Margaret. Your brother’s name is Bill Jr. He’s in the Navy and he hates me,” her expression doesn’t change, remains as stoic as ever, so he decides to dig deeper, “lately, for lunch, you’ve been having this six-ounce cup of yogurt, plain yogurt, into which you stir bee pollen because you’re on a bee pollen kick even though I tell you you’re a scientist and you should know better. Or maybe it’s some kind of twisted joke on your behalf reminding me of that moment in the hallway before that bee stung you when we-”

“What did you just say?” Mulder hears the tiny gasp in her voice and his heart beats faster hoping he is getting through to her. Or maybe it’s because this is the first time they’re talking about what happened, or almost happened, in that hallway. Naturally it would occur at a moment like this.

“That moment in the hallway, Scully. How would anyone know about this except you and me?”

“This really isn’t funny. I don’t know how you obtained that information but this is not funny.”

“No, it isn’t. I’m serious, Scully. I wouldn’t make fun of this or that moment, for that matter. I meant what I said. I meant what I was- I wanted to kiss you then. Just like I meant it when I told you I love you after that disaster in the Bermuda triangle.” She steps back further, this time it’s obviously in shock, though. She needs to get a better look at him, he thinks, as her mouth opens in another gasp and her eyes search for any clue that he’s telling the truth. But he still looks like that other guy, he still looks like Morris Fletcher, and he knows Scully. He knows her much too well.

“How do you know these things, Mr. Fletcher?” Her voice takes on a darker edge and her eyes narrow. He sighs; what else can he tell her to finally make her see? His Scully needs scientific proof, something tangible, and he cannot give it to her.

“Scully, something happened out there. I don’t know what, but I need your help to figure it out and to reverse it. Tell me what to say so you’ll believe me.” It’s a plea, it’s him begging, and he searches her eyes for any indication that she’s at least considering it.

“What did you – what did Mulder give me for my birthday in 97?” She raises her eyebrows in an obvious challenge. He bites his lip to keep from grinning and clears his throat.

“An Apollo 11 keychain. Come on, Scully, if you want to quiz me, ask me harder stuff.” This time he can’t stop the grin and it feels like it always feels when he’s looking at her like this, except her face is nothing like what he wants to see. There’s no sparkle in her eyes, no gentleness around her lips, none of the typical signs he’s come to notice when he makes a joke. This is the first time in all this mess that he really misses his life, his own body. He misses the way she looks at him; misses the way she feels comfortable around him. Who is he when the only person who matters in his life doesn’t recognize him? He’s no one. No one he wants to be, anyway.

“This can’t be…” she murmurs. At least this is something he knows and he waits, impatiently, for her to make up her mind. In his favor, if possible. “Well, then…” she lifts her head, her eyes meet his, and it’s not the same way she normally she looks at him, but it’s damn close and he feels relief flood him, “Hello, pot. Apparently, I’m kettle.” Mulder laughs and the sound sounds strange in his ears, and Scully’s too, judging by the looks of it.

“So you believe me.”

“I- I’m not sure, but… Mulder, I mean my- whoever he is – you, or Morris Fletcher, he hasn’t been acting like… well, you.” He wants to take her into his arms, hug her tightly and never let go; he wants to kiss her and never stop. Not as Morris, though.

“We need to find out what happened, Scully. I want to be me again.” She nods and he can tell that she has no idea about what to do. That makes two of them.

“Go and talk to the Gunmen. They might be able to help.” She glances up at him, tears shimmering there, and the need to draw her near is almost unbearable.

“Mulder…” she tries it out and he doesn’t flinch, gives her a smile that he hopes at least reminds her of the real him and urges her to go on, “Mulder, the things you said… about the hallway, about what you said in the hospital-”

“I meant it, Scully. I mean it. When all of this is over… maybe, instead of pretend nothing ever happened, we should have a talk,” she nods tentatively, “you know, talk about the birds and the bees.”

“I’ve had that talk, Mulder.” No hesitation this time.

“Not with me.” He grins and she grants him a smile, a real one, the one he knows. The one that say you might be crazy, but I still kind of like you. Likewise, Scully, he thinks.

They part, they have to, to both investigate what they can in any capacity that they’re able to. When they reverse it, when everything is back to normal and Mulder goes home, he feels like something is nagging him; did he forget something? He wonders as he unlocks the door to his apartment. He should call Scully, ask her if she thinks anything seems wrong, or off, to her. He feels like they have unfinished business about something. Maybe she remembers, he hopes, as he closes the door behind him.

anonymous asked:

I had a Native American woman come in and as I was ringing her up she told me about her tribe. The conversation took a hard curve when she mentions "I don't know why people are accusing Trump of racism when he's just trying to keep out criminals who don't respect our history." This struck many cords with me due to me being Mexican and she accused me of "stealing jobs from her people." I come to find out she's pulled similar ignorance with my coworkers so she's not allowed in the store anymore.

Political comments at work are nothing but trouble. Stay away from the topic if at all possible. Everyone has their own ideas and always feels really strongly about their point. If yours is different it can lead to complaints at the least and you may lose your job at the worst. Just leave that topic alone.


anonymous asked:

Weeeelcome <3 can I have a scenario where Todoroki's female s/o is jealous about Momo and they have some argument? Like, they're friends and fight together idk I'M JUST JEALOUS lol D: please make it angst with a happy ending?

Awwww 💕 such a warm welcome, thank you Dear! I feel you, I love this ask! I like Momo as a character, but every time she interacts with Shouto I kind of want to jump into the screen 🙈

I got it as Momo and Shouto are friends, fighting together and s/o gets jealous. Correct me if I misunderstood something! I also made it a reader insert, I hope that’s fine.

“It’s not like I’m sleeping with her”, Todoroki huffed, giving you a face full of incomprehension. He was a calm person by nature, but even he had his limits. “Oh, I’m glad at least it’s not that”, you snarled sarcastically, hands on your hips. Ignoring the provoking undertone in your voice, he inhaled sharply, still trying to keep the situation under control. “We’re just friends and I think of her as a very dependable partner during fights”, maybe if he still tried to make you understand him, then this wouldn’t end up in a huge fight. He would rather spend his afternoon off with you cuddling in the sheets, instead of fighting over such a nuisance.

At least that’s what it was to him. In his eyes Yaoyorozu was just a good friend. A person who he got along with very well and, due to her sometimes more mature way of thinking, someone who he could turn to when he needed advice. Moreover, she seemed to be a quite good backup during battles. She was able to come up with own strategies when needed, which made her a reliable partner. Nevertheless, he could never harbor romantic feelings for her, as she lacked everything you had, and he thought you knew that.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the reaction of a jealous girlfriend. Truth to be told, you could get quiet caught up in the heat of the moment. Besides, let’s say, you had the not so fortunate talent to provoke people during arguments. “Oh, and I’m not dependable?”, you said with a hurt expression on your face. Not forget to mention, sometimes you only heard what you wanted to hear. “Who said that?”, Todoroki answered with disbelief. “You, just a second ago, Shouto”, you stated, with the utmost belief in your words. This couldn’t be the truth, could it? He took a deep breath, knitting his brows together. Maybe if he tried to cool his heated face, then maybe he could cool down as well. In an attempt to do so, he covered his face with his cold right hand, his index and middle finger touching his forehead.

You totally mistook this gesture. “Oh, someone’s admitting he’s in the wrong”, you smirked, your voice being a little sharp and sarcastic at the same time. To emphasize your words, you lifted one hand slowly, holding it like you would hold an invisible tray.

“Stop that”, he growled in a low, too calm voice, his eyes slightly closed. You froze. “I didn’t say that, and we both know that”, his voice still coming out forcefully calm.

Suddenly, you panicked. You didn’t need to be a genius, to detect the sudden change in atmosphere. And, it was literally a change in atmosphere, as the surrounding air abruptly cooled down. You never experienced your boyfriend losing control of his cold side and you had to admit that you felt more than just one chill running down your spine.

Nevertheless, being the person you are, your thoughts were still heated. Mixed with your panic, your tongue betrayed you. “You did!”, you spit out, words a bit more shaky, but not less determined. That was not the cleverest line of action, but you couldn’t help it now anyways.

He rose his head and you could see his jaw clenching. “I didn’t! For heaven’s sake, stop twisting my every word!”, Todoroki panted “You’re being nothing here than just a stubborn child”, he added and it stung a little. “Oh, Shouto! Don’t act like you’re all grown up, now!”, you fired back. “Then stop throwing a goddamn tantrum!”, he yelled, smoke started to emit from his left side. For a second you just stared at each other. You were more than caught off guard by hearing him swearing, but luckily you were still smart enough to analyze the danger of the situation. If you didn’t act quickly, this wouldn’t end well. Not for your relationship and not for your surroundings. All the more, you kind of knew he was right.

You were quick on your feet and now only inches away from him. If you didn’t want this whole place to be blown up, you needed to stop this before any more heat could rise from his left side. The only thing that came to your mind to distract him and maybe to calm him down a little, was a kiss. Or maybe he didn’t want to have any physical contact now and would reject you, but at least he would be irritated. He was eyeing you warily, as you were faster to react than he was even able to process what’s going on. You closed the gap between the two of you, smashing your lips against his. It wasn’t a long or a deep kiss, but he wasn’t pulling back, which you took as a good sign. Cautiously your hand made its way up, stroking Todoroki’s left arm gently. It wasn’t more heated than usual and you felt relieved. “I’m sorry”, you murmured, your voice not louder than a mere whisper. He leaned forward, leaning his forehead against yours. He was glad that you could see through the danger of the situation, when he wasn’t even able to notice his own rage.

Your quick way of thinking, your smartness and the way only you were able to calm him down this fast, those were some of the many traits that made him so attracted to you. That made him fall in love with you, and only you.