“Nesta Archeron, I would like to take you to bed,” Tarquin said.

“You know I have a mate.”

“Yes, I know. And where is he now?” He stroked a dark knuckle down Nesta’s cheek. “You’ve been in my court for three months now. You’ve mentioned him once and that was it. He hasn’t yet come looking for you.”

Nesta closed her eyes, then opened them to stare at the dark water below, sparkling with the lights from the pleasure barge. They stood on the back end of the boat. It was warm and balmy, but a slight breeze kept them cool.

She had no idea where Cassian was. What he was doing. The last time she’d seen him was that night in Velaris, on her mother’s death day when…

She didn’t want to think about what it’d felt like to share her body with her mate. To share his body. Didn’t want to think about how long she’d laid in an empty bed knowing he wasn’t coming back.

“I’m sorry if I upset you,” Tarquin said quietly.

Nesta shook her head. “You didn’t.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know what I want,” she lied. Nesta knew exactly what she wanted. It was hundreds of miles away probably drowning at the bottom of another bottle. And who was she to judge? She’d left soon after they’d slept together and fled to the only court she knew he couldn’t get into. Told them all it was to avoid the harsh winter of Velaris. But really she was hiding from him, from what they should have been, but never would be.

She was a coward.

And she was lonely. So unbearably lonely.

She turned to Tarquin. His blue eyes swam like ocean waves. “I can’t offer you anything more.”

He smiled and stroked his knuckle down along her cheek again. She leaned into the touch. “I know,” he said gently. “I’m not asking for anything more. I’m just asking for tonight.”

Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Okay.”

[End Dark Paradise - pt 4] [pt. 1, 2, 3]

“There’s no relief, I see you in my sleep, and everybody’s rushing me, but I can feel you touching me.”


“You’re Still You.”

This is my take on how I think Lance would react if he saw Keith turning Galra:

Imagine Keith hiding in his room because of how ashamed and disgusted he is with himself- he can’t even show his face to his team mates. He’ has become the very thing Voltron aims to destroy.

Imagine Lance walking right into Keith’s room for whatever reason (in my head he seems like the barge-right-in type of guy) and he’s like ‘wait Keith why are you sulking in the corner?’

Imagine Keith turning to Lance and screaming ‘GET OUT GET AWAY FROM ME!!’ and Lance seeing his face for the first time. This is the moment where the comic (trash) begins from.

It’s so funny being over at my sister’s because my niece will go on and on about every single thing on her mind but she doesn’t have a full range of words yet so half of it is gibberish

She just barged in on me in the bathroom to tell me about her butthole for some unknown reason and I’m trying really hard not to laugh

that moment when your future lover idol is coming to your shrine room. And you just realized you have papered the wall with his face

and you took down all of it

and forgetting that you still have a framed picture of him on your desk


This piece inspired by my shriveled shipper heart. I will only accept the reveal if it’s in the rain. All aboard the garbage barge!

Dancing Away with my Heart by Lady Antebellum plays unironically in the background


|Timeless| Favorite Ship: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston

Keith (talking to Shiro): Sorry I’m late. I was… doing things.


Keith: Push is such a strong word, I prefer to call it, “giving you a little nudge.”

Lance: Oh I’ll give you a little nudge when I put my foot up your ass!

Keith: HEY! Watch your fuckin language in front of our leader.

I have to take something off my chest, it’s real quick. For me if there weren’t any feelings of a romantic nature from Sherlock’s side no way Molly would have asked him to say IT first. No fucking way, either she would have sensed he was in danger and would bring herself to say it reluctantly. That would have probably been the end of their friendship as it were or she would have hung up, feed up of their history and bye boy bye. I know that during S1 the writers wanted to frame her as having a crush and I know unrequited love exists and is valid. But Molly is a character that sees something, honestly we have no idea how perceptive she is, what extent and how she works it out. And let’s not get started with all the scenes that play out off screen. And the ongoing ambiguities. The Unknown suggests there are reasons, sensible reasons, for Molly to see that Sherlock has something for her but she never ever pushed him, she might expect it from him -xmas gift/dinner?solve crimes?/is that your gf’s phone?- because she likes/loves Sherlock therefore he’s likable/lovable and she sees *something*, but there are boundaries and that phone-call erased the hell out of that line. *for me* she asked him because,

  1. “oh if it’s so fucking easy, go on you do it first and let’s see how effortless and simple it is to say those words” and
  2. “well now that we’re here, let me hear you say it, you go first, don’t suggest, say the words. I want to know if i’m wrong or not” and 
  3. “you are not going to be smooth and all if you knew that these words mean to you”.

That was the 11th hour, *for me* the moment of Truth, pure and simple, and she’s going to get it from him. The first time he says ILY she’s not shocked “you moron so this is how you were going to say it” because yeah *for me* she kinda knew how he felt for her and he had, although barely, passed her test. But that’s not enough. For the second time, the YLU is not only meant it’s revealed. The first one was real but the second one was different. He didn’t just love her now, he has always longed for her, longed for it, and I’m pretty sure several flashbacks went into her head, that she pondered like fanvideos. As in, all this time, after all these years, she was right? 

There is this quote, that for the life of me cannot get out of my head and I don’t really know why, I can’t work it out so I might need your help. It’s from ACD The Devil’s Foot, in which btw SH lets a murderer loose because of personal ethics.

“I have never loved. But if I did, and if the woman I had loved had met with such an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done.” 

It’s under read more because it’s in the back of my head whenever I think about the coffin scene and I can’t make a proper connection; ugh.