bastard chosen

I know the actual quote from it’s always sunny is ‘science is a liar. sometimes’ but my brain has chosen to bastardized that with the liberal use of science making famous scientists it’s bitches in that episode into ‘science makes bitches of us all…sometimes’ which is actually my predominant emotion right now, because science has presented me with a weird and ultimately trivial mystery to solve before I can move on with my work and dammit, if science isn’t making a bitch of me right now I don’t even know what it’s doing

an: apparently my muse is still alive and kicking, it just likes to spend almost an entire year dormant before doing me a solid. this is heavily inspired by ‘uprooted’ my naomi novik, but it’s completely unnecessary to know anything at all about it, though you should definitely read it and cry about it with me.

Summary: Killian Jones has no desire to return to Misthaven, but his captain and his crew are tied to the kingdom in a way he has never understood, and they consider it a duty to be there for the Choosing. Once every fifteen years, the witch in her high tower chooses a man or woman among them and whisks them away, in payment for all she has done to save this kingdom, and to most it is considered a blessing to be chosen. All Killian wants is for the Choosing to be finished and The Jewel to return to sea, and to forget once again all that Misthaven has taken from him.

The Price: Chapter One

There was a hum of quiet anticipation hanging over the bay when The Jewel of the Realm docked in port, despite the teeming masses of ships, boats and dingys all huddled in together - and Killian sighed as he surveyed the place. He’d been too young to really remember the last Choosing, but Liam had woven him grand stories of it - of the mass of people who returned to their homeland, of the ceremony and the excitement bubbling among the residents of this land, of the tense wonder of the people as they waited to see who would be chosen from their ranks. Killian, for his part, didn’t understand it. He’d spent so little time ashore in this kingdom, he could hardly understand why this day, this day that happened once every fifteen years, was so important to the people of Misthaven.

Liam, for all his stories of the land they’d been born in, had no way of explaining the importance of this day. His own memories of growing up amidst the sailors and pirates who frequented their mothers inn while on land were more emotion than anything else, and no matter the tales Liam spun of the place he remembered so fondly, Killian had never quite understood what he meant when he called the place home.

To Killian it was nothing more than a place to resupply.

It was meant to be an honor, being chosen, the greatest honor a man or woman of Misthaven could receive, but for himself, it seemed more like imprisonment.

“Who d’you think it’ll be, this time?”

Killian bit out a sigh, turning to give their quartermaster an unimpressed look. They’d only returned for fear the crew might mutiny if not given the chance to be among those the Swan could choose from - despite an understanding among the crew that of anyone in Misthaven, these merchant sailors were some of the least likely to be chosen in the entire realm, there was a feeling among most of them that even the dream of a chance would be enough. At the very least, they wanted a story to tell, desired that bit of genuine truth to the tales they spun in taverns and whorehouses across the world. The Choosing, they imagined, would make for a larger than life story.

“I’d just as soon cut off my own hand as make idle speculations about what sort of person an immortal sorceress prefers for a servant, Turk. The sooner it’s done and we’re on our way, the better, I say.”

Turk, for his own part, seemed scandalized by the insinuation that the Chosen were merely servants, but Killian had never been led to believe otherwise. Those few who spent their years with the Swan rarely ever spoke of them, and though they never said a single derogatory thing about the witch in her high tower, they never spoke a kind word, either.

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we never did have a chance

because if ron and hermione got a moment during the battle at hogwarts so did harry and draco

Everywhere Harry looked there was complete and utter chaos. Pieces of ceiling were falling down, spells were flying left and right, people were scrambling back and forth. It was hard to tell who was fighting for who. 

“Potter,” Draco grabbed onto his arm tightly; so tightly Harry thought he might lose blood flow. “How in Merlin’s name do you suggest we get out of here?”

“We’re not getting out of here,” Harry turned to look at him. His glasses were cracked and dust covered the lenses. It was hard to make out Draco’s features, but he was sure he looked just as scared as Harry felt. His heart pounded away in his chest and he could feel blood on his temple. Whether it was his or someone else’s he didn’t know. “We have to fight.”

“He’s going to kill me,” Draco’s voice cracked. “I’m dead if I go out there. I can’t do this.”

“Draco I do not have time for-” 

“Listen to me!” Draco yelled, moving his hand up to Harry’s shoulder. Harry was suddenly standing in Dumbledore’s office begging for people to just fucking listen to him. “For once forget everything else and just fucking listen to me!”

Draco’s eyes were wild and his chest moved rapidly due to his heavy breathing. Harry took off his glasses and repaired them while Draco watched, his agitation rising. 

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Turn Down the Heat - 21 (Leonard Snart Reader)

Part One Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven Part Eight  Part Nine Part Ten  Part Eleven Part Twelve  Part Thirteen Part Fourteen  Part Fifteen  Part Sixteen  Part Seventeen Part Eighteen  Part Nineteen  Part Twenty

Originally posted by coldsflash

One week and no answers, but you were still here. Then things got exciting. Distress signals that lead to the moment of now being in a space battle, “Gideon report!”

“We have a haul breach.” She rattled off the deck area as you cursed turning to go fix it.

“Stay…put.” Len looked down at you, “Sara and I can handle it. You need to try and not get stressed.”

It was one of the theories that the more stressed you got the more you ‘jumped’, “Len are you serious? We’re in a fire fight!”

“Just stay…we got it.” He pointed at you taking off with Sara.

You rolled your eyes looking back to Ray, “Please tell me you got this.”

“Oh I got this…I think.” He muttered the last part.

“Dammit…” You held onto the center console looking at the damage reports, “Rip is going to get us killed…”

Kendra looked at you concerned, “Are you serious?”

“I hope not.” You looked at her before starting out of the bridge, “I really hope not…Gideon…status on the breach.”

“What Mr. Snart is doing is working, but it will not be a permanent fix.”

“Will it buy us the time we need?” You started to run.

“Calculations indicated a substantial amount of time.”

“Good.” You could see the room where the breach was at ahead of you. The light of the cold gun reflected off the walls. You sighed knowing you were going to get an ear full from Len when he saw you.

Then the door shut.

“No…” You rushed forward slamming your hands on the door, “No no! Gideon open the door.”

“There is a still a breach…safety measures won’t allow me to do so.”

“Len…” You looked inside as his face appeared in the window, “I’m going to get you out.”

“Y/N…” He looked at you, “You can’t worry about me…you have to relax.”

“Shut up!” You hit the door shaking your head, “I’m tired of losing you…I’m not…”

“Hey…” Looked at him through the window, “You’re not going to lose me. I’m too stubborn for that.”

“He’s right.” Sara smirked a little, “He’s an asshole. He doesn’t just disappear from people’s lives.”

Len glanced back at the assassin, “Gee…thanks.”

“I can’t get the door open.” You told him when he looked back at you, “The breach needs to be fixed.”

You watched him visibly shiver, “I know you and the others will figure it out.”

You stared up at him nodding, “I’m gonna get you out of there.”

He leaned his head against the window watching you run down the hall, “It’s going get a lot colder in here.”

“Don’t worry Snart.” Sara smirked at him, “I’ll keep you warm.”

Once the ship was at a safe distance you helped Ray with his suit. It wasn’t made for space, but it would do in a pinch, “You’re not going to have a lot of time.”

“I know. I’ll work efficiently.” He smiled at you glancing at Kendra, “Can you give us a minute?”

You smiled and nodded, “Please hurry back.”

You walked down the hall quickly to the bridge. This was all going to hell. All you could do was wait now. You weren’t good at that game, “Gideon…anything from the other ship?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Has Ray launched?” You put your hands on a chair and leaned forward.

“Yes…he’s approaching the breach now.”

“Good…good.” You moved around the chair and sat down. You shut your eyes as Kendra walked in. You listened to her talk to Ray keeping him motivated. You tried to go back down to talk to Len and Sara, but Len shooed you away.

You knew what he was doing…if he died…he didn’t want you to be there for it.

Your eyes snapped open when you heard Kendra calling to Ray getting no answer back. You were on her heels running toward the loading Bay. You stopped in the doorway watching her shake Ray’s body. It was awful to watch.

You felt his hands on your arms first as Rays gasped back to life. You turned into burying your face into Len’s chest. He was freezing, “Len…”

“We’re fine.” He whispered looking over at Kendra and Ray, “You kids need a moment?”

You smiled glancing at Sara walking into the room. A quick once over and the small victory was pushed aside. There was work to do.

“I’ve just received a message from the shuttle. It seems Mr. Rory as escaped capture and is on his way back to the Waverider now.”

Len smirked looking over at Sara, “Told you. Those pirates picked the wrong guy to mess with.”

As they walked down the hall everyone started asking questions. Valid questions. Questions that started to get you thinking, “Len…”

He looked at you and frowned, “I know…but I trust him.”

You nodded slowly as everyone stopped when Gideon announced that Mick was boarding now. You could feel the tension ripple over everyone as Mick entered the ship alone.

Len took a step forward toward his beaten friend, “You okay Mick?”

Mick stared at them all for a moment before turning his head slightly, “Boys! The ships all yours.”

Your stomached flipped as armed men boarded the Waverider. Len stared at him taking a protective stance in front of you, “What are you doing Mick?”

“Getting us home.” He responded roughly, “Are you in?”

“Len…” You whispered as he took a few steps forward pulling out his cold gun

“Yeah…” He glanced back at you “Time to choose a side, I guess”

His head swiveled back to Mick as he smirked raising the gun, “Chosen.”

“Bastard!” Mick shouted as everyone scrambled out of the way of his heat blast, “I’ll get the time drive!”

You managed to catch that and looked at Len, “I have to get to the engine room.”

“Y/N…you need to get some place-”

“Len…if he rips out the drive he could strand us for good or worse.” You told him.

He stared at you his eyes saying that he didn’t want you to be part of this at all, “Go…we’ll hold them off.”

You took off running. You knew this ship better than anyone and could get anywhere quickly. You skidded into the engine room breathing hard. You had to take the time drive offline before Mick got there.

“Shit…” You froze hearing him behind you. You looked back at him, “Move.”

“Mick…” You looked at him shaking your head, “You don’t want…”

“You don’t know what I want!” He shouted at you, “You’re part of the problem.”

You felt your fear creeping up on you as he got closer. You stood your ground pushing it down, “Mick, I can’t…let you do this.”

“Then I’ll remove you.” He raised his gun up toward.

“Hey!” Sara shouted from behind him, “Leave her alone.”

“Sara…” He looked back at her, “I like you…you got a lot of guts…So I’m only going to…”

The fight erupted and you turned toward the drive shutting the panel. With them dancing around you knew you wouldn’t be able to get it out slowly. You felt grab you by the hair yanking you back.

You struggled and felt him buckle sending your forward into the wall. You saw a flash in front of your eyes before you hit the ground. The burning sensation on your leg started to grow.

As your eyes snapped open you saw Mick and Sara fade away into a blur leaving you laying on the ground alone surrounded by the dark.

(uh so this is basically part one of the update today :D)

Touchdown Kiss

Summary: AU. Football star and Head Cheerleader go together like peanut butter and jelly. But Natsu refuses to admit his feelings for Lucy. After seeing her kiss someone else, does he finally decide to make a move on Homecoming week?

New year, new one-shot :) hope you all had a great new years day!

I hope you enjoy this :) I’m sorry if you don’t understand the terminology. I love football, hah. Also, the school events are what my high school was like!

“Yosh!” Natsu barreled into the head cheerleaders back, “What’s up, Lucy?!”

“Natsu,” Lucy groaned, “You smell!”

“I just got out of practice! You want me to smell like strawberries or something?” he grinned, pulling er closer, keeping his arm around her shoulder.

“They have showers, dummy,” Lucy sighed, accepting her fate.

“If I took a shower I wouldn’t be able to walk you home,” he stealthily took her book bag off her shoulder and onto his.

“Hey!” she reached for it but he got a few steps ahead of her, “give it back!”

“Ya gotta catch me first!” he took off down the sidewalk, turning around at the stop sign he watched her run towards him, “come on, slowpoke!”

When she reached him she slapped him across the chest, “Idiot.”

He laughed, but still didn’t give her her bag back. It was too much fun ruffling her feathers.

“No flirting,children,” Natsu’s teammate-slash-best friend-slash-rival met up with them.

“We are not flirting!” They both yelled, taking secret glances at each other.

“OK, I believe you,” Gray’s smirk told them he really didn’t.

“Tell Narsu that he needs to shower after every practice!” Lucy stomped her foot when Gray was next to her, she rubbed her hands up her arms. She left her jacekt in her locker and she was in her gym clothes.

“That’s disgusting man,” Gray pinched his nose.

“Tch, it’s not that bad,” he grumbled. He noticed that Lucy was shivering, “Geez, here Lucy.”

Natsu wrapped his scarf around the cheerleader. Lucy smiled and snuggled her face into the warmth it kept from him. Gray watched in silent shock, Natsu let someone where his scarf?

The trio made it to Lucy’s house first, which was more like a mansion in this small town, she exchanged his scarf for her bag, finally, “See ya later guys!”

“Bye!” Natsu called, even though he would probably see her that night when he snuck in her window.

Gray narrowed his eyes, Natsu was oblivious to his scrutiny as they crossed the next street. He buried his nose in the scarf that now smelled pleasantly of Lucy.

“Would you just ask her out already?”

“Huh?” Natsu jerked his head to the side, “Why would I do that?”

“Because you like her, moron,” Gray punched Natsu in the head.

“Ow!” he rubbed the spot, making his hair even more messy, “I do not!”

“You’re always flirting with her.”

“She’s my best friend so I mess around with her a lot, big deal! It ain’t flirting, "Natsu’s cheeks betrayed his words.

"You let her wear your scarf.”

“She was cold.”

“You’ve had that scarf since kindergarten and as long as I’ve known you and you’ve never let anyone wear in, no matter how cold they were,” they stopped in front of Gray’s home, which was two houses down from Natsu’s. Poor Jellal was in the middle.

“She’s my best friend! She means more to me than anyone else so no duh I’m gonna let her wear it!”

Gray smirked, “What if that’s all she was wearing?”

“Damn, that would be- NO!” he slammed his eyes shut as if to get rid of the image.

“See! You like her, ask her out!”

“She’s just my friend!”

“I don’t buy it!”

“Well buy this!” Natsu threw the first fist. Gray quickly retaliated.

One bloody nose, a black eye, bruises, and 5 minutes of yelling like children is all it took for Jellal to come and break them up.

“Would you mind telling me what you’re fighting about,” he sat them down on his lawn a foot apart, “this time.”

Natsu was going to answer with something about school when Gray said, “Natsu is an idiot and needs to ask Lucy out already.”

Jellal crossed his arms and sighed, “What else is new?”

“What?!” Natsu stood and sputtered, “I don’t like Lucy!”

“You let her wear your scarf!” Gray stood as well and pointed to the white cloth.

“You did?” Jellal turned to Natsu, surprise on his face.

“What’s the big deal?! She was cold!”

Gray smirk and ‘whispered’ to Jellal, “He even said he wouldn’t mind seeing her in only his scarf.”

“She’s hot!” his face flushed in anger in embarrassment, “Everyone knows that! Who wouldn’t mind that..” he quickly sobered up and yelled, “BUT DON’T YOU DARE THINK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT OR I’LL POUND YOU INTO THE GROUND AND BURN YOUR DICK OFF!”

“See? You like her,” Gray chuckled, unfazed by the outburst.

“I have to agree,” Jellal laughed.

“GAHHH! Forget you guys!” he ran inside his house and into his room.

Slamming the door, Natsu scared poor little Happy.

“As if I like Lucy..” he mumbled, pulling his scarf above his nose to smell the lingering scent of strawberries.

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All my life, I’ve been the overweight child. I tried everything to lose weight to stop the bullying, even developing an eating disorder that I still fight to this day. The bullies beat me, called me names, ripped at my clothes and hair, told me that no one would ever want to marry a “fat fuck” like myself, made me afraid of cameras with their bullying, and even turned my own brother and sister against me until they realized what was happening. By the time I was 14, I was ready to do something terrible to escape from everything since enduring it wasn’t helping.

But the very day I planned on doing it, I met Tom. He was one of the first people to treat me like, well, a person and not a lump of fat. And the rest was history after that. With him, I had moments where I felt like I was pretty or worth acknowledging. We dated for a few years and it just felt right. And when he proposed, I couldn’t stop crying. It took me most of that night to fully grasp that it had happened. That I was sitting there with the love of my life, surrounded by friends, and we were all having a fantastic time and that every single one of those people cared about me for being me, not for the number I was on a scale. 

While preparing for the wedding, I was under a lot of stress and didn’t lose much weight for the dress. I was nervous, terrified even, about the possibilities of cameras and how many pictures would be taken, and simply being seen in something that didn’t cover my arms completely. I was having panic attacks up to the wedding day, up to the moment my dad saw me for the first time.

I had only seen Dad cry once in my life up to that point, and that was when his father passed. But he smiled and he cried and he hugged me close and told me I was the most beautiful girl in the world and that Tom was “one lucky bastard” to have been chosen by me. He said it again when I hid behind him while the procession was lining up. He told me how proud he was during our dance together.

I spent the rest of the night virtually unafraid of having my picture taken.

Since the wedding, my weight has been going down a little, if slowly, but because I no longer really stress about what I eat and I get exercise in whenever I have the chance.  

My father died in January 2015 after a long battle with terminal cancer and I regained a  lot of what I had lost previously due to the shock and stress, but I have been holding onto one of the last things he told me before the disease attacked his brain. 

He told me that my weight never defined me, and that he was proud of my strength to pull through so many things even with the bullying. That I was worth loving and the family, my friends, and Tom were living proof of it. That he was so proud to have two beautiful daughters with two different, but equally amazing beauty: My sister with her radiant beauty, the kind that you notice the second she walks in, the kind that’s like a roaring bright red flame. And myself, with a beauty more like a gentle, blue flame. It may not burn as brightly, but it has the same intensity, and has its own wonderful qualities. He told me he was happy that Tom would get to see me burn even brighter in the years to come, and that he knew that any child we had would be brilliant, kind, and beautiful beyond measure.

I think if it weren’t for Dad and for #fatattack, I would have never even considered uploading a picture of myself. But… Things are different now, I’ve grown. And I want to make my Dad proud. I’ve come a long way from the scared, meek 14 year old I once was. I dont want to lose weight to make others happy and think better of me anymore. The people that matter love me for me, and anybody who tries to bring me down isn’t worth even the time of day. 

I’ve been making slow progress, but I wear short sleeves more often. I wear better fitting clothes too. I’m still afraid of cameras, but I’ve been getting better. And I’ve been losing weight to simply improve myself. I don’t know when I’ll stop, but I know that I will once I’m content with myself, not when people say I should be. I’ve come a long, long way and I still have a long way to go, but I know I can do it and I know that I’m doing it for the right reasons now.

selflessbellamy  asked:

All I want is an angsty Bellarke argument in the pouring rain where they finally open up to each other about how they've been feeling. You know, Bellamy's like: "Every time you walk out of that gate, it breaks my heart! Every time you walk out of the gate I'm afraid I'm never going to see you again. I'm terrified that you've either been killed by some sick bastard, or just chosen not to come home." And Clarke's speechless....


i am so here for this


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