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Nina! The young drow who has been partially fused with Shadow and informally adopted by Tamrith, Nina is both extremely childish and extremely powerful. Not the best combination.

[Trollhunters] Ithaca

Title: Ithaca
Summary: He doesn’t realize it’s Ithaca he’s looking for until he finds it. When he does, she has blue eyes and a different name.
Characters: Walter Strickler. Mentions of Barbara and Jim.

A/N: last week I watched all of Trollhunters instead of sleeping and now I wrote this instead of sleeping. I need some lessons in adulting because man, do I fail at it. 


Changelings never remember precisely what is done to them in order to change them in the first place. What they do remember every waking hour is what they’re told throughout the process.

You can never go back.

‘Back’ is a vague concept to beings that remember nothing prior to their turning. ‘Back’ is the nebulous reality of a family that, somewhere, woke up to an empty crib. Perhaps they mourned before picking up the pieces and moving on. Because they do move on, every single one of them. Sometimes the crib remains empty; sometimes a new offspring fills the void, guarded viciously by parents who’ll never allow it to meet the same fate as the previous.

They will never look for you. They never speak of you. They’ve all forgotten you.

They’ll have a dead child over an Impure one.

There are tales of a Changeling who went back, one who was taken young but not quite young enough. She remembered things from before, the tale went, and decided to look for her birth family. What she remembered was enough to find them - ignoring warnings, clawing her way back even as her brethren tried to hold her back. She had appeared before her bloodkin wounded but deliriously happy, reaching out for them with hands stained by the blood of her brothers and sisters.

They had recognized her as one of their own corrupted young, the tale went on. They had reached back for those outstretched arms.

And then they had torn her apart.

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Martha Baird, “Do Not Make Things Too Easy“

Do not make things too easy.
There are rocks and abysses in the mind
As well as meadows.
There are things knotty and hard: intractable.
Do not talk to me of love and understanding.
I am sick of blandishments.
I want the rock to be met by a rock.
If I am vile, and behave hideously,
Do not tell me it was just a misunderstanding.

Blandish Her (M)

jongin, 15.5k, kai of the kim brothers is about to fall in love for the very first time but rejection hits him first

warning: slight smut, mentions of violence and gang related activity, etc

“Maybe I’m not. Maybe every time I’m with you my heart beats really quickly and I can’t help but smile. Maybe when you leave me I’m back to the same old Kai who doesn’t know how to commit. Maybe I don’t know what love is, but you’re most definitely the person that’s come closest to being someone I love.”

Originally posted by katherine8595

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may is undergrounder

believe, christmas has to pass, without dissection, when
compared to, with turning
most animals wouldn’t, my answer another, a lot
and what means randomness
the inability
means i made up a character 2nd grade omnipotent such as
(nonbeing is the epitome
usually translated here is the)
iris less than a miracle
intercepting light in laziness
or was it darkness in struggle
(remember? it took two)
springs, if left alone
spontaneously go
invoking contrast to the ambivalent
bringer of latter
patched face the dilemma
wind through part, beside
where they try, but only one

Imagine Request

This one’s for @nickysmum1909 ❤️
I’m so sorry I kept you waiting for this. Please forgive me?


I peeked at him from the corner of my eye. He was looking straight ahead with a serious, almost indecipherable expression on his face. His short hair were perfectly gelled and he looked dapper as hell in that crisp, white starched shirt.

“Finn?” I asked meekly, breaking the silence.

He raised his eyebrows questioningly, glancing at me only briefly.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

The crease around his eyes deepened as he smiled momentarily at my question.

“You’ll find out when we get there.” He said tightening his grip on the wheel as he went back to concentrating on the road ahead.

Finn loved being mysterious like that. I’ve always loved surprises but his clandestine side was giving me serious anxiety now. I knew there was no point questioning him further because he wasn’t going to tell me. I turned up the music in the car and looked out the window to keep myself distracted.

Approximately 15 minutes later the car came to a halt and I zapped back from my day dreaming. We were parked before a series of evenly spaced out gorgeous beach houses. The glistening ocean waves were just several feet ahead of us.

I slowly turned to look at Finn who was still seated in the car with me. He gave me a knowing smile.

“Holy fuck.” I whispered to myself.

Finn let out a chuckle.

“Let’s go.” He got out of the car and led me into the beach house.

“Omg omg omg omg…” I kept saying it like I was reciting a prayer. I could not believe the beauty before my eyes. We walked inside the beach house and I was blown away by the marvellous interior. The natural light coming through the large glass window bay left me speechless.

Finn opened the glass doors to the terrace and I rushed to him.

“Oh my god look at the ocean!” I squealed with joy.

I was like a child lost in Toys R Us. Finn relished every bit of my excitement. He had a huge smile on his face but he kept himself from saying anything.

I stood at the wooden railings taking in the atmosphere. The sun cast a gold shadow upon everything around us as it began to set itself.

Finn now stood next to me, propping his elbows on the railings. He looked at me with a warm glow in his eyes and I reached out to give him a hug.

“Finn you remembered!” I exclaimed.

Finn wrapped his arms around me as he let out a soft laugh. “How could I not?”

Finn missed my birthday last week. He was working hard and was mostly out of town which made it difficult for our 7 month relationship to blossom.

“Is there anything you specifically want as a present?” Finn asked warmly on the phone that night.

“No.” I said coldly.

“Come on babe, there’s got to be something you’d want?” He blandished, trying to get me to talk to him but I wasn’t in the mood. I knew this wasn’t his fault but I couldn’t help feel a little upset that he wouldn’t be able to make it to my birthday.

“The only two things I want right now are a beach house and you being there on my birthday.” I whispered despairingly.

“I know babe, I know. I really wish I could be there.” He sighed on the phone. “But I promise I’ll make it up to ya.”

I pulled myself out of the embrace and turned back to the view before us. It was all so beautiful. Finn now stood behind me, his arms enclosing me in the middle as he held onto the wooden railings.

“Do ya like it?” He asked kissing my temple.

“I love it.” I tried not to blush at how perfect the moment was.

“The view is really pretty.” I gushed.

“And so are you.” Finn whispered in my ear. Although I couldn’t see him, I could feel him grinning widely behind me. He loved being cheesy. He knew how awkward I was with romance- I could never be as laid back as him.

“I love sunsets.” I stated randomly.

“And I love you.” Finn stated simply.

I stood frozen as my mind registered what that meant. This was the first time Finn ever, explicitly told me that he loved me. As my mind whirled with different thoughts, I realised Finn was waiting for me to respond. I turned around to face him. He stood confidently with his arms still locking me between him and the railings. He wasn’t smiling anymore. His eyes met mine with an intensity I did not immediately return.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it back.” He said apologetically, breaking eye contact with me.

“I love you too, Finn.” I smiled at him as I regained my composure.

Finn looked back at me with wide eyes. A bright smile eventually donned his face as he realised I meant it sincerely. He leaned in for a kiss that was slowly verging onto a make out session- until I slapped his shoulder.

“We’re out on the terrace Finn.” I pointed out.

He feigned confusion. “You want to take it to the bedroom already?” Finn tried to hide a mischievous smirk as I rolled my eyes at him.

“Well, what else did you rent this beach house for?” I cheekily winked at him and walked inside as he stood still, gaping at me in disbelief.

Cognitive Trope Therapy

“I’m not saying TV Tropes is right about everything,” I typed into the chat window, “but right now it understands your life better than you do.”

I have invented a new form of psychotherapy

I call it Cognitive Trope Therapy

the way it works is that when you have a thought, you write it down

like, say

“You are different from the others. You will never know their innocence… and that is why you should hate your own existence. Die. Die. Die.”

then you figure out whether, if your life were a fantasy novel, these words would be spoken by figures wearing black robes, and speaking in a dry, whispering voice, and they are actually withered beings who touched the Stone of Evil

and if so then you don’t listen

I would write this up as a pop psych bestseller but it would be only two pages long


I know what you are thinking

you are thinking “but what if the whispering voice seems like it might have a point”

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mafia au - kim ‘kai’ jongin - blandish her

scared what i might do?

“You told me that if I doubted that I did love you then I definitely didn’t love you. But now I wake up every morning and ask myself the same question. Am I in love with you? The answer is always yes. When I’m brushing my teeth I start to think of what it would be like if I moved you in with me. When I’m making breakfast I imagine having you with me at all times during the day. When I sit at my desk I think about what you’re doing and I get jealous that maybe you’re paying attention to another guy so I text you and when you reply to me I get so happy you wouldn’t believe. When I get home I think about cuddling you on the couch. When I go to bed you’re the last thing I think about. Every time I think about you there’s a smile on my face and I can’t explain how much I know I’m in love with you. I know I told you that I could face rejection but now I know for sure that I love you, I had to give it another shot, just in case…”

mahnati  asked:

In defense of Kellam and Kjelle, while they are bad units, have stupid armor and are not that useful, at least they are not as ugly as Arden.


Okay yeah Arden is not exactly the best looking but he has a heart of gold. Kellam isn’t bad but blandish? Kjelle not my type, sorry. 

Sincerity and Dedication

All the sleepless nights, those loud scream to yourself and gradual wane in your self-esteem are something that you face, probably at the times you become helpless for certain things. Even I am going through all these!
Those shimmering bright dreams that I dream of is so abstract to grab. Why can I not flurish myself as the best? What provokes me to go back, walk back. Blandish world is not what I choose, path full of lies is not I walk on neither I choose my own rights over my parents.
Am I not working hard or is it my fate that leads me to such situations or I should say an obnoxious tranquil world.
Or is it that headstrong zeal that lacks in me for driving to my destination.
Reaching out for goals is not tough, its just that I am not sincere nor I have dedication to achieve it.
Elegant and charming word, indeed. However, dreams only craves for our passion and firm attempts to reach it. All I need to be is a bit charismatic and change my thoughts to something that can relates positivity.
And these are rear up by Sincerity and Dedication.

anonymous asked:

Emma Roberts

besides her blandish acting and the fact that she plays the same role over n over again, didn’t she like abuse evan peters or something? i’ve always had a kind of shady opinion of her bc of that, that’s fucked up. the only iconic thing she’s done in her career was the nick show ‘unfabulous’ lmao. anyway have a nice day love!

I wrote you two days since, My Dear Betsey, but as I am informed by one of the Gentlemen at Head Quarters that there is an opportunity for Philadelphia, I embrace it with that pleasure which I always feel in communicating with you. You complain of me my love, for not writing to you more frequently, but have I not greater reason to complain of you? Since I left Kings ferry, I have received three letters from you, that is three in seven weeks. You have no occupations to prevent your writing; I am constantly employed. Yet I am sure I have written to you during that period more than twenty letters. Don’t imagine that this neglect will go unpunished. I hope to see you in three or four weeks from this time, and you may then expect to be called to a severe account. I know you rely upon your power over me. You expect that your usual blandishments will have the usual charm. You think you have only to smile and caress and you will disarm my resentment; but you are mistaken. The crime is of too serious nature to be forgiven; except with one atonement which I am sure it will not be easy for you to make. This is to love me better than ever. If upon deliberate examination you should find this impossible, I may compound for one substitute. You shall engage shortly to present me with a boy. You will ask me if a girl will not answer the purpose. By no means. I fear, with all the mothers charms, she may inherit the caprices of her father and then she will enslave, tantalize and plague one half the sex, out of pure regard to which I protest against a daughter. So far from extenuating your offence this would be an aggravation of it.

In an instant my feelings are changed. My heart disposed to gayety is at once melted into tenderness. The idea of a smiling infant in my Betsey’s arms calls up all the father in it. In imagination I embrace the mother and embrace the child a thousand times. I can scarce refrain from shedding tears of joy. But I must not indulge these sensations; they are unfit for the boisterous scenes of war and whenever they intrude themselves make me but half a soldier.

Thank heaven, our affairs seem to be approaching fast to a happy period. Last night our second parallel commenced. Five days more the enemy must capitulate or abandon their present position; if they do the latter it will detain us ten days longer; and then I fly to you. Prepare to receive me in your bosom. Prepare to receive me decked in all your beauty, fondness and goodness. With reluctance I bid you adieu.

Adieu My darling Wife My beloved Angel Adieu

A. Hamilton

—  Love letter from Alexander Hamilton to wife Elizabeth (Eliza/Betsey) Schuyler Hamilton. Sent October 12, 1781 from the war camp of Yorktown, Virginia. 

When we sit on the gold grass of the cliff, the sun between us insists on a solution for which we search in vain, but whose insurgency we feel unbearably. I never was in love with death before, nor felt grateful because the rocks below could promise certain death. But now the idea of dying violently becomes an act wrapped in attractive melancholy, and displayed with every blandishment. For there is no beauty in denying love, except perhaps by death, and towards love what way is there?

To deny love, and deceive it meanly by pretending that what is unconsummated remains eternal, or that love sublimated reaches highest to heavenly love, is repulsive, as the hypocrite’s face is repulsive when placed too near the truth. Farther off from the centre of the world, of all worlds, I might be better fooled, but can I see the light of a match while burning in the arms of the sun?

—  Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

anonymous asked:

Why do you love Faile so much?

Warning for Spoilers. So many spoilers. FO r everything.

Ok so the first thing that Faile does once she joins the party is embarrass herself, because she chose for herself the same name as Lan’s horse. Which was just hilarious. She was all indignant bc she didn’t know, and it was cute. Plus Faile is a babe with knives who won’t put up with your shit. That same phrase describes me p accurately (just ask addyaddyaintgotnodaddy), and is partially why I identify with Faile. She’s also very insecure, and that manifests itself in many ways throughout the series (The Berelain Thing freaks her out because she thinks Berelain is hotter than her, so she’s worried that she’s not good enough; she hates embarassing herself so she’s always trying to cover any emotion but anger; she goes overboard when she does express her anger because she’s trying to cover mistakes and such – these are all responses due to insecurity she feels). She’s fiery and independent, but if she cares about you, you know you’re in good hands because she will do whatever she can to protect you.

Fast forward to when she’s captured. She completely focuses on how she can escape with her people. She doesn’t sit around wondering when Perrin will get there, even though she knows he must be trying. Faile plans and thinks and does what she can to reassure the people that look up to her. Sometimes she slips and thinks about Perrin rescuing her, but she immediately corrects herself because the only thing she knows she can rely on completely is herself. Because taking it upon herself to provide the means for escape gives her and the people that look up to her hope. If she just gave in and waited for Perrin, everyone would’ve lost hope and they would likely have broken under the pressure of being Gai’shain. It’s only when she’s absolutely desperate, and there’s literally nothing possible left for her to do that she starts hoping for Perrin to show up soon. And even then, while Maighdin exhausts herself nearly to death using the Power to attract attention while they are trapped, Faile never stops talking and encouraging her, because that’s the only way she can help.

Yeah, she has her problems. The way she dealt with the Ways situation really bothered me, for one. Sometimes Faile is borderline abusive, and that’s not ok. But a lot of these behaviors are cultural. (Disclaimer: This is not intended to excuse Faile’s behavior. Just to explain it.) There are a lot of cultural differences between the Two Rivers and Saldaea, but since they’re on the same general side of the continent, this isn’t as obvious to the characters or the readers. Wetlanders and the Aiel? Obviously they’re going to have cultural differences, so the characters are more prepared for it. They can work across communication issues better when they are fully aware of the extent of the cultural differences. So the differences between Saldaea and the Two Rivers are overlooked, at least partly.

Saldaeans are weird about conflict. Faile wants Perrin to instinctively understand what she wants and the way she wants to deal with confllict, because she would reasonably expect a Saldaean man to be able to. She forgets that Perrin was never taught to guess what women think; the Two Rivers guys are all taught that women are indecipherable and they can never figure them out, so why bother? Faile wants Perrin to get visibly angry and yell, because to her, if he isn’t yelling then clearly he doesn’t think she can handle it and yell back; but Perrin avoids getting angry because he was taught that anger expressed verbally or physically can be destructive, especially with his strength.

Neither of these views are inherently better, but since we get mainly Perrin POV chapters when these conflicts occur, most readers see Faile as unreasonable while Perrin is confused.

Also, it’s very important to note that Faile recognizes when her anger/jealousy is petty and pointless. In these cases, she tries to hide it because she is fully aware that it would be silly to act on these feelings. However, Perrin can smell in her scent that she is angry, regardless of how well Faile visibly hides it. Faile is unaware of this, and Perrin doesn’t think to tell her, so he thinks she’s ridiculously angry and is refusing to talk about it, when Faile thinks that she is successfully hiding her anger. So she denies being angry when asked.

about The Berelain Thing: I’m going to start off saying that Faile, Perrin, and Berelain could have handled this better. Faile and Perrin should have talked to each other more. Miscommunication is a huge thing in this series, for all of the characters, so that’s not particularly surprising. But also Faile gets jealous so easily, it’s ridiculous. I’m not a jealous person. I don’t understand this at all. It literally makes no sense to me that someone who knows their partner cares about them would freak out when someone else makes a move on them. Perrin rejected Berelain??? So why is Faile still freaking out??????? Why did it take more than one chapter to resolve this???????? I literally do not know.

Also, Berelain needed to chill sooner. It’s way out of character for her to: a) not understand Perrin’s rejection, and/or b) not respect Perrin’s rejection. She’s politically savvy and is used to manipulating people, so… did RJ somehow forget that?? Berelain understands subtlety. She proved that in Cairhien. And it doesn’t make sense for her to continue to go after Perrin, because that would be politically disastrous if she did it to the wrong person. It would destroy her reputation. (ex: if Berelain doesn’t understand the delicate process of wooing someone, how could she understand how to properly run a country? That requires a great deal more subtlety and manipulation.) I’m still debating whether or not it was in character for Berelain to manipulate the perception of others so that everyone thinks she and Perrin slept together while Faile was gone. It’s clever, but a jerk move all the same. I dunno, I wish there was a scene where Faile talks to Berelain and is like “Hey. Chill, Ok? Thanks.” And then they could be best friends, because they are quite similar in some aspects.

Here’s a quote from a Faile POV in Path of Daggers (p633):

“By some miracle, her husband, her beloved wolf, had begun behaving as he should. Instead of shouting at Berelain or running from her, Perrin now tolerated the jade’s blandishments, plainly tolerated them the way he would a child playing around his knees. And best of all, there was no longer any need to tamp down her anger when she wanted to let it loose. When she shouted, he shouted back. She knew he was not Saldaean, but it had been so hard, thinking in her heart of hearts that he believed her too weak to stand up to him.”

tl;dr: The above quote is helpful in understanding Faile’s thought process, and I think a lot of people that dislike her just don’t understand why she is the way she is. She has her faults, but at the core she’s a good person, she’s a good ruler, and she really cares about Perrin.

/end rant