but man seriously did anyone else ship them because i did

not the lost princess

because somebody said “write it” when i said this.

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“I’m not the princess,” Liza told the first man who informed her, shocked, how she had the green eyes of the royal family and hair as dark as the late queen’s. She had been joking, of course, pretending to take him seriously as she counted out his change. No one had accused her of being the princess in the first place. Princess Aliara, the last of the royal line of Adamar, had drowned in the Silver Sea ten summers ago. Everyone knew that.

~

“I’m not the princess,” Liza told the old woman, the princess’s childhood nurse, who clutched her hands to her chest the moment she fell off her horse in the castle courtyard. She didn’t want any more confusion than there already was.

There were silver streaks in the woman’s hair and tears in her eyes. “It’s you,” she repeated, as if she hadn’t heard.

“No,” Liza explained, already impatient. “It’s not me. I’m not her.” It was what she had told the royal minister who had been fetched by the man in the shop last week at least seven times by now, but he’d insisted that the other royal ministers had to see her, had to see if she was real, and wouldn’t leave the shop.

“I’m real,” she’d said. “Really annoyed.”

The man’s eyes had filled with tears. That seemed to be happening a lot around her recently. “You sounds just like you did when you were little.”

Liza threw up her hands and told anyone who would listen that this man hadn’t known her when she was a little girl growing up in a costal town far away, but finding out she had lived in some proximity to the Silver Sea only sent everyone into more of a frenzy. In the end she agreed to come, if only because the royal minster would take care of the cost, and the capital city had a real library to visit.

“I’m not the princess, though,” she reminded all the minister’s servants when they bobbed curtsies to her. “Just to be clear.”

~

“I’m not the princess,” Liza told Kara, the girl who had claimed the right to interrogate her first. She was the lost princess’s best friend, or something, and she’d said she was the only one who could possibly tell if this so-called princess was an impostor.

Kara scoffed, hands on her hips and her eyes mistrustful. “Of course you’re not, kid. No one who claims to be Liara is. She’s dead.” But her voice sounded a little more uncertain with each word as she looked Liza over. “So what’s your excuse? What’s your made up story for how you’ve suddenly regained your lost memory and remembered you’re a princess, or whatever?”

Liza glanced around at all the court watching her, still bewildered as to how she was being interrogated as a possible impostor when she’d never claimed to be anyone in the first place, and finally repeated what she’d been saying all day. “My name is Liza. I’m a baker. My parents were bakers before they died. They were not the king and queen. I am not the princess. Can I go to the library now?”

The room filled with deliberating murmurs rather than answers, and Liza leaned back in her seat with a groan.

~

“I’ll give you credit,” Kara said, sounding as if she’d rather do anything else, “you really do look like her.”

“I’m not her,” Liza said, as if repeating it for the hundredth time would make Kara finally believe she wasn’t trying to pretend she was. As if saying it a thousand more times would make half the royal ministers stop thinking she really was.

She wasn’t allowed to go home, not until they’d come to a consensus on her princess-related status. “I’m a prisoner,” she yelled at Alder, the most annoying of the ministers.

“You’re home,” he’d responded fondly, and she’d screamed in a very un-princesslike manner and gone to find Kara, who at least wouldn’t keep asking her if she remember so-and-so-’s name, or how she had tripped on that step and sprained her ankle when she was six.

“When I was six I was frolicking happily on a beach somewhere on the southern coast,” she told Kara crankily. “Not cooped up in this castle.”

Kara laughed derisively. “Oh, honey. Liara’s ship sank near the eastern coast. You don’t even have your story straight.”

But despite Kara’s firm belief that Liza was a liar and a pretender, Liza sensed that her laughter was becoming warmer, and she directed more snide comments at the ministers than she did at Liza. Perhaps, Liza even dared to think, Kara was starting to like her.

Kara noticed that she was being stared at, and half-smiled back. “Don’t be offended. You’re almost as bad of a liar as she was, too. That’s actually a point in your favor.”

Liza rolled her eyes and tugged at Kara’s sleeve to pull her closer. “Show me the way to the library again. I get lost in the halls every time I try to go without you.”

“They say true royalty isn’t capable of being lost in the royal palace.”

“Tell that to the ministers.”

~

“I’m not the princess,” she said automatically, before she’d processed the boy standing in front of her. He was supposed to be the princess’s illegitimately-born cousin, or something. One way or another, he was one of those next in line for the throne if the princess did not magically turn up sometime soon (which she wouldn’t, because she was dead).

“He’d do a rotten job,” Kara had said, curling her lip, when they’d seen him march through the front hall from their little alcove in the balcony. “He can’t be king.”

“Why do you care?” Liza asked, trying to sneak a peak at Kara’s cards.

She pulled her cards away and whacked Liza’s arm lightly with them. “I’m engaged to the throne, silly. The real princess would know that.” But that last sentence was an afterthought. She’d almost entirely stopped accusing Liza of pretending, recently. “And I won’t marry Henry. He makes fun of anyone once their back is turned, and he spreads rumors about whatever he likes, and once he kicked Liara’s puppy because it was in his way.”

“That sounds like an exaggeration.”

Kara shook her head, looking almost grim. This clearly wasn’t one of her jokes. “No. Liara was so angry she threw her shoe at him. Hit him in the head, hard. He was bleeding. It was a big scandal that she would hurt her own cousin, everyone rushed to cover it up with a story about how he fell and hit his head.”

“I take it they didn’t get along?” Now she was worried. If Henry wanted to be king, what would he do to Liara? What would he do to her, if he believed she was the princess? “Is he dangerous?”

“Don’t worry, Liza. I’ll protect you.” She was kidding, her brown eyes soft, but Liza felt a little safer anyway.

~

“I know you’re not,” Henry sneered, and walked past her.

Kara gripped her hand, which was all that kept Liza from running after him to yell about just how many people were pretty sure she was, and how he was a rude, terrible person who would never marry Kara because she wouldn’t allow it, and how someone who kicked puppies was not fit to look at the throne, let alone sit in it, and how, also, he smelled.

He didn’t, but it would have been nice to tell him that. She almost didn’t let Kara pull her away.

~

“I’m not the princess,” Liza said when Alder asked yet again for another retelling of how she’d come to be a baker in a small town far from the castle. She was too tired to go through it again, too frustrated with all these dithering people too scared of having to work out the convoluted succession of a throne that had no obvious heir to accept that their princess wasn’t there to solve the problem.

She was not, however, too tired to notice Henry’s small victorious smile as he sat in the back of the room and listened. Everyone knew that the one year in which the royal throne could remain empty in the wake of the king and queen’s deaths was drawing to a close. An heir would have to be announced soon.

If it wasn’t Aliara— wasn’t Liza— it was almost certainly Henry.

After the horrible, boring meeting was over, she found Kara in the library and bunched up next to her in the window seat too small for two people. “Tell me about the princess,” she said, and Kara complied, because they were both coming to wish, like the ministers, that she was there.

~

One year after the queen of Adamar had passed away with her daughter’s name on her lips, the royal ministers met in the throne room. Liza had denied being the princess to the very last. There was nothing else for it but to declare the heir to the kingdom.

Henry hadn’t stopped smirking since he’d received the message asking him to attend that morning. Kara watched him with a blank face but a sick stomach, thinking how she would never sit on a throne next to his— thinking about running away, grabbing Liza’s hand and running with her back to the beach far from where the princess had died.

It wasn’t fantasy. It was a concrete plan. She had the horses waiting. She felt herself calming as Alder called everyone to attention, knowing that even if they could do nothing for Adamar once Henry was king, at least they could do this.

And then Aliara walked into the room.

No, she glided into the room. She swept in so like a ghost that half the company spooked or flinched, but she was very, very real. She had the green eyes of the royal lineage. She had dark hair braided over her shoulder the exact way the queen used to wear it. She had a smile that was almost, almost smug.

“Please,” Liza said, sweeping a curtsey and lifting her eyes to the sunlight falling through the high glass windows as if she could look any more perfectly innocent. “I must beg your forgiveness. I have been a coward to insist for so long that I could not remember my childhood here, when I have never forgotten my true self. I thought I could bear the shame of never coming forward. I even convinced myself it would be better for Adamar to have my dear cousin as king.” She pressed a hand over her heart. “I’m sorry, Henry, for pretending not to know you, and almost letting this burden fall on your shoulders. But I have seen the light in time. I am here, Alder. I am the princess.”

Henry went pale with fury, meeting her halfway across the wide floor of the throne room and catching her arm so she could not approach the throne.

“Don’t you dare,” he snarled. “We both know you’re a liar. Everyone else will soon realize to. Don’t bother trying to pull it off.”

She yanked her arm back so hard that he was almost unbalanced and fixed him with a glare that had no princess in it and all of the fire she used to pump in her huge ovens at the bakery. “Don’t cross me, cousin. Or do you need me to throw another shoe at your head?”

He faltered just long enough for her to walk past, head held high, and up to the dais. “Come here with the crown, Alder. Careful on the steps. I tripped on them when I was six, you know.”

“Y-yes, princess,” Alder said, hastily coming forward.

She raised an eyebrow, indicating with one hand that there was no one else on the dais with her. “I’m not the princess. I’m the queen.”

~

“I’m sorry,” she told Kara, late that night. It had been a very long day, and her head ached from the weight of the crown, and she only wanted to go to sleep, and she didn’t know if Kara was angry, and didn’t want her to be.

“I’m the one who needs to apologize,” Kara said, stepping closer, reaching out for her hands.

“For?”

“For my false accusations over the past year, of course,” she said with a straight face. “I don’t know how I didn’t recognize you from the beginning.”

“The princess,” the new queen said, unable to figure out full sentences as Kara pulled them closer together, gently pushing strands of her hair back.

“My princess.”

“Yes,” the baker-princess-queen sighed. “That.”

anonymous asked:

I just don't feel quite so strongly about the ep as most seem to? I mean, it wasn't a good ep and yeah it was shitty to kill Eileen on top of just being bad writing. But it seems that each season has "that episode." I choose to look at the season as a whole. I'm vastly enjoying the season overall and i'm just not having a hard time shrugging this off as a bad ep by bad writers. I too wish they wouldn't keep doing this, but if i was that tired or focused on the bad i'd quit watching.

(cont) That probably came across worse than i meant for it too:P I just mean that that’s my personal attitude and coping mechanism. If i know realistically nothing’s going to make me stop watching the show, I have to process things different and have a certain outlook. Does that make sense? Again, sorry if I sounded rude!

Hey there! And no, that doesn’t sound rude at all. I mean, that’s the attitude I typically take as well…

And I would absolutely NOT have objected to literally anything else in that episode. I would be standing up for every other bit of it… IF THEY HAD NOT KILLED THE BADASS DEAF HUNTER IN THE FREAKING COLD OPEN.

I’d been willing to overlook the grossness of 12.02 and 12.08 (same writers!) with Sam’s sexualized torture and the skeevy noncon of Lucifer impregnating Kelly like that. I’d rolled my eyes at the time travel fuckery in 12.13 (same writers!) and I thought 12.17 was a mostly solid episode aside from Kelly being a two-dimensional character (not the actresses fault, the idiotic writing).

I’d found things to defend in all of those episodes, because the subtextual through-line of the entire season stuck… 

But honestly? Eileen’s death served one narrative purpose: Tearing down two seasons worth of subtextual through-line.

Like, completely negated the entire point of all of it.

It didn’t serve to tell us that Ketch was a Very Bad Man. WE ALREADY KNEW THAT.

It didn’t serve to tell us that the BMoL were terrible people. WE ALREADY KNEW THAT.

There was A LOT of similarity to 10.21, in that it required characters to be idiotic in order for the surface layer plot to work. AND THAT IS SHITTY WRITING ALL AROUND. And I usually find at least ONE thing to defend, because I do try to stay positive, too. I’m sorta notorious for it.

But consider:

HOW MANY REMINDERS HAVE SAM AND DEAN HAD ALL SEASON THAT THE BUNKER WAS NOT SAFE FROM THE MOL?

  • Toni let herself in in 11.23 AND SHOT SAM AND BANISHED CAS
  • Ketch showed up there in 12.14
  • Mick let himself in in 12.17

And even after Mick told them IN ACTUAL WORDS That every MoL safehouse around the world used the same key, and there were theoretically hundreds of them floating around out there… WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T THEY CHANGE THE LOCKS?!

WHY DID THEY KEEP GOING BACK THERE WHEN THEY KNEW THE PLACE WAS NOT SECURE?!

WHY DID THEY TAKE TONI BACK THERE AFTER GOING THROUGH ALL THAT TROUBLE TO KIDNAP HER?

EVEN AFTER THEY DISCOVERED A LISTENING DEVICE THERE?!

Like… Why didn’t they take her to some skeevy motel or something? What was the point of bringing her to the bunker?

Then one of the things Ketch did during their quick jaunt to trap Toni was to disable ALL the electric, water, and ventilation systems AND CHANGED THE FUCKING LOCKS.

Good job guys.

Obviously they weren’t expecting Mary to have been brainwashed and that kinda caught them wrong-footed in that respect, but SHEESH.

And Crowley… I mean, good for him jumping into the rat, but WHY THE FUCK DID HE EVER THINK HE COULD KEEP LUCIFER ON A LEASH IN THE FIRST DAMN PLACE?

AND WHY WOULD ANY OF US EVEN CARE?! I was happier when I thought Amara killed Luci back in 11.22. I’ve tolerated his presence in the narrative this season because there did seem to be a point to it, up through 12.07… but really. I just do not care about Lucifer.

Crowley working with the BMoL smacked of the deal he’d attempted to make with Dick Roman back in s7. I figure he’s the source of a lot of the BMoL’s actually GOOD intel, because in every other respect their intel has absolutely sucked.

Toni scored a hit on Mary with her description of John’s parenting of Sam and Dean tonight, and I assume that came from Crowley. He’s probably been slipping them tidbits from the Supernatural books here and there…

I’m having a hard time believing he’d have slipped the info about the Colt at Ramiel’s house to them, because he KNEW it would blow back directly on HIM if anyone bothered any of the princes of Hell… Seems like a risky move to send the BMoL after him and stir up that nest of hornets.

But at least Sam and Dean know the truth now, that the BMoL are wiping out hunters. That they killed Eileen, and all the rest.

BUT SHE DID NOT HAVE TO DIE.

Really, all Sam and Dean needed to hear were two things, and that would’ve been enough to convey the same level of upset:

  1. That Ketch killed Magda, as well as the soldiers in 12.09
  2. That Mary’s mission at Ramiel’s wasn’t just to hunt the demon, but TO STEAL THE COLT

That’s it. Just TELLING them both these two things (and honestly Sam already knew point 2, but it would’ve infuriated Dean) would’ve inspired the right level of outrage in each of them.

They showed us Mary brainwash-edly killing Random White Hunter Dude and FINE OKAY, but really Ketch and his hellhound could’ve picked ANY “hunter” to kill in the cold open and it would’ve served the same purpose.

The fact that it was a disabled female character pretty much universally beloved by the fandom who was a successful hunter and a friend to Sam (SERIOUSLY?! SAM MAKES ONE (1) DAMN FRIEND AND YOU HAVE TO KILL HER?!) even leaving out the wild rash of Saileen shipping and excitement that Sam might have something with her in canon someday, it’s just sickening to me.

Anyway, I’ve got a headache and I think I’m losing coherency. I think I’ve run through all my steam. 

anonymous asked:

*coughs up blood* p-parkour continuation, death by arahir's writing is how I wanna go... ur too good I love you omg.

yo here have some passably cute and anguished parkour

sheith parkour au part 3: matt falls into a romantic comedy by accident

[part 1] [part 2]


Dear Katie,

I’m disowning you.


Matt doesn’t talk to Shiro for a full twenty four hours. Not because he’s mad, but because he can’t look at Shiro without his bright eyes and his red face and Keith’s soft little Sir playing on loop in his mind.

It’s the like an intrusive thought, but instead of something innocuous like wanting to drop his phone off the side of the Garrison, he wants to jam his head against the wall until the memory is gone or he sustains permanent brain damage.

He’s about thirty seconds from giving in when the door to their room slams open—actually slams—and Shiro flings himself inside.

“Someone sent him flowers,” he moans in absolute agony. Shiro should be at lunch, far away from Matt, which means he actually hunted Matt down in their rooms to cry about this, which—

“Wait, what? Flowers?” Matt asks, because it rings a bell in the worst way.

“I knew this would happen,” Shiro mutters, not listening. “He’s got that hair and the legs and the accent…”

Keith has at least two of those things, but so do most people, and there’s no way two people at the Garrison have been bewitched by that hair. It’s not statistically possible. “How did they send him flowers all the way out here? How did you even find out?”

Shiro flops down on his bed and pulls his pillow over his face in a fair imitation of a distraught teen girl. “Iverson,” he says into the cloth, followed by something long and moaning that Matt can’t make out, which is probably for the best.

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Love is the bane of honour, the death of duty | The Dragonpit scene

This episode was the physical embodiment of this warning, now that I think about it. And yes! I’ve been repeatedly watching Jonerys scenes on near-loop since the episode came out because I’m in love and that killed my duty, so see, it works on multilevels 😂

When Aemon Targaryen had said this to Jon, I had thought it applied to Ygritte later, but it wasn’t it. Because with Ygritte, Jon always chose honor/duty, and though the choice wasn’t easy, he never sacrificed his duty for love (technically, he didn’t sacrifice honor for love too, he did it for duty). Of course, the lesson that Jon finally learned was that if anything can make someone forget their duty, it’s love, and no matter how honorable a man is, honor seems a small price to pay for the warmth of love. With Ygritte, though he came close, he never forgot his duty because as I’ve said numerous times, that wasn’t a choice. Be with Ygritte and let the entire Night’s Watch, countless innocents, his family and who knows who else just die? Come on, we all knew that was so not happening. But with Dany… Here is where it gets trickier and I loved how the episode set up the honor vs love clash we can expect next season.

So, the first scene (after Dany’s extra extra appearance 😂) is when Jon publicly pledges himself to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.

Oh wait, do you hear that? The sound of complete utter silence? That’s the sound of all the antis who were loudly clamouring about how Jon is playing Dany. And that whirring sound is their brains switching to a really high gear as they desperately try to ‘reach’ for a new explanation other than Jon being in love with Dany. Funny isn’t it, how one section of the antis is completely okay with butchering his character which is literally a symbol of honesty and honor and staying true to his word. Cersei’s deliberate ‘Ned Stark’s son’ was a reminder that Jon stands for not just honor in the narrative but duty, and unnecessary cruel treachery is by no means part of that code of honor and duty; but to part of the Jonsa Fandom what matters is that he shack up with Sansa even if it be the biggest OOC action ever for him, while the other section, of course, is happy to pile hate on him because he loves someone they don’t and are now loudly proclaiming how he isn’t even good enough for Sansa anymore. Like really? Dislike a ship all you want, but in this house, we do not tolerate any disrespect of the purest of all puppies Jon Snow, and we defend his honor and will continue to do so to best of our abilities.

So anyway this scene, Cersei makes a very reasonable offer in exchange for the truce, [and of course we now know that all she was trying to do was deal with her enemies one by one by dividing them (classic Cersei)], and listen no one, not one person, even considers that Jon will turn her down, not even Daenerys!

In that moment, everyone believed that they had succeeded and it was a done deal and let’s all pack up and go home. This scene simply smashed any theories of Jon playing Dany (like any reasonable person thought he was? 🙄) Why do I say that?

Every person, most notably on Team Dragonstone looked various states of surprised/shocked when he announced his allegiance to Daenerys, not just because it was a foolish thing to do, but because none of them were aware of it happening! Dany hadn’t informed any of them about what had happened between them on the boat, which is definitely odd because if the King in the North has submitted to you, shouldn’t you inform at least your Hand about it? But she didn’t do it. Why?

Because she did not take his submission seriously. Say what you will about Dany, but she knew that his swearing allegiance to her could stem in part from an overwhelming feeling of gratitude (and possibly the other overwhelming feeling of love? 😂) and she respected him enough to give him the chance to declare his submission to her in his own time and way, without pushing him into a corner where he would have no other option but to back her. She wanted his allegiance to come of his own free will, and that, ladies and gentlemen, made me love her like crazy. It was almost like giving him a way out, because she didn’t even tell Tyrion what had happened between them, and that’s interesting because it only emphasizes how much she trusts Jon and trusts that he will be true to his word.

And Jon, oh Jon! 💖😍 If Daenerys has come far from her first meeting, he has too. If this same offer had been made before he met Dany, he would obviously have accepted it because his priority was the White Walker threat, the Northern independence and the staying as far as possible from Southern politics. This offer was literally everything he had wanted at the beginning, all neatly wrapped up and handed to him on a platter, which is why everyone expected him to accept it. Because there is no reason to refuse! Right? Right?? Now I kept saying all along that Jon wasn’t playing Dany, he couldn’t possibly be doing that because his actions are not that of a player. And no moment more strongly proves my point than this one. The ‘undercover lover’ theory could have worked if Jon had agreed to the truce. He wouldn’t even have needed to justify it to Dany or anyone else, and if he did, all he had to say was that of course he’s still loyal to her, but she doesn’t need the North as much as she needs a truce with Cersei, and she would have agreed. Like seriously, it was such a neat solution. Jon would have gotten everything he wanted without having to give anything in return, Dany wouldn’t have doubted Jon’s loyalty and would have still helped him defeat the Night King without assuming that he’s fallen in love with her (which is what she’s probably been trying to convince herself about anyway after the intense hand holding, that it was a spur of the moment thing and ’Jon Snow isn’t actually in love me and the longing stares were just him being hopeful for a successful military alliance!‘😂), and of course, the antis would have had a field day because if Jon was truly in love with Daenerys, then why didn’t he publicly stand up for her in the pit? And what did our precious puppy decide to do? What he does best! Make a stand because it is the honorable thing to do, and also because there is no way he’s not going to help Daenerys take down Cersei at a time when she will need all the help she can get! It’s honor born out of love! And my Jonerys heart has never danced such a gig as it did in that moment. Because in this scene, Jon not only does the honorable thing, but he also reveals that his feelings for Dany go beyond political alliances, or the crass 'use her for her dragons’ theory.

And this scene was yet another iconic moment in their relationship, when Dany - whose sole focus was winning the Iron Throne - is now giving much more importance to Jon’s original goal, and Jon - whose sole focus was defeating the White Walkers - is now giving more importance to Dany’s original goal. The dynamic is so beautiful because they haven’t just fallen in love with each other, no, they have come to understand the other’s viewpoint, they have come to know, respect and admire the other person and value their goals and give them the importance they deserve. Because if defeating the White Walkers is important to save humanity, so is defeating Cersei, who has shown time and again that all she truly cares about is her immediate family, completely disregarding the realm, unlike both Jon and Dany. Their relationship is so complex, so balanced, so beautiful. It’s not just as simple as ’ice and fire’ by any means. And this scene brought out their relationship dynamic extremely well.

So this tiny sliver of a moment between Cersei’s offer and Jon’s rejection gave me intense Jonerys feels because Dany’s trust in Jon is so unwaveringly strong that she expected, wanted even, him to agree to Cersei’s condition. Which is a glorious way to show how far she’s come from her initial stance of ’bend the knee’. Dany has realized the importance of the Northern threat and when she pledged to destroy the Night King in return for nothing, she meant it. How do I know that? Because she was willing to let Jon remain neutral ’for the greater good’. See, this is why I love Dany. The White Walkers are a threat to the entire realm, and Dany is dedicating all her forces towards their destruction, that is after losing already having lost a dragon. She could have gone the Cersei way of letting the world burn as long as it didn’t affect her, but she didn’t. [A lot of antis make her sound like a tyrant and I’m just so done, but that’s another post. This one is strictly 💖Jonerys💖]. She is actively contributing and asking for nothing in return. Cersei, on the other hand, is only being asked to not make Daenerys fight on two fronts. Dany could very well have demanded Jon Snow’s help in return later, and it would only have been fair. But she didn’t. Even knowing that after fighting the White Walkers, her forces will be heavily depleted and facing Cersei will be more difficult, Dany still does not expect/want Jon to help her. If that isn’t reason enough for Jon to support her, I don’t know what is. Antis claiming that she’s an entitled selfish supremist??? Antis claiming that Jon has zero reason to like/admire her??? When she’s thinking exactly the way Jon wanted her to, realizing the importance of the White Walkers threat and not demanding anything in return. My Jonerys heart melted at this scene! 😭💖

And of course, Dany’s face was priceless!

She was so torn between ’oh you idiot, now you’ve done it’ and ’my God, I love this man’. The perfect mixture of exasperation and admiration was so perfectly pulled off! Because of course she had wanted him to agree, that was the logical thing to do. But then he didn’t, and her face is like.. Yeah, no wonder I love him. Because this is part of who Jon Snow is, and part of the reason we adore him so much. Lies and deceit don’t come easy to him, this man doesn’t lie unless he absolutely has to, unless he has no other choice, and even then it’s not easy, and that makes him the hero we all love.

Another thing I found super interesting about this scene is Jon’s choice of words, but that’ll be a whole other post.

Also, I love how their ‘together’ness is echoed in everything. They will defeat the White Walker ‘together’ and then fight to overthrow Cersei ‘together’.

*jonerys feels intensify*

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a/n: Leggy drabble, while the leggy mood in me is still going
summary: Winter’s ball, Angelica and Eliza are making their moves. Peggy finds herself on her own but not alone. Musical-canon time.
w/c:3100


“Margarita!…Oh where is that lazy lil…” Hard heels banged against the wooden steps of the brick face home. An aunt housing three beautiful, single young ladies in hopes to help them or let her stubborn brother make miserable misses out of the Schuyler girls. “Angelica, where is your sister?”

 “Peggy?” Angelica tapped her finger for a moment, “depends, have you checked the kitchen? She could be washing the pots…”

 “The po—she is most definitely not…” The elderly woman turned up her wrinkled frown and huffed. “If she’s not in this home in the next hour, the only ball she’ll be seeing is the ball of my heel while she scrubs my feet.” The grumpy aunt turned and bounded back down the stairs towards the kitchen. Careful not to trip or over work her tired knees. Angelica slowly exchanged glances with Eliza, both woman dressed and perfumed for the night. Both of them knew what this night could be, they could be staring into the eyes of their future. It highly depending on this winter ball going as according to plan, if only one of them had taken this a touch more…seriously.

 “Angelica…” Eliza quickly whispered to her sister’s side just in case the old auntie of theirs was still listening by the stairwell. “Peggy isn’t in her room and I highly doubt she’s doing any such chore at the moment” Concern laced her soft melodic notes, Angelica shrugged a little.

“I did nothing but by her time…” That was all anyone could do for Peggy. The third sister, the youngest, the one who had more liberties than most because the weight of reality did not touch her. Not to mention if it was their father’s choice they would all be man-less women living under his roof for the rest of his days. “…Get her ready, I’ll stall auntie” Angelica fluffed up her hair for a moment and called out. “Auntie, will you tell me how was it you managed to entice your husband? I do wish to get some pointers.” Angelica rolled her eyes and bounded down the stairs.

Between both girls, Peggy’s adventuring was put on the backburner of their minds. Sure a summer ago she was wry about being in the city. She heeded all of father’s warnings but now? Now the city was filled with so much wonder and newness. She walked around the outside of the home having taken a stroll in the chilly air by heel. “It will snow…” She bit her lip containing a small giggle. “How romantic.”  She scampered back inside, through the backdoor. She shimmied her way to the kitchen where her aunt was talking to Angelica, their backs to her. Angelica eyed Peggy and motioned for her to get upstairs while she laughed right on cue to one of her aunt’s words. With hast, Peggy started tiptoeing up the stairs, all the while her eyes behind her in case she was caught. She would hate to have her wrists smacked for leaving again; surely their aunt had planned to make a hole in her joints from how many times she would slap Peggy’s wrists for misbehavior. By the time she got to the top, a pair of hands grabbed her and yanked her into the bedroom. “Eliza!”

“Shh, be thankful Angelica has a way with words or else those delicate knuckles of yours would be…” she glanced down at Peggy’s hands, they were pale, nearly blue. “…how long were you outside for Peggy?”Eliza’s motherly worries began to shine. “Never mind, there is a bucket with some warm water, warm your hands while I get your dress.”

“Dress?” Peggy watched as Eliza threw open a wardrobe and pulled out a yellow dress with quarter sleeves and long lace trim, a dress her father got for her from one of the few French ships that snuck past the English navy. “Where are we going?”

Eliza stopped in her tracks and arched an eyebrow, “You really weren’t listening last night? Angelica got invited to a Winter’s…ball by some New York rebels staying the week, auntie thinks it’s high time Ange finds herself a husband.”

“HA.”

“And we are to escort her.”

“I repeat, HA.” Peggy snorted a bit but there was no laughter from Eliza. “Angelica isn’t going to marry some rebel! None of us will, daddy won’t approve…he never approves.”

“If there is any of us that has a chance its Angelica.” Eliza muttered smoothing out the dress as she laid it on the bed. “She is smart, educated, mature, demure, and stops heads of men who are miles away in their carriages. If anyone is going to convince daddy…”

“Daddy never approves…” she pouted a little, “no use getting our hopes up right?”

“Right. Now get dressed, our carriage is coming in an hour!”

Peggy stared at the dress as Eliza left to tell their aunt Peggy was in the midst of getting dressed. Her eyes looked over the summery yellow then turned to the small circular window and smiled. “Its most definitely going to snow.”

The carriage bumped along the cold cobblestone streets downwards the grand hall were various horses and music could be heard from blocks away. “My bun is too tight…” Peggy shifted uncomfortably against the very edge of the riding bench.

“Oh Angelica, look, so many horses are parked up there …do you hear the music?” Eliza beamed, almost forgetting this night was not for her. She stuck her head out some more into the night hair and squealed. “So excited, I haven’t danced in ages!”

“I think one of you laced my corset too tight too, I feel like my ribs are breaking” Peggy shifted again, this time her body was thrown up with a particularly hard bump in the rode and the top of her head met the carriage ceiling. “owowowow”

“Peggy stop messing around.” Eliza whispered, leaning back towards the window. Peggy stuck her tongue out at Eliza, slowly meeting Angelica’s judgmental stare. She retracted her tongue and pouted as she looked out her window and watched as the gray clouds gathered along the bleak sky. Their carriage parked itself by the sidewalk leading up the hall. The footman came around and helped the three ladies out and reminded them they had strict instructions to be out in four hours.

Peggy groaned slouching as they walked towards the Hall. Suddenly she felt an arm go around her shoulders and give her a squeeze. “Angelica—“

“Your bun is fine, your corset is hardly tight you can’t even see your bosom.” She smirked, “and you’ll have fun.” She read her youngest sister like a book. “Forget about what Eliza told you, don’t worry about me or what I am intended to do. Have…fun, Pegs” She kissed the top of Peggy’s head and fluffed up the small bun that held only half of her volumes hair. The other half was left loose in thick, cascading curls.

The three girls entered the warm hall; already the smell of ale and the music filled their senses immediately. Just as fast as the men standing around the entrance became aware the Schuyler sisters had graced their ball for the night.

“Keep your wits ahead of you girls, the men here are hungry rebels who will not think twice in taking some poor girl to the barn out back.”  Angelica smirked knowingly. 

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anonymous asked:

more terrible two headcanons? or a fic? thanks 💓💓 love them

Whoo!! Second request(Why am i this pumped?)



Alright, so i decided to go with headcanons since it is much easier on me right now(also I’m very insecure of my writing skills lol  i hope you don’t mind)might do a fic later if i work up the courage-

Bruce:

  • Like i said before, this man loves his little girl.
  • Sometimes though you give him too many heart attacks.
  • “waIT NO SWEETIE THAT’S DANGEROUS THE BATARANGS ARE NOT TOYS”
  • It’s very hard for him to scold you sometimes.
  • Alfred has to step up a lot.
  • I still think Alfred is a champ.
  • He cried when you said Damian’s name first. Not because he was the first, but because you said your first word.
  • Cue smug ass Damian.
  • He was the one to teach you to walk and my god was he the happiest man alive.
  • Whenever you get hurt around him he picks you up and spins you around in a weird kind of dance to make you laugh again.


BONUS ROUND!!SELINA KYLE:

  • What is this tiny thing?
  • Selina dear that’s a baby.
  • Oh.
  • Can I just say I ship Selina and Bruce really hard??
  • She sometimes stops by the manor and plays with you while you’re in your crib.
  • Honestly? She sees you as a daughter.
  • She’s actually very motherly despite what everyone might think.
  • You thought Damian was responsible for the cats? Nope.
  • She also loves to steal some nice jewelry for you.
  • Selinashe’stwowhatareyoudoing.
  • “kitty!”
  • “No darling, it’s Selina~”
  • “Kitty!!”
  • cue an exasperated sigh followed by a chuckle. 
  • “Kitty it is then.”
  • “Daddy! Kitty!”
  • When you point to the window and he sees nothing he’s thoroughly confused.

Dick:

  • AH
  • My sunshine boy-
  • “Who wants icecream?!”
  • Dick that’s the 3rd time this week honey
  • Poor Alfred needs a break.
  • When he’s doing his acrobatic exercises, he lets you hang onto him.
  • Of course he makes sure you’re safe though.
  • Always has an arm wrapped around you too.
  • If at any point you utter a cry while he’s swinging from the ropes, he’ll stop immediately.
  • Does not like when the little bat cries. Nope.
  • No one likes when you cry.
  • They only wanna see you happy okay and these people may be broken but they still love you and are the best family and I’m rambling so imma just stop-
  • “Dick!”
  • “Where on earth did you learn that word missy?!?!”
  • “…”
  • “Oh…oH That’s my name”

Jason:

  • No sweetie only I can play with guns.
  • Probably give you a nerf gun for your birthday.
  • Cue nerf gun wars.
  • And somehow two year old you wins every single one of them??
  • It’s definitely because Alfred helped you.
  • Or maybe just natural skill??
  • “Roy goddamnit put your arrows away!!”
  • “damn it!”
  • “Sweetie no that’s a bad word! See what you did Roy?! I will literally put a bullet through you”
  • Honestly his whole team thinks it’s adorable how much he loves you.
  • Honestly probably the brother to let you put flower clips in his hair and then glare at anyone who looks at them weirdly.

Tim:

  • “Sweetie I’m working”
  • “Sleep!”
  • “But I’m working-”
  • “Sleep!”
  • Yes, you, the two year old energetic child can actually get sleep-deprived Tim to…well sleep.
  • He just can’t actually say no to you?
  • His team definitely appreciate it.
  • And omg did his dark circles lighten up?!
  • After the one incident of you almost drinking his caffeine death beverage, he made sure to put his drinks in higher places.
  • “Tim God damn it! Your coffee!!”
  • “what? But i put it on the- Jesus Christ who let her climb on top of the cabinets?!?”
  • Accurate depiction of me as a toddler-(no seriously, my first coffee was a triple shot white chocolate mocha with whip cream and caramel drizzle. i was one and it was my mothers)

Damian:

  • Still smug at the fact you said his name first.
  • He carries you everywhere on patrol.
  • “father I do not see the problem. I am more than capable of keeping her safe.”
  • Yes but Dami sweetie what if something happens-
  • You’re giving your old man a heart attack
  • Honestly you’re probably the best strategy he can bring?
  • “Time to die Boy wonder!! Wait is that a child?”
  • “Scum!”
  • cue the confusion of many thugs and the upper advantage of Damian.
  • And cue everyone else yelling because omg you just said scum-
  • Shows you off to Jon.
  • And every other teammate.
  • Since he regrettably can’t give you a real sword, he opts for a foam sword.
  • Cue little you smacking everyone playfully.
  • Everyone falls to the floor dramatically too.
  • One time you didn’t mean to hit Bruce and he fell to the floor and you poked his cheek and he wouldn’t wake up so you started crying.
  • Cue immediate guilt and panic from Bruce.
  • “No no no sweetie I’m okay. See? Daddy’s okay”
  • Damian recording in the background.
  • Damian is the only one who won’t drop dead when you hit him.
  • So of course, you consider him the greatest foe.
  • Cue smug Damian yet again.

Duke:

  • My god is he the only sane one?
  • He never takes you on patrol
  • Makes sure you are safe in your crib too.
  • He likes to takes you to sports games.
  • The only sports i watch is soccer so forgive me but I can’t add much details-
  • he makes sure you don’t eat your hamburgers with a fork and knife.
  • My poor baby’s soul was probably traumatized when he saw Bruce eat with a fork and knife.
  • I know I’d be traumatized.
  • I personally thinks he has lots of sweater with cute messages.
  • They’re all cheesy af too.
  • He does carry you on his shoulder a lot.
  • Also attends every damn tea party you host.
  • He literally does not care what others think.
  • Best big brother tbh.
EXO | When Their GF is Shipped With Another Member

Anonymous said:

Can you please do the request “When Their GF is Shipped With Another Member” for EXO? thanks<3


Preface:
You work at SM and after your relationship was outed they were asked questions about you and after that because of how they described you or what questions they had answered or even your clothing style in pictures when you had been caught together out and about fans had began to ship you when another member *Yes the same preface for the Got7 one*

Xiumin/Minseok:
Recently after the interview where Minseok was asked about you people had been starting to ship you with Jongdae; and though he wasn’t really one to get jealous…annoyance would start to arise.

“Yeah…hi guys, remember me? Y/N is dating me not him.”

Originally posted by mminseok

Suho/Junmyeon:
“OOOOOOOOOH THIS IS NOT WORKING FOR ME.”

Though he probably wouldn’t be completely concerned by the fact that you were being shipped with Sehun after a while of hashtags and even fan art of you two he would begin to let the stress get to him.

“Are you okay?” you questioned.

“My brain is going to explode with all these…OH MY GOD WHO WROTE A SMUT FANFIC OF YOU TWO?”

Originally posted by yehet-a-kookie

Lay/Yixing:
“What’s with the face?” you questioned as you saw Yixing making faces at his phone.

“The fans found your Instagram and they’ve been commenting on the photos that you’re makeup is always…’on fleek’,” he replied.

“So why are you making a face like you smelled something horrible?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Because they’re also saying that you should date someone fashionably fierce like Tao….I can be fierce to,” he said before trying to be a fierce face.

“So fierce honey….so fierce.”

Originally posted by getlayd

Baekhyun:
He’s most likely to make a joke out of the whole situation when you start getting shipped with Jongin.

“Hey Y/N, here comes your boyfriend,” Baek joked, as Jongin walked into the living room of the dorm.

“It’s not that funny, Baek….” you said.

“It kinda is actually,” he said, “Look…look…look at this photoshopped picture.”

Originally posted by tipannies

Chen/Jongdae:
Jongdae is also likely to make jokes to try and lighten the mood of the situation. “Well at least it’s Minseok….”

“What do you mean ‘at least it’s Minseok’?” you questioned.

“He’s the only acceptable choice for you to be shipped with besides me…anyone else and I might have to start questioning people.”

Originally posted by iyeolie

Chanyeol:
This cinnamon bun might get a little self conscious at the fact that you were being shipped with Kris. He might start internally questioning why the fans might think you two would look better together and start to over think the situation.

“Channie, I got food, are you hungry?” you asked, walking into your apartment only to receive no response, “Channie?”

“Hmm?” he questioned, staring at his phone with a pained look on his face.

“Would you give me that,” you said as you took his phone away from him, “Now you listen to me Park Chanyeol, I don’t care what the fans say…the only man I love and have ever truly loved is you and no fan based shipping is going to change that, got it?”

He looked at you a small frown still on his face. “I love you too…and I got it.”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

D.O.:
He was actually trying to answer fan questions on live TV when he first saw anything about you being shipped with Yixing. “D.O. what do you think about the recent outbreak of hashtags #Y/N&Lay?”

He froze, the smile disappearing from his face. What did he think about it? He didn’t know what to think about it, this was the first time he was actually hearing about it. But he was definitely going to be doing some digging later.

“I find it rather amusing actually….” he started, trying to come up with a lie.

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Kai/Jongin:
“They shipped you with Luhan?” Jongin questioned, when you warned him that after his interview the fans had let their imaginations run wild.

“Yeah…for some reason they think I would look good with Luhan and I just wanted to warn you that-” 

“This is not…that…no….you would not look good with Luhan,” he said, giving a disgusted look.

Even the squad disagrees with the ship

Originally posted by sehunsyixing

Sehun:
“What??” he questioned.

“Did you know that I was shipped with Baek?” you questioned.

“You most certainly are not shipped with him,” he said before taking your phone from your hands, “Let me see that….#Y/N&Baekhyun, what in the world? Seriously, someone came up with fan art in less than five hours?”

“Can I have my phone back?” you questioned.

“Someone just tweeted that they found your instagram and you have ‘amazingly cute photos of you and the other members of EXO at the beach SQUEAL you should see her and Baek.’“

“Would you give me my phone,” you said snatching it back, “At least they don’t have access to my private photos.”

“You kept those?” he questioned.

“Of course…I have my own ship to worry about.”

Originally posted by chensoomyun

Luhan:
He would probably find the whole thing of you being shipped with Suho weird and he would try and over think it. “But he’s like the mom of the group….how does that even happen when I’m me…”

“It’s just the fans being the fans,” you replied.

“But….” he started.

“Let it go Luhan.”

Originally posted by parkchny

Kris:
If you were shipped with anyone but him he would probably be annoyed about it and you would hear about it. “I go on TV, they ask about the person I’ve been seen with, I tell them that it’s my girlfriend and we’ve been dating for a year and we’re in a happy and stable relationship and next thing I know she’s being shipped with half the members.”

“Are you still-”

“Like how in the world did you manage to get shipped with Tao????” he questioned.

“Hard work and perseverance,” you said, starting to get annoyed that you were going to be late to dinner due to his griping.

“…………….Now I can understand you getting shipped with Sehun with your sassy ass….”

“Oh my god, can we go to dinner!”

Originally posted by yourejustmystylee

Tao: 

Seeing or hearing about the fact that you were shipped with Chanyeol would probably annoy him because he would’ve have talked about how close you two were in the recent interview.

“I don’t really know how to express my potato….” he said after reading the comments on twitter.

“Um…babe I think you meant-”

“I know what I meant and I meant what I said!”

Originally posted by stopdropandfeels

xxEXO-Masterlistxx

The AnitVirus (Virus continued)

The Anit-Virus


***RECOVERED AUDIO RECORDINGS***

***ALL SUCH FILES ARE TO BE LISTEND AS BLACKWATCH***

***NO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONEL MAY VIEW***

*** UNAUTHORIZED PERSONAL VIEWING WILL BE SUBJECT TO TERMINATION***


*Unknown scientist:

Since the development of the transwarpgate we have often theorized that the distance that we can send objects through may be infinite (We are still trying to figure out why living matter cannot go)

It may be possible to modify our current gates into a far larger one so that instead of connecting two gates we use one as a massive cannon. In theory at least (we have yet to do the maths) we can teleport objects into other galaxy’s.  


*Unknown scientist

The mega transwarpgate is finished and finally, it’s taken nearly 200 cycles and most of that was to get funding, the last bit of funding was redirected to the military after the Dewq uprising. Pesty insects interfering with our work.


*Scientist Bequtoni- Believed to be the successor of previous scientist.

The first test run of the Gate was….conflicting. What was sent was a probe that would send back data on the planets in the target system but it seems to have crashed on a planet, it sent only a few seconds of imagery and information saying the planet was a dead one then cut out. We might have to adjust the targeting array.


*Scientist Bequtoni log No. N/A

After a lot of trial and error tests we have successfully launched a probe into our neighbouring galaxy and the results are fascinating. Much like our galaxy the planets formed in a variety of ways but usually within a similar pattern. Only a very few were truly unique but that was not the best part. Life! Sentient life was in that galaxy and it was advanced or at least enough to roam the stars. We had our probes cloaked from view and their primitive sensors so we can observe them without interfering with their development. Such a unique insight to the development of our neighbouring galaxy.


*Scientist Popilon Log No.90

Something is wrong within our neighbouring galaxy, they formed into a coalition some three hundred standard Pholian years ago and have enjoyed relative peace but suddenly they are arming themselves and amassing huge fleets. Having watched these races all our lives we feel a sense of connection tot hem even if they do not even know we exist. Many of us are considering making contact but the Lords will not hear of it, they deem it a matter beneath our attention and our only mission is to observe. Many of us do not agree but we cannot defy the Lords.  


*Scientist Kogfirm Log 23

Our neighbours are at war on a galactic scale, using the information wee have gathered they seem to originate from the world where our first probe crashed, are we responsible for this? I hope not because whoever it is that our neighbours are fighting are spreading like a virus, even when our race conquered our galaxy we did not spread so quick..


*Unknown Military Officer

Because of our cloaked probes we can get detailed scans of this virus like aliens that are scorching their own galaxy, we have only limited scans of their actual bodies but their ships seem…alive. Our scientist say they are a combination of organic components and non organic components. One of their conquered planets we observed them growing a whole fleet in only a few weeks. We have classified these files should anyone get hold of them, if the subjugated races find them and start learning how to grow ships the whole empire would collapse.


*Unknown Biologist

We have gotten our first deep scans of these virus aliens and what we found was both terrifying and fascinating. Their entire body is full of mirco organisms and bacteria and even some parasites that are more symbiotic in nature to them, their touch is also deadly. We observed the transformation they wrought on a world just by simply being their, the soil died and the air became unbreathable to any but them. In a sense they are terraforming organisms. Their life spans are not long and it seems they are unaware of the carnage they are bringing to the galaxy. In the time it takes for them to take over a star system and move to the next many generations have passed. Whereas the other races of the galaxy have incredibly long lifespans and perceive time differently, the passage of months to them would be many years to the virus. Luckily they are not so advanced as to detect our probes, I shudder to think what they would do with such technology.  


*Unknown (possible scientist or military officer)

The last days of the coalition is upon them, they have fallen back to a single star system and are fortifying their position, we have begged the Lords to let us send aid but they simply say it would be pointless now. We watched as the virus arrived and began slaughtering them, it was heartbreaking to see an end of an era but it filled me with pride to see they did not back down and fought to the last even if the battle was brief. Many are talking about retiring the project as there is nothing left to observe, that whole galaxy is now dead and it is likely nothing will ever live there again. Not while the virus is there. I can only hope that they consume and destroy themselves.


*Gefensew (civilian star gazer)

Ever since the story of our neighbouring galaxy and their struggles became public I have been fascinated by them, I find myself steering my scope towards that part of the universe in a hope I’ll catch a glimpse of one of their ships. In fact I may have found something else, a star that I charted has gone. It did not go supernova as it was not due to do so for man many more millennia. Since I saw this I have noticed other stars going dark, what is going on there?


*Scientist Veonp

The funding for our galaxy observation may have been cut to the bare essentials and now only a handful of the probes are working since we don’t send new ones to replace the ones we loose we are just waiting for them to go offline too. There is not anything to observe anyway, the virus just keeps swarming and swarming to every single planet or moon they can find. They will probably soon just consume themselves. That was until we witnessed something we have always thought impossible. It was a mega structure that covered an entire sun, at first we weren’t sure what it was for but that soon changed. The suns light…went out. Just…gone. Has their hunger grown so much that they are resorting to consuming suns? How did they even do it? None of us can figure it out and only give random hypothesis. It seems our funding may go up.


*Unknown scientist.

We have launched a further 5000 probes into the galaxy, many failed to transmit but those that did are all telling the same story. The virus is consuming the suns of all the star systems and at an increasing rate. We calculate that in as little time as one of our centuries there will be no stars left.


*Unknown scientist.

There are no stars left, the galaxy has gone dark and can no longer be seen in the night sky on any planet. That galaxy’s tale has finally and truly come to an end. As resilient as the virus was there is no way they can survive, nothing logically can. Even if they could, where would they go?



*Final transmission from outpost 6529 (believed to roughly some millennia later)

“Unknown vessels transmit your identification codes”

Inaudible

“Say again, transmit your identification codes”

Still Inaudible but louder

“Hold your position until while we scan your ships”

Screeching sound

***Transmission ends***



*Audio recordings of patrol fleet 183.987 investigating the situation from outpost 6529

“This is Admiral Oeal of the Pholion Empire please identify yourself”

“……..”

“You are trespassing in Pholian space identify yourself or we will open fire”

“…….Hungry”

“Say again”

**Log ends***


*Audio recording from the Pholian Empire’s Council of Lords.

Lord 1: “Are you seriously asking us to believe that a space faring race that consumed a galaxy has crossed the vast void without the use of a gate and is now entering our galaxy?”

Scientist: “The evidence shows that is the case, these ships bare the same markings and designs as the virus”

Lord 2: “Impossible, these ships are obviously just another space faring race that has remained hidden and are now looking to expand their boarders”

Lord 3: “What if it is true though, I would be happier if we sent the Scourge fleet just in case”

Lord 2: “That fleet is only used to wipe out stubbornly rebellious systems, not to calm your worries old man”

Scientist: “With respect my Lords, the evidence is rather overwhelming and if we do not act now and eliminate them now they will breed and spread”

Lord 2: “You speak above your caste, the military shall decide on what cause of action to take”

Military officer: “This incursion into our space is simply a rebellion that has some backing from an unknown source. I will personally go and break them to show the might of Pholian Empire”

**Applause**

Lord 1: Then go, destroy these rebels and make sure all remember to fear the Pholian Empire once more”


**The fleet enters the Virus’s system and disappears from then on all Virus controlled sectors are referred to as Dead Sectors**  


*Council of Lords Audio recording (Roughly one Pholian Century since the Virus’s arrival)

Lord 1: “What did you say!?”

Scientist 1: “We believe more fleets of the Virus have made two more incursions into our galaxy”

Lord 2: “How did they break the containment?!”

Scientist 2: “We believe these are separate hive fleets, the same race as the first hive fleet but not connected to them”

Lord 3: “We are barley containing the first hive fleet how are we going to face two more? Even the Scourge fleets can’t defeat them and their planet sized Hive ships”

Scientist 1: “Well…we do have an idea”

Lord 2: “Speak”

Scientist 1: “We have been studying the remains of the Virus and we believe we can produce an Anti virus if you will”

Lord 1: “What do you mean?”

Scientist 2: “It is the same way we treat virus’s within our bodies, we copy their genetic structure then program them to search out their own kind and destroy it thus curing the patient”

Lord 3: “Are you saying you want to clone these things?”

Scientists 2 “Yes and condition them to seek out and destroy the Virus which they would see as another species”

***Silence as the Lords speak amongst themselves***

Lord 1: “Since we do not have any immediate alternative you may proceed”

Scientist 1 “We will need a planet to birth and breed the clones”

Lord 2: “You will have it”


***Clones of the Virus as birthed quickly and placed on a planet to grow at their own pace with technology slowly introduced till they give the AnitVirus a small Virus ship and they soon begin building their own. These AntiVirus’s have an artificial gene that when activated by the Pholians will make them seek out the Virus and destroy them. By the time the Clones are deemed ready 20% of the galaxy is now considered Dark Sector. The gene is activated and the AnitVirus’s head in the direction of the Dark Sector. Cloaked probes monitor the battles which seem to end in stalemate, this prompts the Lords to order the creation of more AntiVirus to take over from their current fleets who are loosing control of the containment areas of the first Virus fleet***


*Audio recording of Admiral Fewqol as he leaves to engage the Virus with his AntiVirus fleet, this is believed to have taken place some thirty Pholian years after the AntiVirus’s creation*

“This is Admiral Fewqol ready to lead an offensive into Dark Sectors”

“Good luck Admiral bring glory to the Pholian Empire once more”

“What’s left of it” (It is believed he turn off his com before saying this)

-Admiral’s fleet enters Virus held system-

“Ready the AntiVirus”

“All AntiVirus ships are green and ready to engage”

“Unleash them”

“Sending attack command now”

-Recovered data shows this system to be a heavily infested system and Admiral Fewqol has enough AntiVirus to match it-

“Virus ships inbound”

“Have the AntiVirus open fire now”

-Silence for approximately 6 seconds-

“Why are they not firing?”

“I don’t know sir I have sent the attack signal three times”

“Sir? I am getting a com signal from the Virus’s main Hive ship”

“So? All they send is screaming, ignore it”

“No sir, this is words, spoken in Pholian”

“…..Put it through”

“………….sickness……….slaves………..free…..will…..”

-Silence for 14.09 seconds-

“Sir…the AnitVirus ships are turning away from the Virus and locking weapons on us!”

“Get us out of-”


**All AntiVirus fleets suddenly turn on the Pholians, with no fleets available the Pholian Empire collapses, their homeworld is besieged but they do not fire but simply broadcast their screaming communication onto the planet. It is unsure how this caused the death of all 16 billion individuals**



***END OF RECOVERED AUDIO LOGS***

***FOR INFOMATION ON VIRUS BIOLOGY SEE FILE 2466***

***FOR INFOMATION ON VIRUS TECHNOLOGY SEE FILE 2467

***BOTH GALAXY X452 AND X453 HAVE GONE DARK AS ALL STARS HAVE BEEN CONSUMED AS WELL AS ALL PLANETS***

***GALAXY’S BOTH NOW LABELLED DEAD***

***CURRENT LOCATION OF VIRUS’S HIVE FLEETS***

***UNKNOWN***

Hey guys! I’ve gotten a lot of new followers lately, so I thought I’d do a little summary of what’s been going on my blog so far this year to update you all.

I’ve been unusually prolific, so I’ve got a lot of new Sterek fics up, including some old WIPs I updated this year.

So, without further ado, here’s the masterpost, as of early May 2017. Happy reading!! And let me know if you think a post like this for my older fics would be helpful as well.

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anonymous asked:

Same. Personally playing me: a made me incredibly nostalgic for Garrus. Jaal has to be one of the healthiest relationships in bioware history insomuch that it teaches how important communication is (for one). But ... man do I miss the cocky, dorky, Right Hand Man, Garrus "no Shepard without Vakarian" Vakarian

I cannot express to you how much I love Garrus Vakarian. Seriously. 

Garrus will always hold a very special place in my heart because the relationship that developed between him and my Talia Shepard took me completely by surprise and yet it felt incredibly natural. Like that is how her story was always meant to play out.

When I finished ME1, I remember thinking it was weird that there were players who wanted to romance Garrus. I had zero interest in that. Talia was closer to Garrus than anyone else on the Normandy (except Liara) - but he was like a brother to her. That would be strange on so many levels…. not to mention that I couldn’t quite wrap my head around how physical intimacy would even work with a human and a turian. Just… no. I didn’t want to hit that. 

But then ME2 comes along and I am so damn happy to see Garrus again and get him back on my ship and I’m feeling all the “just like old times” vibes and then he starts talking about reach and flexibility and I’m all kinds of confused because do I seriously want to flirt with Garrus now?! When the hell did that happen? And the more I did, the more I was completely won over - not only by his sense of humor and the fact that he is equal parts suave and awkward, but because his romance felt like a completely natural extension of their friendship. They bonded as fellow soldiers, fighting the same fight. They decided to “blow off steam” together as kind of a stepping stone to a less platonic relationship - dipping their toes into a romance they both wanted to explore without either one of them tying the other down. And then, in the very end, there’s no question that they love each other. There don’t need to be grand gestures or proclamations. They both probably knew it long before either one of them said anything. 

And then that god damn ending broke me.

Fucking bar.

Harry Hook x Reader || Fallen From Heaven

Requested by: Anonymous
Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a Harry x reader Harry: did it hurt? Reader: *rolls eyes* let me guess, when I fell from heaven? Harry: no Reader: then what? Harry: *grins* Did it hurt when you fell for me? and some fluff please and thank you ❤️❤️
Word Count: 1,423
AN: I loved writing this more than I probably should have, it was so fun. I love a bit of angst but it ended up fluffy as asked! I hope you enjoy!
Content Warnings: So much flirting, so many innuendos 

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What Now?

DEANxFem!ReaderXZico

Genre: Angst

Word Count:3416

Description: You and dean have been together for several years. He met you through a friend of his sometime after his career took off. You knew what his career would entail but you did’t know how cold he would become after it. What happens when you guys get in a fight and you both say things you probably shouldn’t? What will you do and where will you go? Read to find out. 

Inspired by: What Now By: Rihanna 

Originally posted by deantheofficial

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6 months

2 years. 2 years in a relationship with Nash, just to break up over text message because of the pictures of him and another girl. He was on tour and cheating on you.

You’ll admit, the first week, you laid in bed crying. You were heartbroken. He was your first true love, after pizza of course. But you were so hurt. He said he loved you, but his actions showed otherwise.

In the messages, he said it was an accident. A one time thing. She was just a fan and things just happened. He didn’t mean it. He loved you.

Lie after lie after lie.

The second week you were still upset, but you moved from your bed now. You found yourself mostly playing sad songs and drowning your pain in the bottom of a tub of ice cream. Not the healthiest way to cope, but you were doing okay.

The third week you were finally realizing that he didn’t deserve your tears. You saw his tweets, Instagram pictures, snapchat stories, he was out having the time of his life it seemed. He was out on dates with other girls already. Out partying with the guys. He was happy, so why weren’t you?

The forth week rolled around and you decided you were done. You finally got rid of that box of stuff you had of his under your bed. Your burned the love letters, threw away all the gifts he bought you, like the teddy bear from Valentine’s Day. The minion he won from a carnival game the night he took you on your 4th date. All of it. You were finally ready to move on.

Now, here you are, 6 months post break up, hanging out with your new boyfriend, Beau at his place.

You guys met at the gym (since drowning your sorrows in ice cream did nothing for your figure) a month after your breakup and really clicked. Granted he gave you all his lines that day, it was his sense of humor that made you agree to going out to lunch with him the next day, and well, the rest is history. That was 5 months ago though.

Now here you are, head over heels for the biggest goof you knew. He constantly made you laugh, and his brothers, Luke and Jai, same age as you, were suddenly your best friends. You spent at least 4 days out of the week with Beau, the other 3 you were just busy with work.

You were currently at Beau and the rest of the boys place in LA, cuddled up on his bed watching a movie. You couldn’t deny that you were tired. You were up early this morning for a photoshoot, and you didn’t get home until late last night.

You did some modeling, and you had to admit you did love it. You noticed how 3 months after your break up though, any picture you would post you saw Nash would like it. No big deal, since you did get like 200,000 some likes on a picture, but still.

And he would indirect you on twitter a lot. Or at least he has lately. He’s tweeted ‘don’t ever let go of someone who was once all about you’ and ‘my only regret was hurting you so much it made you leave.’ Of course there were several others, and people always tagged you in the tweets, but you paid no attention.

You were happy with Beau. He made you feel beautiful. Loved. Everything. You loved being around him. You honestly couldn’t even picture being with anyone else now. You wanted nothing more than to just be with Beau. Like, he was your happiness.

That night you didn’t have to work, and you didn’t have anything for the following morning, so as usual you stayed with the boys, a habit that seemed to be starting. You cooked them dinner, which they were grateful for, and then watched them play fifa. Jai and Luke versus Beau and Skip.

Around 11:30 you decided to head to bed, knowing those four would be up for hours. Beau did pause the game though to ‘tuck’ you into bed, which only led to you guys making out for like 15 minutes before Jai screamed from downstairs for Beau to ‘hurry up and finish’ since ‘everyone knows you can’t last that long anyway’

You stayed up though, watching a movie from bed, cuddling with Hamlet. You were watching the lion king, and you couldn’t help but snap a pic of you and Hamlet. I mean, who doesn’t love dogs, cuddles, and the Lion King? You posted the photo on twitter and Instagram and then locked your phone and then focused on the movie.

Nash was on twitter, and was guilty of having your tweet notifications on, along with you Instagram ones as well. He was over at the boys house, and they had just finished a game of hoops, everyone taking a break and checking their phones.

He had a notification of yours from twitter and Instagram. Checking twitter he saw it. The picture you had taken while over at Beaus. He immediately exited out and checked your Instagram post, only to see the same picture. He admits, it was a great pic of you. You looked great, even for it being 11:30 at night.

“another night with the actual love of my life Hamlet” and it had Beau fuckin Brooks tagged in the caption, and the picture itself.

“that’s the third fucking night in a row.” He mumbled, locking his phone. “the third fucking night in a row she’s spent at his house.”

“bro chill, they are dating, it’s not like she’s cheati- never mind.” Johnson spoke, catching himself from saying something terrible.

“like I don’t fucking know that. I know they’re fucking dating. Everyone fucking does. Who doesn’t know about the hottest model dating the Australian prankster. I mean, if you didn’t just go on any fucking site. Twitter, where her fans and his fans and half the other people in the world talk about how perfect they are. How much they ship them. Or even look at their profiles. They do nothing but fucking tweet about one another, tweet one another and fucking post pictures of them together all the damn time.” Nash went off. He was pissed. He didn’t like that you were this happy with someone that wasn’t him.

Because just a few months ago that was you guys. People were shipping you guys. You were tweeting about one another, tweeting pictures of each other, posting all kinds of pictures together, tweeting one another.

“bro, can’t you just be happy for her? I mean, don’t you want her to be happy?” Johnson, the man of wisdom spoke again. Everyone else just kinda put in their own little inputs, but Johnson was the only one to make you realize anything.

“Yeah I want her to be happy. But I want her to be happy with me. I want her to be posting pics of us, not her and someone else.”

“yeah, well you kinda ruined that didn’t you?” Johnson fired back. Everyone was shocked he said it because well, yeah everyone knew Nash cheated, but since it happened no one talked about it. Not that they were scared, but simply that it was just kinda understood. Everyone knew what went down, no need to discuss it

“Johnson.” Nash practically growled. Everyone could tell he was ready to punch Johnson for bringing it up.

“no Nash listen. You fucked up. Big time. You had a fucking dime, and to be honest with you, if it wasn’t for bro code, the second you two broke up I would’ve gone after her. I’m not gonna lie, I still talk to her, hang out with her. She’s great, and she loved you so much. But you fucking took her for granted and lost the best damn thing that ever came your way.” Johnson spit.

“you don’t think I know that? I know I messed up okay.”

“I know, but I still don’t think you get it. Yeah you messed up. You treated her like shit while you were on tour. Empty conversations, hardly ever talking to her. I think there was seriously like 2 weeks when you didn’t even bother to respond to her? But she fucking stuck by you. She way faithful as shit. And then you go and cheat on her? With a fan? You know they can’t keep their damn mouths shut. And after that breakup sure you were feeling great. Free. Nothing could stop you. Nothing was holding you back. Now here we are, 6 months later, she’s moved on, and now’s when you start caring. She’s your ex and all and you should want nothing but the best for her since you couldn’t give it to her.”

“I don’t need this.” Nash said, walking off inside, where he found Nate and Sammy drinking and smoking. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and started drinking, giving up on basketball and now all of the guys essentially just having a small party.

A bottle of vodka, and like half a blunt later Nash was just a mess. He excluded himself from everyone else inside laughing, having the time of their lives. He went outside, sitting on the edge of a cement wall. He scrolled through your guys’ old photos he still had on his phone. His thoughts eating him alive. He couldn’t stand this.

He missed you.

He missed making you laugh, the way your eyes would squint and your nose would scrunch up as you tipped your head back. He could no longer do that to you, he could no longer make you laugh. Now it was Beau who made you laugh. And that hurt him, so much. Your laugh was his favorite sound.

He missed the way you would cuddle up next to him. How you would throw your leg over his body and your arm across his chest and snuggle up real close to him. How you would nuzzle your head in his side. How perfect you and he fit together.

Or the way you would skip through the house, just humming or singing. His shirt draped over your body, and your little knee high socks, and nothing else. It was his favorite sight. He loved nothing more than trudging out of bed in the morning to find you in the kitchen singing. He loved walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck, telling you how great last night was. He cringed at the thought of Beau and you being the same way.

Then the thought of you and Beau being intimate in anyway. Doing anything sexual. He started to think about all the things you used to love in the bedroom. How you loved when he would pin you up against the wall. How rough he could get, but how he could slow it down, putting all his love into every deep thrust. How you would squirm when he kissed that spot, right below your ear. Or how you loved to suck him off before anything. The foreplay. How much you loved to be on top, or how you loved when he hit it from the back.

Thinking of you and Beau doing any of that together was enough to set him off. He had a new message open to you, he just didn’t have any idea what to say. His thoughts were all jumbled, and the alcohol gave him all the confidence he needed. No matter how sloppy his thoughts were one thing was clear. He missed you, and he wanted to let you know that.

To (y/n): I miss you.

And after he sent it, he waited. Messages still open. Hope of any contact from you started to fade as 15 minutes had passed and you still hadn’t even opened it. His thoughts started to come back, and he thought about how much he missed falling asleep next to you every night, and waking up with you every morning.

He was about to type another message but then he saw the little bubble pop up and eagerly awaited your response.

Beau had just came upstairs into his room to get ready for bed when you got a new message. Rarely ever getting a message at midnight, you were quite curious as to who it would be. The only person you ever talked to this late was either your best friend, or Beau. And since your best friend was out of state, in a different time zone for the week, you knew it wasn’t her, plus you guys only talked late when it was an emergency. And considering you were with Beau, it couldn’t be him.

“who’s that?” Beau asked, emerging from the bathroom in his boxers, a sight you quite enjoyed.

“no idea.” You replied, reaching over to the night table and checking your phone.

You unlocked your phone, only to see something you did not expect at all. A new message from the last person on earth you expected.

“it’s uh, it’s from Nash.” You said, shocked.

Beau climbed into bed, pulling you into him so you guys were spooning.

“like your ex Nash? What did he say?”

“yeah him. And he just said he missed me. I’m not even going to reply. I’m just going to go change my number in the morning.” I said, clicking out of my messages.

“no don’t. I know it’s not ideal, but I mean, you should text him back. You know, give him some closure or something.” Beau smiled.

“you’re not mad?”

“why would I be? I mean, I’ve got you now. Even though he fucked up, he still deserves some closure. Thing about it babe, this is the first you guys have talked in like 6 months.”

“okay. You’re the best. I love you.” You smiled, turning and kissing his lips lazily.

To Nash: It’s been 6 months Nash. I think you’re fine.

From Nash: I’m not fine. These past 6 months hae been hell. I miss you so muvh babt.

“he’s drunk.” You told Beau.

“drunk or not, he still has feeling babe. Just, let him say what he has to say. I know this is what you’ve wanted for months now.”

“what have I wanted?” you asked, confused. You didn’t want anything from Nash. You loved Beau now, so you were confused.

“you want answers, and now’s your chance to get some.”

To Nash: well, that’s not really my problem.

From Nash: I knoww. I mesaed up

To Nash: can I ask you something.

From Nash: of course.

To Nash: okay, firstly. Why’d you do it? Were you not happy with me? Cause if not, you should have broke up with me before.

From Nash: no. fuck no. I was happy with you. It’s just on tour I felt held back. Like everyone else was out having great times and I just felt like I couldn’t cause of yoi.

To Nash: you could have just talked to me, instead of ignoring me and then cheating on me.

From Nash: I know. Can I ask  you something.

To Nash: sure.

From Nash: are you happy? With bo ? nd evrithing else in oyur life?

To Nash: Beau* but yeah. I am happy with him. And my modeling is really taking off.

From Nash: I’m glad your work iz good. Bo is lucki

To Nash: Beau*

From Nash: right. I’m sorry.

To Nash: it’s fine. Lots of people spell it wrong.

From Nash: no. not for the name. For everything else. For the lies, and cheating. I regret it all. I still care about you, but if you’re happi then I’m happi for you.

To Nash: why?

From Nash: I already told you. I felt held back.

To Nash: no, not that. Like why now? Why are you apologizing now? 6 months later? I wanted an apology like a week after, maybe a month, but 6 months later? I thought maybe we could be statistics, remain friends after the breakup, but 6 months later?

From Nash: it’s just. I wanted to be friends. I just needed to figure things out.

To Nash: by sleeping with other girls?

From Nash: that makes it sound bad.

To Nash: cause it was bad Nash. It hurt so much knowing while I was laying around hurting, you were out, happy as can be.

From Nash: funny.

To Nash: what’s funny about that?

From Nash: no, not that, it’s just funny how things change.

To Nash: what do you mean?

From Nash: it’s funny how now, I’m the one hurting, and you’re happy as can be.

To Nash: what?

From Nash: It hurts knowing you’re falling asleep in someone else’s arms, and waking up next to them every morning now…

I JUST SAW POWER RANGERS

1) Billy is the most adorable thing to ever he’s amazing

2) Zach and his mom were ADORABLE also? An Asian boy as the “bad boy” who cuts class? Amazing

3) Kimberly Hart feels so destroyed about hurting someone? I’m in love.

4) We should start a band LEMONADE MOUTH

5) I seriously cried with the Billy thing and after my friend leaned over and was like ‘thank god’ and I seriously though like ahhhhh

6) Did I mentioned I love Billy

7) NO ROMANCE GUYS

8) “Tommy Oliver” GREEN RANGER GIVE ME A SEQUEL GUYS

9) Trini and Kimberly are gay like that donut thing? 300

10) Okay but every time they said Krispy Kreme I was no longer able to take them seriously

11) Also Naomi Scott and Becky G have said that they want Tommy to be a girl also Trini’s girlfriend which YES

12) Rita was creepy af okay

13) Also I straight up died when they played “Go Go Power Rangers”

14) okay so anyone who has ever seen an episode of Power Rangers ever knows that they loose at first then bind together into their Mega Zord and kick butt but damn this MegaZord was so much better that usual

15) It got dark inn places, man

16) I said “it’s morphin’ time” at the same time he did my friend leaned over and called me a nerd

17) When they only waited for him because they didn’t know how to get out

18) I LOVE NAOMI SCOTT

19) The robot was the best

20) Any of these guys could kick me in the face and I would thank them for it

21) Who else low key ships the OT5?

Anyways Power Rangers is amazing I loved it

issa yes ft. taehyung

you were sitting on your porch, waiting for one of the boys to come and pick you up. you were gonna stay over at their place for the day. at first, that wasn’t even the plan. you thought that you were just going over there for a few hours but you were basically forced.

they missed you. you’d only visit them once a week and they were needy so that wasn’t enough. especially for taehyung since you two were super close.

he was the first to befriend you. he had a bright smile, personality and he could make you laugh. he was the most attractive man you had ever met. in a cliché way, he was the ‘total package’.

it was like you found your soulmate. (you did)

“hey y/n!” jungkook’s voice startled you since you were too deep in thinking about how all of this started.

he stuck his head out of the window and called out to you again although you were getting up. “shut up kookie.”

“well you should move faster next time.” he grabbed yout bag from you and handed it to taehyung. you didn’t even notice him.

“what’s poppin’ y/n?” taehyung asked you in a high pitched voice and did something weird but amusing with his face.

after you got into the seat comfortably, you reached behind you and ruffled tae’s hair with your fingers. “wassup baby.”

he leaned back and pursed his lips at you. his cheeks quickly and faintly turned into a rosy color.

“you’re making him blush.” kookie cutely sighed and pulled out of your driveway. he was the one to ship you two all the time.

“hey. she’s not it’s jus-”

“she’s hot. she’s one of those meagan good beyonce looking types man.” kookie cut taehyung off.

“shut up and drive.” you cringed.

“drive! drive! drive!” kookie and taehyung shouted in unison.

“why do i deal with y'all?” you turned to the side and looked out of the window. it was going to be a long ride.

🍜

as soon as you walked through the door, you were attacked with hugs by everyone except yoongi. he was sitting in the rocking chair with earbuds in but at least he acknowledged your presence by waving.

taehyung started to get a little uncomfortable, you saw this. maybe it was because the boys were kissing you (all over your face except for your lips) and literally bear hugging you.

“okay that’s enough.” he said as he took your bag from you and signaled for you to follow him, but you just looked at him in a confusing way. “you’re sleeping with me? right?”

“oh yea-”

“come on.” he told you while he headed to his room.

“they about to fu-”

“oh you finally got y/n to say yes?” namjoon asked while pointing at the both of you.

taehyung huffed and grabbed your hand, literally dragging you to his room. once you two got there, he closed and locked the door. you sat down on his bed and waited to hear whatever it was that he had to say.

“you shouldn’t let them kiss you.” he placed his hands on his hips and eyed you until you answered him.

“why? it’s not that big of a deal. you do too, it’s all love.” you shrugged.

“because i like you y/n, i get jealous and you know this.” he sat down beside you and took your hand in his. “i’m just-”

“cute. you’re just cute.” you squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile. “you know we can’t date tae.”

“that’s bullshit.” he removed his hand from yours and rubbed his temples. “i really want to be with you y/n you’re all i want. i’m not stopping until you’re mine.”

it wasn’t like you hadn’t heard that line more than fifty times. you believed him, but there was just something in you ; telling you that it wasn’t a good idea.

you readjusted your body so that you could face him. his eyebrows were going inward and his lips were in a pouty position. he was mad.

“it’s not bullshit tae you know we can’t date. i’m scared.” you crossed your arms and stared at the floor. it was all that you could do.

“why!? tell me why. why can’t we be together when you obviously want me just as much as i want you?!” he stood up and walked around the room, trying his best to avoid eye contact with you.

“first of all, you need to stop yelling at me or we’re fighting. secondly, it’s because…. i’m not like the other girls here. and i don’t want you to gain more hate than you already do because of me. i don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” you let out a big sigh.

“do you think that i care about other people’s negative opinions? seriously y/n? i want you. i don’t care about anything else right now, just you.” he finally looked you in the eyes. “you’re beautiful to me and remember that standing out is good. why would you want to be one of those mediocre girls out there?”

“because those mediocre girls don’t receive hate on the daily, they fit in, th”

taehyung couldn’t take anymore of you talking yourself down so, he cut you off. with his lips. his lips were soft like feather pillows and he (his lips) tasted sweet. you realized that you had never actually kissed him before.

just as you were about to deepen the kiss, he pulled back and looked at you; with the biggest smile. “your lips taste like that one chocolate fountain at golden corral. remember that?”

once you heard him say something about a chocolate fountain, you were torn between cringing, blushing, and laughing. but you ended up doing all three “are you saying that because i’m black?!”

“there’s that beautiful smile!” he half shouted, ignoring your question.

“tae. wait. we just kissed. and it was good.” you scrunched up your face to show a confused look.

“yeah, you’re gonna have to get used to random kisses.”

“but are we dating? no.” you sarcastically replied.

“you know….i could take care of you. i won’t let anyone hurt you. you’re safe with me. give me a chance.” he spoke slowly and genuinely which made you feel a little better about the situation.

“can i think about this?” you asked him, forcing out a smile.

he nodded and headed for the door. “alright just let me know. and please don’t keep me waiting.”

after he left, you pondered on the thought of you and taehyung dating. it’s what you both wanted but you weren’t sure about how people would take it.

it could ruin his career, his and your life, and mess up the close relationship that you two have with eachother.

you had so many what if’s. “i need to stop worrying.” you said to yourself.

after an additional green minutes, you rose to your feet and let out a deep breath. it was time to give taehyung your answer.

🍜

once you got to the living area, 7 pairs of eyes were on you which made you nervous but you thought that it would be best to just tell him in front of the boys so that they could know.

“what’s up y/n?” namjoon greeted you, breaking the silence. everyone except for taehyung who looked nervous followed.

after you greeted each other for the fiftieth time, you turned your attention to taehyung. “tae.”

“yes y/n?” he sat up, preparing himself for what he was about to hear. he hoped that it was your answer.

there was no holding back now. everyone had their eyes on you and was expecting you to say something.

“ye-”

“yeah!” he shouted and ran over to you. he kissed you and hugged you tightly. letting go or breaking away wasn’t in his plans.

“okay let me go.” you laughed.

“no.” taehyung responded with a tighter squeeze.

“well damn.” yoongi mumbled, eyeing the both of you with a small and bitter smirk growing on his face.

“what’s this?!” jin asked in complete shock.

taehyung finally let you go and took your hand in his. “she finally said yes. we’re finally dating.”

“oh young love…” hoseok sighed and acted like the dramatic person he was.

“i’m happy for you hyung. y/n was playing hard to get but you didn’t back down. notes taken.” jungkook said to taehyung.

“iu doesn’t want you, you can give up on that one.” yoongi said to jungkook.

“shots fired!” jimin bursted out into laughter, literally falling onto hoseok.

“okay but who is y/n with? not you. go cry in your room.” kookie said to yoongi.

in a matter of seconds the room was filled of nothing but laughter. taehyung was the only one that didn’t participate in the ‘roast session’ that the rest of the boys were in. he was too busy staring at you.

“how about we go out? to a cafe?” he whispered in your ear which heated up your body. his voice was deep and seductive in a way. you knew that from here out he was gonna drive you even more crazy then he did when you were just friends.

“y-yep let’s go.” you couldn’t even talk straight. as you walked to the door to put on your shoes, you were hit. on your butt.

“tae!” you shouted, and hit him ; basically his shoulder.

“get used to it princess.” he pecked your cheek and dangled his car keys before walking past you and out the door.

“oooh!” the boys said in unison.

“shut up.” you laughed and followed behind tae.

🍜

you and taehyung went to a ring making cafe ; you both made matching rings for each other. it was cute af. di end. 

How the Hell are You(r grades) this High?!

Member: Joshua
Genre: a touch of angst / a sprinkle of suggestive themes / fluff
Word count: 3,623


“(Y/N)? Good job, you got another hundred on your test,” the teacher praised as you stood up and walked up to the front of the room to receive the paper.

Joshua watched with wide eyes and a slack jaw. How in the world…?! You only beat him by one percent! How could that possibly be fair? He studied day and night for a week straight and this is what he gets? You turned away from the teacher and looked directly at Joshua, a smug smirk pulling at your lips. As you walked by his desk, you couldn’t help but lean down and whisper in his ear. “Maybe next time, sweet cheeks.”

The nickname made his ears burn with rage. You gave a chuckle and swatted his shoulder before heading back to your seat. Joshua wanted to turn around and insult you, he really did, but nothing good came to mind. Besides, it wasn’t like him to be be so rude to his fellow classmates, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to drop down to your level. You were baiting him and you knew it. You always did.

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anonymous asked:

Deanmus for the ship thing? Or Neville/blaise

I’m gonna go with dean/seamus bc I don’t rlly ship Neville and Blaise :/ sorry man


  • who hogs the duvet

Seamus does - he likes things hot (yes I went there) and Dean is way too much of a sweetheart to fight for it. And, if he was totally honest, Dean loves cuddling Seamus (he’s like a hot furnace) and he doesn’t even need something as silly as a duvet anyway

  • who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Dean does it, first of because he grew up as a muggle (and thus knows how telephones work and was the one who had to teach his boyfriend how to use them) and because he is a worrywart. Who knows what trouble Seamus gets into? 

  • who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Seamus! Dean tries so hard to beat him every year, he even handcrafted an entire suit for Seamus and painted him in gold magic paint, but somehow Seamus always knows exactly the thing to give him that will make Dean cry like a baby

  • who gets up first in the morning

Dean. He likes to run for a bit outside to wake up, shower, make breakfast (usually it’s pancakes because, let’s face it, Dean is a sweet tooth) and a nice cup of coffee to then, when Seamus wakes up (around nine) kiss him good morning

  • who suggests new things in bed

They both do - they’re very curious boys, and they are each other’s best friends. They say anything that comes to their mind, including weird sex stuff they’ve heard other people talk about and wonder how it’d be like to do it themselves. 

  • who cries at movies

Seamus. He hasn’t told anyone - and he’d probably torch Dean’s hair if his boyfriend did - because he likes to pretend he’s all tough, but he’s cried so hard he couldn’t speak for two hours after seeing Titanic for the first time (he blames it on the wine they’d been drinking - Dean let’s him believe this)

  • who gives unprompted massages

Dean; after seeing this god-awful romcom where they gave massages all the time (”seriously, Dean, one more massage and that woman will drop to the floor for lack of muscle-tensing”) he went into this fase where he simply could not stop - he stopped by Seamus’ work at lunch to help him “relax”, gave him one before going to bed, one in the morning, and sometimes even during work - that’s when Seamus (with the help of Ron Weasley) pulled a big intervention. (Mainly because Dean’s massages were so awful they were almost painful.) Since then Dean’s been banned from giving massages.

  • who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Dean - he’s the worrywart, and for some reason, Seamus always gets hurt (”toast doesn’t blow themselves up for no reason, how did you even -”

  • who gets jealous easiest

Seamus. He tries to be cool about it and brush it off, but as soon as someone even looks at Dean the wrong way he is ready to blow that dude up - “with some nice chit chat, Dean, don’t look at me like that”

  • who has the most embarrassing taste in music

They both do, and they’re unapologetic about it.

  • who collects something unusual

Seamus - he sometimes goes full Arthur Weasley and “fanboys” over all the muggle stuff his boyfriend has lying around in his apartment. Dean finds it adorable (especially when Seamus jumped so high in excitement after seeing a vacuum cleaner at work he managed to knock off the ceiling lights)

  • who takes the longest to get ready

Dean. Seamus doesn’t really care what he’s wearing - he usually just throws on the first clothes he spots in the morning - but Dean likes to look nice, and “this hairdo hasn’t been grown perfect, it needs time - stop looking at me like that.”

  • who is the most tidy and organised

Dean!! And if Seamus’ stuff looks tidy - that’s all Dean’s doing, don’t believe anything else you hear.

  • who gets most excited about the holidays

They both do, they really like to buy (or make - Dean’s style) gifts for all their friends for Christmas; sometimes they even start as early as June (it just has to be perfect and better than any other couple’s gifts, that’s all, and they’re totally not bothered by the fact that Hermione always seems to have better gifts, absolutely not, what are you talking about?

  • who is the big spoon/little spoon

Dean is the bigger spoon - Seamus is tiny (don’t say that to him, he will light you on fire) and Dean loves burying his head in Seamus’ hair, it makes him feel like he’s keeping Seamus safe from everything harmful, and Seamus just likes how Dean smells and feels (he’s so soft)

  • who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Seamus - he once kicked Hermione in the head when she won at monopoly and threw the board away (Dean had to drag him out of the room, for both Ron and Harry were blowing steam out of their ears in that moment)

  • who starts the most arguments

Seamus, he’s a hot-tempered man, and he’s easily pushed over the edge. Dean usually tries to make things go smoothly and likes to postpone or avoid fights all-together, and that sometimes work. When they do fight, however, it leads to the most explosive sex they ever had

  • who suggests that they buy a pet

Dean!! He loves dogs, and he whined and begged and pouted for two full years before Seamus relented and allowed him to get one dog. They nowadays have four dogs, and Seamus will die for each and every one of them.

  • what couple traditions they have

Sometimes, when Seamus falls asleep after a particularly tiring round of sex, Dean takes out his sketchbook to draw him (like one of his french girls boys). He has about ten of those sketchbooks by now. Their first date was in this crappy little pub in London with the grossest (and a bit sour) tuna sandwiches and beer that makes every grown man barf - so, naturally, on their anniversary they always come back to that place and eat, and drink, and barf their way into a new year with each other.

  • what tv shows they watch together

Seamus loves The 100 (”so many explosions!”) and he’s a fan of B99 (mainly because Harry and Ron would not stop talking about it, but they both watch Gilmore Girl with a passion. Seamus because he loves Emily Gilmore so much (”she’s the woman I want to marry some day” “Seamus, we’re engaged” “get over it”) and Dean because he understands Rory Gilmore is his child now that needs to be protected at all cost

  • what other couple they hang out with

Mainly Hermione and Ron - they play board games together monthly - and Dean, being a Professor at Hogwarts (he teaches DADA, his hero Remus Lupin inspired him to do so) sees Neville quite often, him now teaching Herbology. They occasionally meet with Harry and Draco, but Seamus still can’t stand Malfoy, mainly because Draco declined to play karaoke with Seamus that one time.

  • how they spend time together as a couple

Mainly going on awful dates or walking out with their dogs, when they’re not having sex (they just love each other, okay?) or meeting their friends

  • who made the first move

Seamus! He had enough of watching his best friend act straight and fail miserably. He always tells everyone he was very smooth about it, but the truth is that before they both graduated Seamus suddenly yelled “You’re very hot and I think I’m gay” to which Dean just laughed and said, “same” (they went on their first date that night)

  • who brings flowers home

Dean!! He loves flowers - especially yellow tulips - and he likes making Seamus smile

  • who is the best cook

Dean… no offense to our boy Seamus, but he tends to blow shit up overcook food now and then. It’s safer for them - and their entire neighbourhood - if Dean cooks for them. 


“Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…”

CSBB: I Thee Wed (7/16)

Once upon a time, Princess Emma and Lieutenant Killian Jones stole away into the dark of the night to elope. In the morning light, however, they must face the repercussions of their actions before they can live their “happily ever after.” This is where their story begins…Rating: M (Mild smut)

Content Warning: Eventual Mild Smut

Other Pairings: Snowing

Author’s Note:  Wow! I have a number of people in a #feud with me over the last chapter. Though I won’t give any spoilers, I will let you know that this one has more comic relief. Thank you, seriously, to all who have read my contribution to the @captainswanbigbang This story wouldn’t be half as readable without the lovely beta work of @wexyuk. Special shoutout to my artists who also served as secondary readers, @piratesrumforswan , and @just-be-magnificent . !

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Chapter 7

Every now and then, Prince Leo would grow bored. He was very privileged, this he acknowledged, but life as royalty wasn’t always full of frivolity. There were Council meetings that dragged on for hours and hours, clothing fittings, and when the weather was poor, he was more often than not trapped in the castle. Every now and then he could travel, but weeks at sea were even more boring. He couldn’t go anywhere when he was trapped on a ship. Besides, he tended to get seasick, and nothing was less fun than hauling the contents of his stomach out over the side of whatever vessel they were traveling on. 

But he had learned long ago that fortunes can change rather quickly, and my how they’d changed!

He realized that it was rather unfair to find enjoyment at his sister’s expense, but Leo hadn’t had this much fun in quite a long time. Sure, everyone was in a state of panic with yelling and crying and threats of imprisonment, but as someone on the outside looking in, the whole affair was quite entertaining. He would have thanked Emma if he didn’t believe she would smack him upside the head for saying such a thing. 

He did feel sorry for his older sister. He wasn’t that terrible. She and her new husband were very much in a state of distress, but since Leo had faith that it would all be alright in the end, he couldn’t find it in his heart to be too upset. She loved the lieutenant, and though Leo didn’t know much about Killian Jones, he apparently loved her as well. From what little he’d seen of them interacting, they seemingly fit well together. Besides, Leo had interrupted their wedding night and Killian didn’t threaten to hurt him! That was mark in the lieutenant’s favor.

Of course, there also was the matter of them bringing the entire situation down upon themselves. They were the ones who had been lying to everyone, and not just little lies, but large, life-changing lies. His sister had carried out an affair with someone far below her station, and then snuck away in the dark of the night to marry him. It was the stuff of scandals!

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Thoughts on Wish!Hook and why I am still excited for S7

If anyone cares to hear them…

I know there are a wide range of feelings about the fact that Season 7 Hook/Officer Rogers is actually Wish!Hook. I know some people LOVE it. I know some people HATE it. 

I immediately fell into the first camp.

A fact I shared with a friend today who immediately responded, “Ugh…why? Wish!Realm Hook is a buffoon and a mockery of Hook.”

And you know what? She’s not wrong there. It got me seriously thinking about this particular Hook, and I just thought I’d share those thoughts here. With you. My people. Because anyone else would think I was crazy for spending all this time analyzing this topic…

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