but still she speaks up if she thinks something isn't right

iiithisismyusernameiii  asked:

I know this isn't your norm but can we have some kind of SuperCorp Bridal Style something? Because you know they are obviously dating now... right?

“Oh come on, Alex, she totally knows.”

Alex pffts and looks away and looks back and looks away and looks back.

“Noooo.”

“Alex. Yes. She does.”

Alex squints and leans across the bar to get a better look at Lena, at the way she’s fawning over Kara, at the way Kara’s leaning into her, the way Kara’s arm looks like it’s just twitching to toss itself over Lena’s shoulders.

“I’m not saying she doesn’t like Kara for Kara – hell, she seems even more in love with Kara than she’s enamored with Supergirl – but I’m saying, Danvers. She’s not stupid. And we’ve already agreed that the glasses really…”

“Are ridiculous, yeah,” Alex murmurs distractedly, staring all the harder at her sister and her sister’s maybe-not-really-what-are-you-talking-about-Alex-we’re-just-friends-come-on-I-mean-sure-I-like-her-what’s-not-to-like okay-I’m-gonna-stop-you-right-there-Little-Danvers-because-what’s-not-to-like-is-literally-the-phrase-your-sister-used-about-me-right-before-she-became-my-girlfriend girlfriend.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Lena asks Kara on the other side of the bar when she catches Alex and Maggie both staring.

Kara has to try – hard – not to tell her exactly what Alex and Maggie are talking about, because in a bar this crowded, this loud, there would be no other way to explain her knowledge except superhearing. And she’s going to tell Lena – really, she is – but not yet, because she’s terrified, because Lena likes Kara for Kara, which is unbelievable and amazing but what if when she realizes that Kara is also Supergirl, she doesn’t like her for… her… anymore?

But she can’t say all that, not yet, not yet, so she splutters and she adjusts her glasses and she tries very hard not to spill her club soda all over her baby blue collared shirt that Lena had commented earlier brought out her eyes beautifully.

“Oh, um… probably… girlfriend stuff. Definitely girlfriend stuff.” She adds an authoritative nod for good measure, and Lena’s laughter sounds like faerie wings, and Kara’s heart leaps because she’s laughing, but she’s not laughing at Kara, and that… she… is perfect.

“Girlfriend stuff,” Lena deadpans, her voice rich and low and full of barely contained amusement.

Kara adjusts her glasses again. “Yeah. Like uh… what… hey, what do girlfriends talk about, anyway?”

Lena takes a long sip of her wine, and Kara tries – and fails – not to look at her lips.

“The same things we do, probably,” Lena answers after a thoughtful swallow, and Kara’s stomach flips because sometimes she thinks she knows Lena so well, but when they go anywhere near… this territory… she just can’t figure out what her feelings are… if she’s just happy to have a friend, or if these dates they’ve been going on are actually… you know…. dates.

She should ask Alex. Or Maggie. Or both. But not now. Not now, because now, Lena is draining her wine and standing up and Kara’s ex-boyfriend – not the amazing one – naturally chooses that moment to cross behind her, causing Lena to overbalance, to stumble, to start to fall.

Kara doesn’t think and she doesn’t calculate. She just sweeps one arm under Lena’s thighs and the other, strong around her back, scooping her up bridal style so she doesn’t fall, so she doesn’t roll her ankle, so she doesn’t…

But oh. Oh. Oh no.

Because now Lena’s breath is hitched and Alex and Maggie’s jaws are both on the bar and Lena’s pupils are dilating and her breath smells of wine and nothing has ever smelled so perfect and Kara can hear her heartbeat, feel it, and she hasn’t had anything but club soda but Rao does she suddenly feel drunk, and Rao is Lena’s body warm, and Lena’s arms are wrapped around her neck and Lena is speaking, softly, speaking, low, speaking, intimate.

“Well, these arms certainly do feel familiar,” Lena’s practically whispering, and it doesn’t matter that the bar is crowded, and it doesn’t matter that the bar is loud, and it doesn’t even matter that Kara has superhearing: the words penetrate her every cell with subtle, heated precision.

“I… I didn’t want you to… fall,” Kara splutters, and neither woman says anything about the fact that Kara still hasn’t put her down.

“Oh, Kara Danvers,” Lena husks softly, “I told you. You are my hero. I know you’d never let me fall” She brings her lips to Kara’s ear easily, protective of her secrets, of her safety, of her comfort and of her happiness. “Whether you’re in or out of that suit and cape.”

Heat sears throughout Kara’s entire body, and she has no words because she barely has breath, and she pulls back so she can look Lena in the eyes, and Rao she can’t help the way she glances down at her lips once, twice, three times, until Lena breathes, until Lena wets them, until Kara can’t take it anymore and closes the gap, because she can’t process anything except Lena, Lena, Lena.

They startle apart at a loud whoop from across the bar, and Kara sets Lena down gently, carefully, though they stay entangled in each other’s arms, entangled in each other’s breath.

“Boom! You owe me that flash grenade, Danvers!” 

“I never said the glasses aren’t ridiculous!”

“Flash grenade!”

“Do we want to know why your sister’s girlfriend wants a flash grenade to begin with?” Lena grins into Kara’s ear.

“Not even a little bit,” Kara grins, and finishes what she started, and Rao, are Lena’s lips soft, and perfect, and smiling into their kiss, and Rao, Rao, Rao, she likes me for me, for me, for me.

Intelligence Isn't Everything

Reid x reader


“Y/N! Wait up…..”

Y/N slowed her pace slightly but not much, allowing her colleague to catch up.

“Christ, for someone in heels you can sure walk fast,” Spencer commented, falling in step besides her as they made their way back to the BAU headquarters.

“Yes, well. I’m cold and I want to get back to the others,” her long hair caught on the breeze and she pulled her jacket tighter.

“Well we’d still be with the others if you’d accepted that I was right about the case.”

Never. Not when Y/N knew she was right. And on this occasion, she definitely was. But Spencer kept pushing it, insisting she was wrong about a small detail from a case that they’d covered four months ago. She should have let it slide but she couldn’t. She was fed up of him always being the golden boy, the genius. She was just as smart, her IQ only being a few points lower than his. Yet the team had all sided with Reid, everyone except Garcia who had backed her up.
And so what was meant to be a fun night out after work, with drinks and dancing, had turned into a full on debate between Y/N and Reid, and now the two were heading back to work to find out which one of them was correct.

Some would have called the pair of them stubborn mules. And she could bet that the team were laughing at their inability to drop the discussion and to agree to disagree until the next day. Still, they’d be back there soon enough, and she couldn’t wait to gloat. She was certain on this one.

They entered the building and Y/N headed straight for the elevator, frowning when she saw her tall, messy haired colleague heading for the stairs that led to the basement. She whistled to get his attention.
“Oi. So called genius. Where are you going?”

“Down to the records room,” he replied as if it was obvious.

“But it’ll be quicker to check on the computers?”

“Quicker yes. But Penelope was backing you up and I know she can remote access the servers. I’m not having her logging in and changing this just so you can feign victory.”

“Oh my God. You have that low an opinion of me that you’d think I’d get her to do that?”

Reid shrugged, “I just want absolute proof that I’m right here, so there can be no question.”

“Fine,” Y/N crossed the room to the basement door and followed him down the stairs and into the basement, muttering obscenities under her breath.

They reached the records room and flicked the lights on, shutting the door behind them and surveying the rows and rows of filing cabinets and storage boxes in front of them. Y/N spied an empty desk pushed against a wall and went and hopped up on it, settling herself back to wait.

“Are you not going to help me find the file?” Spencer asked.

She shook her head. “Nope,” she popped the ‘p’ loudly. “File I want is upstairs on a computer, easily accessible. You wanted to come down here, you find it.”

She watched him roll his eyes and mutter something under his breath which sound very much like “Ane.“

“Did you just call me an ass…. In school boy French?” Y/N was shocked, Spencer rarely insulted his team mates. And using french was just yet another way of him trying to show his intelligence off to her.

He stood staring at the files, trying to work out logically, where the one he wanted would be. Deciding, he opened a cabinet and started sifting through.

“Maybe.”

“Oh grow up, Spencer.”

“Oh cos I’m the one being a child here?”

“Yes! Because I certainly aren’t. You couldn’t let this drop, you kept insisting and insisting that I was wrong. You belittle me all the fucking time, Reid. And quite frankly, it pisses me off. You’re not the only intelligent person here. You talk down to the others too, but they all think that the sun shines out of your ass crack for some fucking reason.”

He sniggered and kept searching through the folders.

“It’s not funny, Spencer. Do you know how many times I’ve been tempted to put my transfer papers in because you make me feel so small and pointless? I was hired for a reason, because I’m good at my job. Because I came top of my class in cal-tech, the second highest graduating marks in the history of that class. Second to yours of course. I should have realised that that was how my career would go as well. Always second best to the boy wonder.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault the others consult my opinion first,” he discarded a pile of files onto the floor, searching further.

“No, but you could shut your mouth and stopped interrupting me when I actually start speaking first. Nine times out of ten, you jump in with exactly what I was going to say. And everyone then thinks that it was your fucking breakthrough. Why can’t you just let me have it for once?”

“Because you have everything else… And my intelligence is ALL I have!” he sounded exasperated, as if it were obvious.

“Excuse me?” Y/N stared at him confused. “I have everything else? How exactly? What do I have that you don’t?”

“Erm, A social life outside of the BAU. Parents that are still together. I bet you weren’t bullied and teased all the way through high school either, you had to have been one of the popular girls with how good looking you are.”

“So you hate me because I have friends any family? And because you think I’m attractive?” Y/N was shaking her head know. “Spencer that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard.”

“It might be to you, but it’s not too me. My intelligence is all I have.”

“Sure sure… Cos you’re definitely not 6ft 1 with a sexy combination of hair, eyes and bone structure that most people would kill for.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re so blind sometimes Reid, it’s ridiculous. I literally don’t think I can work around you anymore. I’m gonna ask for a transfer on Monday.”

She started to walk towards the door, intending on leaving. She no longer cared about who was right or wrong here she just wanted to out.

“Wait!” Spencer sounded stricken and Y/N stopped and turned.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t want you to leave the team. You are…. You’re good at your job. And maybe…. Alright maybe I AM a bit too pushy and forward with my opinions sometimes. Just… I can’t help it. But I’ll try okay.”

Wow. An apology. He looked at her, his dark brown eyes blazing. Well… He’d apologised. That was a first.

“You’ll get over the ‘hating me cos I’m beautiful’ thing?” Y/N made air quotation marks with her fingers.

“I’ll try… ”

“Fine. Let’s just go. I need a drink.”

“But I found the file? Don’t you wanna know who was right?” he waved the manila folder at Y/N and she considered her options, deciding that yes, she did still want to know. She nodded and he opened the file, quickly scanning to the information they were both craving.

That was one thing he could do which she couldn’t. Speed read. And it annoyed the hell out of her.

“Well?” She placed her hands on her hips, watching as his eyes flickered to hers and then down to the paper. Looking back up at her, he fixed a grin on his face and announced.

“I’m right!” Spencer closed the file and went to slide it back into place.

“Really? I was so…. sure?” Y/N felt confusion and then idiocy. She’d argued this point for two hours. And she was wrong? Bringing her eyes to his face, she studied his face, detecting a small flicker.

“Lemme see,” she held out her hand.

“No. You don’t need to, I’ve checked and told you. I’m right.”

Y/N lunged for the folder, now certain that he was lying to her. Ripping it out of his hands, she quickly flicked through it, finding the information she needed.

“You absolute shit, Spencer Reid. Even after apologising to me, you still can’t admit when you’re wrong.”

She closed the folder, breathing deeply to calm herself down and slotting the folder back into its place, seeing her colleague now red faced. He’d been caught and he didn’t know what to say.

“Sorry?”

Remembering his schoolboy French from earlier, Y/N decided to try some of her own.
“Vouz avez plein de merde,“ she told him, shaking her head.
“Vas te faire encule,” he shot back, immediately looking ashamed at what he said.

Y/N arched her eyebrows and laughed, “You fucking wish, Spencer Reid. You fucking wish.”

His eyes grew wide at her comment, and he licked his lip. She laughed again and went to walk away but felt him grab her arm and pull her back, his eyes suddenly intense.

“I do, actually. That’s part of the problem.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped, quickly replaying the conversation in her head and making sure she’d heard what she had. Spencer’s breathing was slightly ragged and she felt very warm all of a sudden.

The English of what he’d said to her would be ‘Fuck You’.

Before she even knew what she what she was doing, Y/N had pressed herself against her colleague, gripping his perpetually crooked tie and tugging his face down to hers, kissing him.

Her senses seemed to explode with wanting as their lips moved against each other, their arms quickly moving to each others torsos and running over the other persons body.

Fuck. This was such a cliché, the ‘I hate you but I actually just really wanna fuck you senseless’ but it definitely explained a few things. And she was going with it.

Spencer’s mouth pressed harder against hers, sucking her bottom lip in between hers as his hands slipped underneath her jacket, quickly tugging her shirt loose from her skirt and pushing his hands underneath the soft material of her work shirt. Y/N’s lips parted in a moan as his warm fingers danced over the skin of her lower back. Taking advantage of her opened mouth, Spencer used that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, gently searching for her tongue with his.

‘Who the fuck knew the boy wonder could kiss like this’ Y/N thought to herself as she caressed the back of his neck with one hand, the other sliding down his back and over his ass, feeling the firm muscle of it. He let out his own groan as she cupped his butt and simultaneously hit a sensitive area on his neck.

Ugh.. That sound.

His voice may irritate her when he constantly tried to correct her, but my god he had a sexy groan. Low and guttural, raw passion.

She felt herself being walked backwards, feeling the ridge of the desk she’d been sat on earlier hitting against her thighs. Spencer pressed his body against Y/N’s, her almost gasping as she felt how hard he was, nudging against her.

Oh fuck.

Feeling THAT sparked a burning passion deep inside of her, more ferocious than it already was. Her hands went to his shirt, tugging at it, her nift fingers undoing his buttons quickly. Spencer mirrored her actions, although he wasn’t as graceful and nearly pulled a button off as he hurried to undo her shirt. The buttons undone, he pulled the two sides of the fabric apart, splaying his hands on her tummy and breaking the kiss to gaze down at her chest.

Y/N was breathing heavily, her breasts jiggling slightly in her bra with each deep breath she took.

“Fuuuuck… ” he groaned out, licking his lips hungrily. Spencer’s hands ran down over her butt, pulling up the fabric of her skirt and exposing her black panties and hose. She kicked off her heels as his fingers searched for the edge of the panty hose, tugging them and the underwear down her legs and off onto the floor, before he bent his knees and lifted her onto the desk.

She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, using them to pull him to her. They both reached for his buckle at the same time, their hands knocking against each other as they worked it loose. The buckle undone, Y/N leant back slightly, watching as Spencer quickly unzipped his pants. She bit her lip, feeling heat pooling between her thighs.

His pants undone, Spencer pressed himself to her again, grinding lightly against her centre. She needed him inside and she needed him now. Long drawn out foreplay was not going to cut it here. She used her hands to push his trousers and briefs down and off his, watching his erection spring free.

“Do we need anything… ” came his whisper, the first words they’d said to each other.

“No,” Y/N shook her head, her words a rasp in her throat. That was all the encouragement he needed and his positioned himself quickly, pushing inside her slit.

They both gasped as they adjusted to each other, and then Spencer began to move against her, the desk knocking against the wall behind them with each thrust. Y/N locked her legs around his waist tightly, squeezing him as he gripped the table with one hand, the other wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him.

“Jesus fuck… ” she gasped as his long fingers dug into her hip, his head lowering to her neck to lick and nip at the skin there as he thrust into her hard and fast.

She could feel pleasure building as the records room as was filled with the sounds of their grunting, the banging of the desk against the wall like a pendulum. Her hand slipped between them, rubbing herself where he wasn’t, the two sensations together making her almost dizzy.

It didn’t take long for them both to finish, surprisingly within seconds of each other. Y/N’s shudders obviously spurring him on,
Spencer thrust hard and deep before letting out his own loud groan and releasing himself.

His movements came to a slow as Y/N unhooked her legs from his waist, shakily lowering them and wincing as she felt his come start to trickle out of her and onto the desk.

He pulled away completely and hurriedly stuffed himself back into his underwear, pulling his pants back up and collecting Y/N’s hose and panties from the floor. He handed them to her, not quite meeting her eyes.
She separated the two garments, pulling the panties on and then balling up the hose to wipe the residue from between her legs and off the desk as she hopped down and redressed herself quickly. Slipping into her heels and smoothing her hair, she cleared her throat.

“So…. Erm. That was interesting.”

“Yep. Very…. ” Spencer sounded lightly strained, as if he didn’t know what to say or do. This was new territory for the both of them, randomly hooking up with a colleague.

“Guess we don’t hate each other as much as we thought?”

“I never hated you, Y/N… But erm.. Yeah. I never expected that to happen when we came down here tonight.”

“Me neither…But erm.. That was fun. Thanks…?” Y/N cringed at how awkward she sounded.

“Yes…erm thanks.”

The pair hurriedly put the room back to how they’d found it before heading back up and outside, flagging down two separate cabs to take them their own separate ways.
Y/N texted Garcia quickly to say that she’d suddenly got a headache from her clash with Spencer and had gone home. She imagined he was sending a similar message to Morgan.

… Monday at work….

“Agent Y/L/N, Dr Reid. Can I see you both for a moment?” Hotch leaned out of his office, calling out into the bull pen.

Y/N’s head shot up from the file she’d had her head buried in since Spencer had arrived. They made eye contact, both blushing before they made their ways into Agent Hotchner’s office.

“Close the door and sit down,” he told them.
Spencer closed the door quickly, alarm on his face as he joined Y/N in the two seats opposite their boss.

Aaron took out a silver disc and placed it on the table. “Do you know what this is?”

Y/N could guess, and as she glanced at Reid, the look on his face told her he’d guessed too.

“So I guess you two managed to work all of your differences out then? In the records room, of all places.”

“How much of it did you see Sir?” Y/N asked quietly.

“Enough to verify that it was you two. I didn’t need to see any more. This is the only copy and I’m going to hand this to you on the understanding that if either of you are caught doing that on these premises again, with each other or anyone else, there will be severe consequences. Do you both understand?” his voice was assertive and his face was stern.

Y/N took the disc and nodded, “Yes Sir.”

Spencer parroted her words.

“Do NOT let this affect your work either, okay.”

They both nodded.

“You’re free to go.”

That was it? That seemed a little….. Lax.
Y/N stood and was almost about to leave when a thought occurred.

“Who gave you this, Sir?”

Hotch’s mouth twitched slightly.

“Michael, the security guard. And it’s not the first or the last one he’ll ever hand over either. That poor man has seen a lot. Trust me. Now go. You both have work to be getting on with. And if you need anything fetching from that room, for God’s sake, send an intern to fetch it.”

Spencer left first, waiting outside for Y/N.

“Erm… What are you going to do with that disc?” he asked her.

“Take it home.. Destroy it.”

“You’re not going to watch it?”

“I wasn’t…. Wait… Do you think we should?”

Spencer shrugged and she had an idea.

“My place. 8pm. Practice your French and don’t be late, okay.” She told him and he nodded, getting ready to walk off.

“Hey Spence…” She called after him, watching him turn to her.

“Do you think Garcia and Morgan have one of these?” She cracked a joke, lightening the atmosphere between them.

“Almost definitely. And I bet Rossi’s had a fair few as well,” he retorted, smiling.

“I bet Rossi is the sole reason there’s cameras in there. I can’t believe we forgot about them.”

anonymous asked:

Could you please make a prompt to Robert and Aaron kissing passionately in the Woolpack after getting back together,in front of all the whites of course 😜

Could you please write a prompt were robron get back together and kiss in front of loads of people including the whites in the woolpack Love your fics btw

Robert hadn’t even noticed. 

The pub was packed and Aaron had asked him to have lunch there, together. It was the first time in too long and Robert had to ask if Aaron was sure. The genuine smile and touch on his arm had been enough to convince him. 

They were sitting arguably too close together for a simple lunch-date, legs touching under the table, elbows accidentally knocking together as they ate.

It had taken them lots of pain and then lots of healing to get to where they were, and Robert wasn’t about to miss a second of it. 

“Talked to Diane yesterday,” Aaron said, hands busy cutting his fish and chips. “She came for a small visit.”

“What, she went to see you at the Mill?” Robert asked. His hands went still.

“Yeah,” Aaron replied, “she came over to have a chat about you.” 

“No,” Robert said, his heart sinking. 

“Wanted to tell me that if I wasn’t sure about this, about us, that I should just let you go. Said you couldn’t handle losing me again and if I wasn’t serious I should just stay away.” 

Robert put a hand over his face, masking his embarrassment. Aaron was chuckling beside him, set his fork down and placed the hand on Robert’s knee. 

“It shows she loves you.” The teasing had not left his voice and Robert rolled his eyes at him. 

“Sod off. It’s bad enough I have the whole village wondering why you’re giving me another chance, I don’t need Diane telling you how pathetic I was without you.” 

Aaron couldn’t hide the grin that spread at his words. 

“I think it’s sweet,” he said, thumb stroking circles onto Robert’s thigh, “shows you have people looking out for you.” 

Robert met his eye and felt his embarrassment evaporate. It wasn’t as if Aaron didn’t know what a mess Robert had been - Vic had told him everything as soon as they started working stuff out. 

“I have you now, though…” Robert said with a smile, and Aaron nodded. They went back to eating, each picking up their cutlery and sitting in comfortable silence. 

After a while, curiosity took over. 

“So, what did you say?” At Aaron’s questioning face, Robert elaborated. “To Diane…” 

Aaron cleared his throat, set down his knife and fork, and leaned in, making sure he spoke only to Robert. 

“Said I wasn’t going anywhere, not this time. Told her I wouldn’t be leaving the love of my life again,” Aaron conceded. 

It was new, hearing Aaron speak with such affection, and it made Robert’s insides melt. He couldn’t resist.

He leaned in, caught Aaron’s bottom lip between his own and they shared a lingering kiss. Aaron tasted of fish and curry sauce and something so distinctly Aaron that Robert felt his head go light at the touch. They knew it was lunch but neither of them could resist deepening the kiss, letting their tongues touch just briefly before pulling away, eyes wide with want and love. 

“More of that later, yeah?” Robert asked and Aaron hummed in assent. 

Robert went back to his fish and chips but Aaron froze beside him. It made Robert look up and see Chrissie and Rebecca standing by the bar, Chrissie indifferent and Rebecca, slack-jawed and incredulous. Aaron challenged her with a raised eyebrow, wanted them to say anything he could fight back against but Robert pressed a hand to his leg and brought him back to their table. 

“Hey, ignore them… just you and me, yeah?” 

Aaron nodded, eyes softening as they met Robert’s. 

Robert smiled at him and they went back to their lunch, back to their bubble. Robert’s attention was focused solely on Aaron and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He didn’t even notice the rest of the world, and right now, he didn’t want to.

Fool’s Gold

Summary: Marinette knew that she wasn’t a good dancer. She could be a fearless warrior and a great hero but she couldn’t fix her two left feet. Despite that, she wanted to go to the masquerade ball in the royal castle to meet a certain someone. Instead, she meets a masked jester under the moonlight…

A/N: I have a translation project due in two days. Instead I decide it’s worth finishing off this fanfic I had in my drafts since last summer lol. At first, this was meant to be my Queen!Marinette AU but I couldn’t think of anything to make her queen without making it complicated so this was the result. Well, I kinda wanted to see Marinette stepping on Adrien’s toes too haha. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Link to FFnet / AO3


Marinette was many things. A skilled seamstress. A wise advisor. A good friend. She could lead an army, devise flawless tactics and dominate the battlefield all while making it look like a ladies’ picnic.

She may be many things. But a dancer, she was not.

It was at times like these that she hated her accursed clumsiness. Very few people noticed after she became a hero but to the people who knew her before that they could only laugh and say ‘that’s our Marinette’. It was one thing that never changed.

Five different people asked her to dance that evening. All five left with bruised toes. Thankfully, they seemed like good noblemen who knew how to cover up so they bore with the pain with smiles on their faces. To escape from the misery and to avoid making a fool of herself for any longer, she slipped away to the castle gardens, taking solace in the moonlit scenery.

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  • Miss Schnee: Weiss. Winter. Thank you for coming. *Miss Schnee greeted her daughters with a brief hug as that take their seats with in a restaurant.*
  • Weiss: Of course mother. Is everything alright? *Weiss asked, taking hold of the tea set out for them.*
  • Winter: Whitely isn't being a brat and giving you trouble since you took control of the company, named Weiss the heiress again, and divorced that pitiful excuse of a man Jacques, is he? *Winter question before taking a sip of her own tea.*
  • Miss Schnee: No. Nothing of the sort. Besides he is living with his father now. It's actually something that I am bit nervous to tell you both. She said pouring herself some tea.*
  • Winter: What is it?
  • Weiss: Mother you can tell us anything.
  • Miss Schnee: Well. You see. *she started, lifting her tea cup to take a sip.* I have meet someone.
  • Weiss: *chocks on her tea slightly as Winter just looks surprised.* Cough cough! Really? So soon?
  • Winter: I must admit. I thought is would be a year before you started looking for someone to replace Jacques.
  • Miss Schnee: I will admit I was quite surprise myself when I first met him during a business trip to Vale. However after talking with him and him asking me to dinner, we, how does the saying go, hit it off quite nicely. *Miss Schnee smiled warmly at memory of their first date*
  • Weiss: Mother, As Happy as I am to hear that you have found someone that makes you happy. I must ask if you are sure they aren't... *Weiss trailed off not wanting to upset her mother until Winter put it bluntly.*
  • Winter: Are you sure they would just trying use you for money or to take the company?
  • Weiss: Winter!
  • Miss Schnee: It's quite alright, Weiss. I have had the same thoughts when he first asked me on a date but after a wonderful time at a fair and a few more dates with extremely lovely nights. *At this both Schnee sisters cringed at what their mother was implying.* I learned something quite surprising.
  • Winter/Weiss: Which is?
  • Miss Schnee: He has, and still doesn't, have any thought that I am the head of the schnee dust company.
  • Weiss: *Winter and Weiss both stared at their mother's victorious smile, then at each other and back to their mother as Weiss is the first to speak.* Come again?
  • Winter: Who could he not know who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Well he is from a small island in Vale and when he asked me what I do for a living I told him a half truth and said I work for the company instead of running it.
  • Weiss: I guess that is one way to make sure he isn't after your money but when are you going to tell him who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Funny you should ask that. I asked him and his family to join us here so we can all meet.
  • Winter/Weiss: Him and his what? *the schnee sister said simultaneously when they both hear very familiar voices from behind them.*
  • Ruby: Whoooooooooooa! Look at this place!
  • Yang: Wow Dad. First a surprise trip to Atlas to meet you mystery girlfriend and now a dinner at a fiver start restaurant. Nice.
  • Qrow: Jeez Tai. You lady friend sure has expense taste. You sure you can afford this?
  • Tai: As long as Ruby doesn't go overboard on the deserts, yeah... I think?
  • Winter: *Both Weiss and Winter slowly turned to face the Xiao-long/Rose family with a look of surprise and dread.* Weiss, Why is most of your here?
  • Weiss: I don't... I haven't the faintest-
  • Miss Schnee: *Suddenly Weiss and Winter's mother stood up called out with a smile.* ~Oh Darling!~
  • Weiss/Winter: DARLING!?
  • Tai: *Tai as well as Ruby Yang and Qrow, who is drinking out of his flack, turned towards them before Tai smiled.* Oh There she is! *He then headed over as his daughters followed meanwhile Qrow stood in place as his flack fall from his hand. Once at the table He and Miss Schnee shared a kiss as he said.* Hello Sweetie.
  • Weiss: SWEETIE!?
  • Ruby: Huh? Oh hey Weiss.
  • Yang: What are you doing here?
  • Tai: Girls, I want you to meet my girlfriend Diana. Diana these are my daughters Yang and Ruby.
  • Miss Schnee: It's a pleasure to meet you both. *Miss Schnee greeted as she held out her hand shaking both a excited Ruby and surprised Yang hand.* I suppose you already know one my daughters already.
  • Tai: I do? *Tai raised an eyebrow before look at a growing paler Weiss and Winter who is still staring at a just as shocked Qrow.* Weiss? Winter? What are... Wait. YOU'RE DIANA SCHNEE!? *Tai shouted in surprise.*
  • Miss Schnee: Guilty~. *Miss Schnee smiled playfully.*
  • Weiss: You got to be kidding me.
  • Yang: I... Wow.
  • Ruby: *Gasps happily.* Does this mean we are sisters now!
  • Weiss: NO!
  • Miss Schnee/Tai: Probably/Maybe.
  • Weiss: Mother! I'm sorry, and no disrespect to you Mr. Xiao-Long, But you can't date two of my teammate's father! Winter, Please say something!
  • Winter: *At the mention of her name, Winter stood up from her seat and walked over to Qrow and pulled him over to the table next to her mother.* Ahem, as long as we are introducing our special someones. Mother, This is Qrow Branwen. My fiance.
  • Miss Schnee: Pleasure to meet you.
  • Qrow: Uh, Yeah. Likewise.
  • Weiss: ... What?
  • Yang: So does this make Weiss our sister or aunt?
  • Weiss: What!?
  • Ruby: *hugs Weiss and squeals with joy* AUNTIE SISTER!~
  • ~RWBY dormroom~
  • Weiss: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *Weiss screamed as she shot up from her bed.*
  • Blake: *Blake shot up at the sound of her teammate scream.* What the!? Weiss? Are you okay?
  • Weiss: *Weiss panted heavily looking around.* Y-eah... Yes... It was just a nightmare.
  • Blake: Are you sure you are okay?
  • Weiss: Yes. It was nothing.
  • Blake: ... Okay. Just get some rest. You got to go tomorrow see your mother back in Atlas tomorrow. *Blake yawned as she layed back down and added as she turned to the wall.* Oh and say hi to Yang and Ruby for me if you see them.
  • Weiss: Right. Of course. Good night. *Weiss mutter laying back down before shooting right back up.* Wait excuse me?
  • Blake: Yang texted me that their dad has taken them to Atlas. Ruby even sent pictures. *THUD!* Huh? Weiss? Are you- *Blake asked until she found Weiss on the ground.* ... Sweet dreams Weiss.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I've noticed that a lot of people, yourself included, speculate that Jon and Daenerys will have baby(/ies) in the future. This is confusing me, though, because isn't Dany supposed to be unable to have children? I can't remember how this is addressed in the show, but I know in the books it is mentioned that she will never have another child after losing Rhaego, and it's implied that she has a miscarriage in book 5. Am I missing something?

Hi there anon! Thanks for this ask. I think it’s a really interesting topic to discuss :)

First, you aren’t “missing” anything! You’re exactly right that as far as we know Dany is barren and has had at least one miscarriage. 

So why do people assume there will be a baby? Well I can’t speak for all the others but here’s why I am fairly convinced that Dany will actually have a child. 

First let’s look back Mirri Maz Duur’s words to Dany that alert us to her supposed inability to conceive: 

“When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. Then he will return, and not before.”

What I think is important about these words is that they are more about Drogo than they are about Dany and her fertility. This is what Mirri says to Dany when Dany first realizes that the blood magic didn’t have quite the effect she’d hoped, when she sees that Drogo is basically a vegetable. 

So Mirri is telling Dany that all of these impossible things must take place before Drogo is ever himself again, and the inclusion of “your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child” then implies that a future pregnancy is in the same class of impossible events as “the seas go[ing] dry” and “mountains blow[ing] in the wind.” 

But Mirri never actually tells Dany that she is barren! Dany did miscarry Rhaego, but losing Rhaego makes sense because we know that since “only death can pay for life,” he had to die in order for Mirri to keep Drogo alive using blood magic. 

So I think that Mirri’s prophecy is 1. meant to upset Dany because Mirri was a salty hag and 2. a literary allusion, something Martin is really fond of. When I heard Mirri’s words to Dany I was instantly reminded of the prophecy of the Weird Sisters to Macbeth. If you aren’t familiar, in the play Macbeth visits the three witches and they tell him (among many other things) not to worry about being opposed until Birnam Wood (a nearby forest) comes to Dunsinane (his castle up the hill) and that no man born of woman can harm him. So Macbeth thinks that it is impossible for anyone to threaten him because obviously forests can’t move and all men are born from a woman. 

But then the opposing army cuts down trees in Birnam Wood and carries them up the hill to Dunsinane, and Macbeth is mortally wounded by Macduff–who reveals he wasn’t “born” in a traditional sense but “untimely ripped” from his mother’s womb via C-section.

Still with me? So basically Macbeth was given this crazy prophecy full of seemingly impossible events that came true in an unexpected way. I think the same will happen at some point toward the end of ASOIAF. We won’t see actual seas dry up or mountains blow in the wind, just like we didn’t see the woods stand up and walk to the castle on their own, and there wasn’t some godly, motherless man who opposed Macbeth–but in some way the prophecy will be fulfilled, and this will allow Dany to become pregnant. 

This raises the question of Drogo. If all of this happens, do the people who believe Dany can get pregnant also believe that Drogo will come back to life somehow, as mentioned in Mirri’s prophecy? Personally, I don’t think so. When Mirri said this to Dany, Drogo was still alive, albeit catatonic. So she was telling Dany that all of those things would need to happen for Drogo to be normal, walking, talking Drogo. But since Dany put him out of his misery Drogo is now truly dead, and not just brain dead. So I don’t think there is any coming back from that. Dany burned his body after all. 

So that takes care of Mirri’s prophecy and the first miscarriage. Dany’s implied book 5 miscarriage doesn’t give me much pause because we know that miscarriages, still births, and infant mortality are common in ASOIAF as they were in the Middle Ages. Also, if Dany did actually have a second miscarriage that itself pokes a hole in Mirri’s prophecy because it means that her womb “quickened”–she actually got pregnant in the first place in order for the miscarriage to happen.

But I have other reasons for thinking we will get a Targ baby. 

We know that GRRM and by extension D&D are big on plot twists and big reveals. The unexpected execution of Ned, the surprise upset at the Blackwater, the Red Wedding, the revelation that Lysa/Petyr essentially started the Stark-Lannister conflict, Jon’s resurrection, and R + L = J just to name a few.

So based on all of these I think it would be fitting with the style of the narrative so far for Dany to become pregnant in what is supposed to be a big shock to the average reader/viewer. I don’t buy the leaked script pages, but they suggest a conversation with Jon and Dany prior to boatsex in which she tells Jon that the dragons are the only children she will ever have. Now I don’t expect those exact words since I don’t credit the script pages, but I do think that a similar conversation will go down in order to establish that she is barren. 

So Dany’s infertility is a useful plot device because 1. Jon will feel more comfortable about his sexual relationship with Dany, thinking that he has no chance of fathering a bastard. 2. More importantly, having this idea that she is barren will makes the revelation of her pregnancy all the more satisfying and exciting for the audience since it will be such a huge surprise to mom and dad. 

So I think that the fakeout of her being barren is included for narrative reasons/dramatic effect. 

Lastly, I simply don’t believe that even GRRM/D&D would leave us with no idea of the future of the realm. While I don’t think that it is likely that the story will end happily with Dany on the throne, Jon her loving husband at her side, and bouncing baby Jonerys in her lap, I do think that it is important that we have a Targaryen heir to hint at someone to carry on the legacy of peace, freedom, and equality that have been the hallmarks of both’s Jon’s and Dany’s leadership styles. 

I’ve said before that as much as I will hate it I don’t think they will both survive, and I don’t think that either of them will truly rule the 7k on the IT. BUT I do think that one of them at least will still end the series with a considerable amount of power/political pull and the faith and love of most of the survivors of the war with the WW. So Jon or Dany (still a tiny chance they both could live but I am not holding my breath haha) will end the series as the closest thing to a king/queen in the realm. So we need the promise of an heir to give the audience the closure of thinking that their sort of leadership has a future in Planetos. 

So, for all these reasons, I don’t think Dany is really barren. I hope that makes sense anon :) 

anonymous asked:

Chloe is so underrated imo. She's saved Lucifer's life many times, but her actions are so underlooked. Her only development this season has been her feelings for Lucifer which isn't all bad, but as a female character she should also have a life outside of him aswell. Also her personality is gone. I love Chloe, but the writers are trying to make her be this boring, depressed, way too serious woman when we know that's not her. Hopefully they writers write her more like Maze next season.

Well you’re right about one thing: Chloe Decker is underrated. But she is in no way, shape, or form two dimensional.

If you think her only development this season is her feelings then you haven’t been paying attention.

Chloe Decker has a whole life outside of Lucifer. She is a great mom to Trixie while still working full time. It only looks like Lucifer is the center of her universe because of her job. Chloe works a normal nine to five day. Lucifer also works a nine to five day– as Chloe’s partner. They work together nine hours a day and that’s mainly it. After that, Chloe goes home to Trixie.

You believe she is uptight and boring because her personal life is being a parent. A parent, I might add, to her first child. Statistically speaking, first time parents are usually harder on their child because parenting as a whole is new to them. Not to mention she is now divorced, undoubtedly putting pressure on her to be the strict parent, because we know from 2x03 Dan is not. This can cause stress and can make her come off as strict and boring. But we also have to taken into consideration: Chloe’s mom.

Chloe’s mom was obviously a more hands off parent. It’s clear that, before he died, her father was the one who took care of things. When he passed away; however, that responsibility fell to a 19 year old Chloe. As Chloe said in 1x10, she had to babysit her mom. Because of this Chloe was probably molded into the “boring” person you see today.

But going back to her own life: between trying to take care of Trixie and working, you’re right, Chloe doesn’t have a social life. Like I said, her life is her child. Once you become a parent, your first priority is your kid. Trixie is 8, she isn’t really independent yet, therefore; Chloe’s life is at Trixie’s beck and call.

But that doesn’t make her lose her personality. Chloe has personality, but she also has walls. She’s a very private person so it’s no surprise that she shuts herself away from even us viewers. In 2x12 we see behind her walls in the form an out-of-character, flirty Chloe who is more than happy to grab a piece of Lucifer Morningstar’s ass.

Whether you like it or not, Lucifer is Chloe’s foil. He’s the eternal teenager to her eternal adult. He brings out the 2x12 side of Chloe, but that is not all Chloe’s personality is.

At her center, Chloe will always be more serious than the average person, it’s just who she is. That’s not something that was brought about by Lucifer. She enjoys having fun, but we only see her at work–a place where you’re supposed to be professional. And her stoic personality has nothing to do with her being a woman.

Take Amenadiel: his personality is the same as Chloe’s. We thought he was a stone statue until 2x18 where he taunts Lucifer with his childish “I’m Dad’s favorite”. The same thing happens with Chloe in 2x12. We thought she was an uptight parent until we saw that side of her.

Everyone has different sides of themselves. Some sides they show, some they don’t. For Chloe, her serious switch is stuck on high and there is nothing wrong with that.

So to sum this up: Chloe Decker is a working parent. She was forced to grow up at a young age. Most of our interactions with her are at her workplace where she is required to take things seriously. She has a life outside of Lucifer in the form of Trixie. And most importantly: Chloe Decker is not boring.

Summary of Hamilton Songs
  • Alexander Hamilton: Yo I'm Alexander Hamilton and these are all the bitches I've fucked and/or fucked up
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: Let's see how many things rhyme with Burr (also BRRAAAAH BRRAAAAH)
  • My Shot: Hamilton's not throwing away his shot or the fucking mike like holy shit this song is good
  • The Story of Tonight: We are best buds and this song is in no way foreshadowing sad events what are you talking about lets have another round
  • The Schuyler Sisters: WERK BITCH
  • Farmer Refuted: Hamilton: "My dog speaks more eloquently" Everybody: "OOOOOHH!"
  • You'll Be Back: The king's an abusive boyfriend who can't let things go and is also really cute--DA DA DA DA DA
  • Right Hand Man: HERE COMES THE GENERAL MOTHERFUCKERS
  • A Winter's Ball: We're reliable wITH THE LADIES!!!
  • Helpless: Eliza is a cinnamon roll who needs her happy ending stfu
  • Satisfied: Angelica fucking wrecks it like holy shit this song will bring me back to life
  • The Story of Tonight Reprise: "She's married to a British officer" "Oh shit..."
  • Wait For It: And we all fall in love with Burr cuz he tears this shit up
  • Stay Alive: "I'm a general! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!" (And Hamilton will fight anyone like holy shit boy calm the fuck down)
  • Ten Duel Commandments: The awesome sounding counting game of fUCKING DEATH
  • Meet Me Inside: Hamilton gets called to the principals office
  • That Would Be Enough: Dude seriously Eliza just wants you to not fucking die like how hard is that
  • Guns and Ships: Just...I just can't...just listen to this one fucking french asshole give it all he's got
  • History Has Its Eyes On You: Basically Washington telling Hamilton not to fuck up
  • The World Turned Upside Down: America wins the war and this shit is intense (also "Immigrants, we get the job done")
  • What Comes Next: The king is still bitter--"AWESOME! WOW!"
  • Dear Theodosia: Dads and their kids make me cry every time also we see parallels between Burr and Hamilton like holy shit this is cool
  • Non-Stop: Hamilton slow down you're scaring ppl
  • What'd I Miss: Jefferson arrives 15 minutes late with Starbucks
  • Cabinet Battle #1: EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY
  • Take A Break: Ok am I the only one who notices the beat of nothing when the sisters are like "Angelica, Eliza...the Schuyler sisters" like where the fuck is Peggy is she dead i think she's dead holy shit NO
  • Say No To This: Hamilton you dumb fuck say no to this
  • ...also Maria can belt like you won't believe
  • The Room Where It Happens: Burr is done with everyone's shit (also this song is life)
  • Schuyler Defeated: Burr drops some major foreshadowing with "I swear your pride will be the death of us all"
  • Cabinet Battle #2: "...France"
  • Washington on Your Side: Hamilton better watch his back
  • "Southern motherfuckin' dEMOCRATIC-REPUBLICANS!" "OH"
  • One Last Time: Washington has had enough of everyone's shit and is going home (like seriously he's the smartest person in this play he leaves before shit hits the fan)
  • I Know Him: Oh King George! We were wondering how you were doing...still creepy?...ok moving on
  • The Adams Administration: "Sit down John, you fat motherFUCKER"
  • We Know: Hamilton fucks up and no one's surprised at this point (also I love the little "No one else was in the room where it happened" addition from Burr like it just rubs salt in the wound here for their "friendship")
  • Hurricane: More Hamilton backstory/Wait For It Reprise
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN I REPEAT SHIT HAS HIT THE GODDAM FAN (also Angelica: "I'm not here for you" Everyone: "Oooooohhh!")
  • Burn: Ok let me just say Lin-Manuel Miranda has done such a good job with Eliza's character like for someone who we don't know anything about history wise, he really brought her to life in ways that make me want to cry
  • Blow Us All Away Reprise: philip no
  • philip no
  • PHILIP NO (also ha ha ha with the name of the song ha ha ha I'm laughing so hard I'm crying)
  • Stay Alive Reprise: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
  • It's Quiet Uptown: I'm dead there's no god there's no light at the end of the tunnel everything's helpless and there are tears flooding my cheeks
  • The Election of 1800: Everyone is thirsting after Hamilton like leave the man alone at this point dear god
  • Your Obedient Servant: Burr and Hamilton are passive aggressive af
  • Best of Wives and Best of Women: I HOPE HAMILTON REALIZES HOW LUCKY HE IS TO HAVE ELIZA HOLY FUCK IM SO PISSED
  • The World Was Wide Enough: Reason for my death: Burr's "Wait!" when he shoots (and dear god I hope someone learns something from this like sometimes a fight isn't worth everything please I'm begging you learn to forgive)
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Eliza I'm so proud of you and I hope you find happiness in the end because I FUCKING DIDN'T THIS SHIT HAS ME BAWLING MY EYES OUT
  • ...time to listen to it all over again
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anonymous asked:

32 and pikelan please!! or -- really, any of them and pikelan if thats easier im just thirsty for pikelan lol

I think you are beautiful and I would like to kiss you.  I can think up some clever lines, if you’d prefer.  But I wanted to say that, first. (None of those lines seemed to be about you or me.)

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The small man has been sitting at the bar for three hours. Pike knows it isn’t him––he holds himself wrong, he’s dressed wrong, he moves his hands too much when he speaks––but a small, ridiculous part of her still hopes.

It’s been months since they all went their separate ways. She should really let it go.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Pike?” Grog asks when her head twists in that direction for the umpteenth time that night, and Pike looks back at him.

“Nothing,” she says. “Just a memory.”

Grog frowns. “What’s the point at lookin’ at something that’s already done?”

“No point, Grog.”

“Well then, quit looking.”

“Oh, alright,” she laughs, and he grins all big and pleased.

But her eyes keep drifting to the small man in a purple vest at the bar, and it’s not until he turns around and she sees his face––eyes too big, smile too small, neat-trimmed beard and slicked-back hair and everything he isn't––that she finally drags her attention back to Grog, and the story he’s telling about his most recent Crucible win.

He’s gone, Pike reminds herself. He wanted to leave. It’s well past time she saw him in every stranger she passed. Wishful thinking won’t bring him back.

(If it did, he’d be here already.)

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  • Blake: *Blake's finger tapped rapidly as she glances at her watch as she and her mother sat in a outside restaurant.* Where is she? She is never late. *She thought to herself, letting out a sigh as she took a sip of her ice tea.*
  • Kali: Is something wrong Blake? *Kali asked her daughter noticing her daughter's growing worrying expression.*
  • Blake: *Blake blinked, snapping out of her worrying trance while looking at her mother.* Hmm? Oh it's nothing seriously.
  • Kali: It's about Yang isn't it. *Kali stated with a small smile when her daughter blushing still before placing her hand on her shoulder.* Sweetie, You don't have to worry. Yang is still new to the lay out of our home. I'm should she will be here shorting.
  • Blake: Sigh, I know mom. I know. *Blake mutter patting her mother's hand.* It's just that I can't help it. Yang is never this later even when lost. Plus, with her being the only human on the entire island I'm afraid someone may try to pick a fight with her.
  • Kali: Aaaaw. That is so sweet. My little girl worried for my future daughter in-law's safety. *She sang happily before muttering to herself which Blake missed.* Plus, she isn't the only human on the island.
  • Blake: Her safety? I'm worried about the poor idiot that tries to start something with her.
  • Kali: Oh I'm sure Yang will behavior herself if someone starts something.
  • Blake: *Stares at her care free mom for a few second before speaking.* Mom. When Yang was trying to find clues about her mom's location she fought an entire nightclub is gangsters... And won.
  • Kali: Oh.
  • Yang: Hey Blakey! Hey Kali! *Blake and Kali heard, allowing Blake to let out a sigh of relief they her girlfriend made it right until the two cat faunuses turned their heads to find a slightly roughed up yet cheerfully smiling at them as she carrying a very large bag over her shoulder. The two watched the Blonde huntress effortlessly hop over the railing, showing no concern for the bag hitting the metal fence and let out a groan before making her way to them and giving a kiss on Blake's cheek and taking a seat.* Sorry I'm late. I got kinda lost and got a little distracted, haha.
  • Kali: We can tell. *Kali said handing Yang her napkin.* You got some blood on your cheek.
  • Yang: Huh? Oh, Sorry about that. Thanks. *Yang said touching her bleeding cheek before taking the napkin, cleaning her cheek and then picking up the menu.* Soooo did you guys order yet?
  • Blake: No we haven-Forget that1 What happened!? Are you okay!? *Blake panicked as she quickly and carefully looked over her girlfriend to check for any serious injuries.*
  • Yang: Yeah. I'm fine. I just had a little run in with some jerks that is all. Well, a few jerk, a nice guy that helped me out with said jerk with a cool weird looking arm-
  • Kali: Arm dark blue, both arms turning into blades and finger into claws, skin darkish gray, almost half of the left side of his face cover, Bandana covering dark blue and black hair, one sliver eye with a blue ring around it, bang pants with a kama, and a liquid/fire like stuff like aura but live that forms out of and around him? *Kali cut in.*
  • Yang: Yeah that guy. Anyway, We beat then up and I rushed over here.
  • Blake: You were attacked!? We have to call the police!
  • Yang: Don't worry Blakey. That guy, what was his name, Kai I think Said he'll take care of it.
  • Blake: And you just took his word for it.
  • Kali: Sweetie. I know the man she is talking about. Trust me. He's a hunter.
  • Blake: But still! We should at least get their names and report them!
  • Yang: Oh. That actually reminds. *Yang saids still smiled at she reached for the giant bag, causing great concern for Blake.* You one them said that they are an old friend of yours Blakey.
  • Blake: What do you mean? *Blake hesitantly asked as she and Kali watch Yang open the bag and with a little bit of a struggle lift up a tied up Ilia, her arms, legs, and mouth bound by some blue moving blade like edges aura.* I-Ilia!? What the hell!?
  • Ilia: *A blue symbiote like aura moves from her mouth.* Blake. I know what this looks like but I swear I was only trying to scare her off. I didn't mean to actu-mmm!! *She started to say before her mouth is covered again.*
  • Yang: Oh Good you do know her. *Yang continued to smiled, wearing a happy expression despite her hair slowly starting to ignite as an enraged aura forms around her.* So tell me Blake. Do you have any other exs that are going to try to KILL me I should know about?
  • ~~~
  • *Knock knock knock*
  • Blake: Just a minute! *Blake called out as she opened the door of her house and peaked out to find a tall man matching the description of the man Yang and her mom were talking about standing there.* This must be that Kai guy that helped Yang early. *SHe thought to herself.* May I help you?
  • Kai: Yeah Hello Sorry to bother you so late. I was hoping you could help me. Is a blonde hairs girl with a cybernetic arm staying here by any chance? I think her name is Yang?
  • Blake: Yes She is. Why do you want t-huh? *Blake began to ask until Kai tosses her a small yet thick envelope and starts walking away.* Wait What's this?
  • Kai: Her cut.
  • Blake: Her cut? Of what?
  • Kai: Of bounties and what I got for selling the asshole's that attacked her's weapons. Good night.
  • Ghira: Blake? Who's at the door?
  • Blake: Uh, nobody Dad. Just a package for Yang.

anonymous asked:

The Council finds out (through a Force vision/another prophecy/generic space wizard fuckery) that Anakin isn't the Chosen One - Obi-Wan is! How does Anakin react? How does Obi react?

When two Jedi knights had brought along an old woman from their mission who had demanded to speak to the Jedi council, Obi-Wan hadn’t been sure what to think. When said old croon had said she wanted to talk to the chosen one about the balance of the Force, he had started to get a wary feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Yet the council had brought Anakin to her, the blond looking at her with raised eyebrows as she stared back with blind eyes, leaning her cane before her eyebrows went high.

“This lump of flesh here?” The old croon in front of them prods Anakin in the side with her cane. “He’s certainly powerful, I’ll give you all this but power does not make a chosen one. Will does.” She snorted. “A personality made of star metal and pounded into shape by the Force itself, that is what a Chosen one is, not power alone. You have the wrong one pegged.” She turned unseeing pale eyes on Obi-Wan, a smile suddenly crossing her lips. “This one is more like it.”

Obi-Wan pressed his lips together before smiling. “That is a fanciful thing to say. But I’m afraid tha-”

“Shush! You will answer my question instead of evading them. Skilled the Force might have made you, but lie to me you can not. Where were you born?” She focused on him with startling clarity and Obi-Wan fought for his calm.

“Stewjon.”

“Lying to me won’t work. Your true place of birth.” She huffed and Obi-Wan tensed a bit, finding himself under close scrutiny by the Council and Anakin.

He pretended not to see the wide, questioning eyes of his former padawan.

“…Lego.” Obi-Wan offered shortly and she hummed.

“And your parents? Humans they were?”

“…Parent. And no.”

“Humanoid?”

Obi-Wan hesitated. “…No.”

“No. The Force would of course make a human but no humanoid parent even. Strange how that works. Appealing to more senses with a fragile human shell, all pale thighs and vulnerable belly.” She cackled a bit as she stepped towards Obi-Wan, moving from Anakin’s side towards him. It made the hairs on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck rise and he stood quickly, more intimidated by this blind old woman then he ever remembered being in his life by anyone else.

She placed the tip of her cane against his stomach, prodding lightly. “Yes, soft in shape. Do you know what you are?”

“I’m what the Force has made me. Whatever else doesn’t matter.” Obi-Wan retorted.

“Oh? The fact that you are the Chosen one from the prophecy? It doesn’t matter?”

Obi-Wan stared down at her, his mind blanking out as his body focused on survival, to keep him breathing. ‘What?’

She chuckled. “No, you don’t. But its a good answer, what the Force made you…” She cackled a bit. “And my, do I have a prophecy for you Chosen one.”

Blind eyes seemed to glitter.

()()()

“…Obi-Wan, are you alright?” Obi-Wan stared at his hands before giving a small laugh without humor at Anakin’s question.

“No. I always known I’ve was different. I put it down to…to my parentage. But this…” He shook his head a bit and swallowed heavily. “…I don’t even know what to do with this information. I can’t gather my thoughts even.”

There was some hesitation then Anakin walked to him, kneeling down in front of the council chair to meet the green gaze of his master. “Lets start from the beginning.” He took the older mans hands. “You’re the chosen one.” He squeezed the others hands and the Force seemed to hum in confirmation in a way it never had with Anakin.

Obi-Wan visibly flinched at it and clung to his friends hands, staring at him.

“You’re suppose to decide the balance. Fight a brother or fight a fiend.”

“Prophecy are a bunch of poodoo!” Obi-Wan stood but Anakin dragged the other man back down in the chair, keeping his grip on the hands.

“Obi-Wan…”

“I’m not fighting you…” Obi-Wan glowered before taking a deep breath and calming down, looking around the room. “And she might not be right. Whatever else is true, I was raised in the Jedi order, I’ve been here always.”
“One parent Kenobi?”

He jerked to and grunted at Kit’s questioning look.

“…Yes.”

“Not even humanoid yet you’re…”

“I have a secondary form if that’s absolutely interesting but that still doesn’t have to mean anything. I haven’t used that form ever. I honestly don-can we please just go back to normal.” He begged them quietly, feeling Anakin squeeze his hands.

“Perhaps retire for the day we should.” Yoda finally spoke up.

“Yes, please, we have things to do that doesn’t involve…a break would be good, resume tomorrow.” Obi-Wan looked around, relaxing when people nodded in agreement and started to file out. Obi-Wan mutely followed Anakin when the blond tugged on his hands, guiding him out of the chamber and through halls with a hand on his shoulder.

“…So…secondary form?” Anakin questioned lightly, as if the world hadn’t just been put in a spin.

“I haven’t used it since I was a child Anakin.” Obi-Wan sighed quietly, running a hand through his hair. “Its not…its strange. Different. I look…” He sighed quietly.

“Tell me about it?” Anakin questioned.

“…It has scales.” Obi-Wan murmured. “I resemble something…lizard like.” The redhead shrugged. “I remain bipedal but my legs get…bowed backwards and my eyes grow slitted.” He sighed a bit and looked at Anakin. “I don’t like it. Its why I ever only changed once. The way the form makes me feel is…”

Anakin squeezed his shoulder. “Alright…I understand Obi-Wan.” Then he smiled at him. “And hey, perhaps we can share the whole chosen thing. Would be nice to have someone to talk about it to.”

“You can talk to me anyhow Anakin.” The older man leaned against him, chuckling quietly. “…But right now all I want is a cup of tea and perhaps a nice game of cards?” He looked hopeful.

“Sure Obi-Wan.”

anonymous asked:

There was a post saying you needed more requests? If they are still open I have one? Rfa and saeran reaction to female MC getting really clingy with them because one of their co-workers were flirting with them? Sorry I tried my best English isn't my first language and I'm still trying to work on it

Yes, requests are still open, I promise to write a post when they’re closed, and will update it on my page. And this sounds interesting, just he way the FRA would react. I hope you like it, and let’s begin!

Zen

  • You didn’t think something like that would ever happen
  • Usually Zen was the one flirting
  • Of course that stopped after you two became a couple, but you never expected it to go the other way
  • Not really, not until you saw it
  • You hope that she was drunk, the way she acted, if not then it would be seriously embarrassing, not that you cared in the moment
  • “Hey babe~” she had said, approaching the very confused actor during the after party of one of the companies’ new hits. “Going my way?” Her voice seemed half slurred, and she leaned heavily on the man, who tried desperately to make his excuse, nudging his way out of the incident
  • You were hiding behind some curtains, watching the scene with nervousness and slight jealousy, no that wasn’t the right word, bitterness was more of it. The whole situation made you feel like a poisoned seed was planted in your stomach, nudging its way upwards, and slowly affecting you with it
  • “Um, I don’t know who you are, and I really need to go.”
  • “Come on sweetie!” She said, her words lilting and dipping downward
  • At least she wasn’t drunk enough to hug him, but she was obviously pushing her limits, skating her fingers along Zen’s leg, which made him twitch back again and again
  • “Look, I have to go. I’m sorry.”
  • Zen walked over, and spied you
  • Rushing over to you he titled his head questioning, and you nodded, seeing his face fall
  • “I’m so sorry.” He said, you just shook your head and hugged him tightly around the waist, burying your face in his shirt
  • He knew that you weren’t the most comfortable with PDAs, so he immediately melted
  • Hugging you back he stroked your hair gently, while you just breathed in his smell, trying to forget what had just happened
  • The rest of the night you gripped his arm tightly, looking around warily at every other girl who approached him
  • Zen noticed this, and made sure to kiss you and remind you that he will never leave you
  • Because sometimes we needed to be reminded that in life
  • Showers you with affection
  • And makes sure everyone else knows that his heart is taken, you are the only one for him
  • That will never change

Yoosung

  • Poor baby didn’t know what to think
  • He was so confused when this chick at the clinic walked up to him and started flirting
  • And not very subtly at that
  • He was tomato faced, embarrassed and guilty, being Yoosung
  • You had walked in on this, and immediately stepped to the side, unsure about what was going on
  • When you saw him awkwardly pushing the blonde away you breathed a sigh of relief, then decided to walk over
  • “Hey Yoosung!” You felt your heart pound in your chest
  • “MC!” Yoosung looked relieved, although the other did not, exclaiming; “Who is this?”
  • “This is the love of my life.” Replied Yoosung
  • “Hi I’m the love of his life.” You extended a hand
  • Yeah, you were putting on sass!
  • The girl gave a disgusted shake of her head and walked away while you hugged Yoosung tightly, him doing the same
  • The whole time you two were really lovey together
  • You both did not want to experience that again

Jaehee

  • She was socializing at a party, trying to scope out people to recruit
  • Baehee never stops working let’s be honest
  • So when she saw this guy walk up to her she thought it was the perfect chance
  • “Hello sir, I was wonderi-”
  • “Hey sweetie, you got some fries to go with that shake?”
  • Totally taken aback
  • And totally pissed
  • You do not flirt with the bae
  • “Um excuse me sir, but please refrain fro-”
  • “Come on baby!”
  • Just then you walked over
  • It was like you had a radar for girlfriend in distress
  • “I’m a girlfriend, I’m in distress, I can handle it. Have a nice day!”
  • I had to
  • You immediately kissed her and hugged her super tightly
  • The guy kinda got the gist, looked disgusted, saw Jaehee’s glare, and walked away
  • The whole rest of the time you were trailing after her, asking her a bunch of questions, trying to make conversation
  • Eventually she laughed and kissed you
  • “I will always love you MC”
  • You blushed slightly but accepted
  • You will too
Jumin
  • He doesn’t understand the concept of flirting
  • No really, hear me out
  • He hated the idea of love, seeing his father was a reminder of that
  • Then you came along and changed that
  • So there was no period when he actually flirted
  • So he’s really innocent when it comes to this
  • He was at a party, you with him, and a girl walked up to him
  • She was flirting so obviously you were cringing
  • But Jumin just stared at her like she was from outer space
  • “What are you talking about? You’re being ridiculous.”
  • Yes this boy is totally innocent when it comes to flirting
  • But you made sure to let the girl know that you were the one for him
  • “Sorry, I need to speak to my fiancée for a minute, please excuse us.”
  • The girl was left dumbfounded while you pulled Jumin aside for a kiss and a hug
  • Realization dawned on his face, and he looked down expectantly
  • “Are you mad at me?” He asked anxiously
  • “No, don’t worry. Just please let me be a bit clingy.” You admitted, to while he smiled
  • Of course he’ll let you
  • You snuggled up to him once more, hearing his heartbeat
  • You loved everything about him
  • And no one was going to change that
  • He thought that too
Saeyoung
  • Now even though this guy doesn’t get around a lot he knows a thing or two about flirting
  • So at a party he caught onto the girl immediately
  • You yourself were hiding behind a pillar watching the whole thing go on
  • Saeyoung kinda goofed off, and eventually he waved you over
  • “This is the love of my life MC! MC, this is Emilia.”
  • You nodded a greeting, half clutching at Saeyoung’s waist
  • She nodded to you, before going back to her scene, trying somehow to get Saeyoung to ditch you or something
  • Saeyoung deflected everything with tact, but you were getting obviously uncomfortable
  • Eventually Saeyoung laid the girl off and went to ask you something
  • “Are you okay MC? You seem really tense.”
  • To that you hugged him tightly
  • He smiled softly before hugging back
  • “I see.”
  • You nodded against his chest and he lifted up your chin slightly
  • “Listen, I will always love you. That will never change. And just because some random girl tries otherwise doesn’t mean I’m going to change that.”
  • Kissing you he allowed you to process everything
  • “I love you.” Was your only answer
  • He smiled against your lips
  • “I will always love you.”
Saeran
  • He hated any form of PDA
  • Heck hugging when his brother was in the room was too much sometimes
  • Okay maybe all the time, but the point still stands
  • So when he was buying you ice cream, you were on a bench nearby, and a girl approached him he immediately turned sullen
  • Kudos to her she didn’t back down
  • She just continued
  • “Oh you bad boy!”
  • By then Saeran was grinding his teeth, staring at the back of your head as if to say; DO SOMETHING!
  • As if by magic you turned around to see the whole thing
  • umping up you ran over to Saeran and gave him a firm hug, nuzzling your cheek against his chest
  • The girl looked taken aback, and Saeran looked so relieved
  • Hugging you back he put the cups onto a table on the side
  • He usually hated this but, he could feel your unease
  • You obviously hated this situation as much as he did
  • The girl scoffed at you, but Saeran gave her a death glare so poignant that she gave a small shriek and went away
  • Hugging you back he rubbed his hands on the back of your shirt
  • “Is she gone?” You whispered softly, voice on the verge of tears
  • “Yes, yes she’s gone.” He said, and you relaxed
  • “Want ice cream?” He asked and you took it
  • At the park you were much more touchy than usual
  • Your hand never left his body, arm, hand, waist, it didn’t matter
  • You just needed to feel grounded to him
  • And you realized he was doing the same thing
  • When you asked he just smiled at you and kissed you
  • Actions speak louder than words right?
  • “I love you MC, I will always love you. No one is going to take me away from you because I won’t let them. I won’t leave you.” HE whispered to you, and you smiled
  • “I will never leave you either.”
  • He smiled shyly at this, but kissed you again
  • It ended up being a good evening

Done! My computer is so loud and slow!

anonymous asked:

How would your Gladio react if his s/o was an ex-Kingsglaive member , who just got the news about her friends ( or family, because she was actually pretty close to them )? Expecially when his s/o tries to act like it isn't a big deal, continuing to joking around and being a bit sassy, while she's actually suffering in silent? Thank you for the attention and sorry for the bad english! 😆 Also, I really enjoy your writing! Everything I read here seem so sweet and romantic. ❤️

Thank you so much, dear!! Sweet and romantic is what I’m aiming for! Although I’ve been throwing in a lot more emotions lately, haha.
Don’t worry about your English - you’re doing great! Keep up the good work!!
Also, super adorable request! Be prepared to hop on the angst train though - I took the beginning of this straight from the end of chapter 1.
This was fun because I don’t get to write scenarios for Gladdy or Prompto that often! This is actually my first Gladdy scenario so sorry there’s a lot more of her than Gladdy, I seem to do that a lot eep! (;ω;)

Fallen

“Insomnia… falls.”

Prompto’s voice broke the silence as he read the headline of the newspaper in Gladio’s hands. He looked up from the paper to Noctis, whose mouth was open as if he were looking for something to say.

“What?” Noct finally managed a shaky voice that quickly turned to one of anger, “This your idea of a joke?”

The way he spat the words at his friend caused Prompto to take a half step backward. Ignis stepped forward, his stern yet sympathetic gaze falling on the prince.

“I need you to calm down so I can explain,” Ignis said quickly, his eyes not moving from Noctis.

“I’m as calm as I’m gonna get!” Noctis practically yelled the words, closing the gap between him and his adviser faster than one could blink.

“There was an attack…” Ignis began, but his words trailed off. He cleared his throat before speaking again, “The imperial army has taken the Crown City.”

Noctis stood staring at Ignis, dumbfounded. Silence filled the room. Prompto turned and looked out the hotel room window, leaning heavily against the window sill. Ignis finally removed his eyes from Noctis, shifting them to the ground.

“As treaty room tempers flared, blasts lit the night sky,” Gladio’s voice finally broke the silence as he read the article, “When the smoke about the Citadel had cleared, the King was found… dead.”

“No. Wait,” Noctis said quickly, his voice beginning to shake, “Hold on!”

The voices continued to reach her ears, but the young woman was no longer processing the conversation. She stood up from where she sat at the end of the bed and quickly left the hotel room. Her footsteps echoed as she walked rapidly down the hallway her hand fumblingly found its way into her pocket. She pulled out her phone as she stepped into the lobby of the Galdin Quay. As she tapped the phone screen anxiously a few times, she found herself standing on the dock. How she had gotten down the stairs was beyond her; her legs were numb, shaky. No, not just her legs, her entire body.

Leaning on the railing, she tapped the phone screen one more time before holding it up to her ear. It was ringing - that had to be a good sign, right? She put her elbows on the railing, resting her forehead on her fist.

“Nyx here. I’ll get back to you eventually.”

No no no, she thought as she quickly hung up and dialed another number. The words “Insomnia falls” kept running through her head as the phone rang again.

“Hey, you’ve reached Crowe Altius. Leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as possible.”

Nearly giving up hope, the girl dialed another number, letting out a shaky breath as she lifted the phone to her ear once more.

“Hello? Y/N is that you?”

“Libertus!” She sobbed his name out. She couldn’t recall a time she had been so happy to hear somebody’s voice. “Is it true? Insomnia… has fallen? Are you okay? What about Nyx? Crowe?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Libertus’s voice wasn’t filled with its usual joy, “It’s true though. And Nyx and Crowe…”

He trailed off. Nothing more needed to be said in that regard. They spoke for a few more moments before she hung up the phone, stuffing it back into her pocket. She buried her face in her hands. Nyx and Crowe were gone. Her love for them was so great - they were the family she never had. She couldn’t help it as she let out another sob. How could she possibly go on without them?

Her few moments alone had passed. The stairs behind her creaked and she quickly wiped her eyes before turning around. Gladio was standing at the bottom of the stairs, a solemn look on his face. His eyes seemed to scan her before he took another step toward her. She tried her best to lean casually against the railing, attempting a halfhearted smile. As the smile slipped from her face she realized it probably wasn’t the right time to smile in this first place.

“How’s Noct?” Her voice came out much stronger and clearer than she had expected.

“Not good,” Gladio said, still staring at her skeptically, “And I know you’re not good either. You’ve been crying.”

Gladio always knew. After all of this time, how could she have been foolish enough to think she could hide her tears from him.

“I’m fine. I’m worried about you and the guys, really. You all had family in the city. Did everyone make it out?”

“Iris is on her way to Lestallum. Don’t know about my dad. No news on Iggy or Prompto’s families yet either.”

How was he holding it together so well? She knew she certainly wasn’t.

“What about the Glaive? Have you heard from anyone? I know they were like family to you.”

She could feel her eyes grow hot, the tears beginning to sting. Her family was gone. Her brothers and sisters… gone. The two stood in silence, a large gap between them. The only sound was that of the waves crashing softly against the dock’s posts.

“Everything’s fine,” she managed a smile, “The Glaive’s fine. We’re fine. I’m fine.”

Gladio wasn’t as stupid as she was making him out to be though. He finally closed the gap between them, resting a hand on her hip. No words were exchanged, but he locked eyes with her and didn’t look away. He knew. She didn’t need to say anything more. He knew she wasn’t fine.

A few more moments of silence passed. She opened her mouth to speak, but a shaky sob came out instead.

“Gladdy,” she whimpered. Fighting it was useless.

Gladio had his arms around her in an instant. One arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, the other hand moved to the back of her head. She buried her face into his chest, unable to control her tears anymore.

He held her close, gently kissing her on the top of her head. She had nobody besides him, and he was fully aware of that, especially in this moment. And he wasn’t going to let her live life alone. He was going to protect her with every ounce of his being.

As he held her close, her body shaking with sobs, Gladio felt tears beginning to form in his own eyes. What could possibly lie ahead for them? He had no idea and it scared him more than anything. Gladdy knew he couldn’t let anyone know he was even slightly fearful though. The guys relied on him being tough. She relied on him to be her rock - and she needed him now more than ever.

Gladdy kissed her head again, blinking rapidly in hopes of stopping the tears.

“I’m here for you. I will always be here for you. I’m your family now, okay?”

She didn’t say anything, but her arms slipping around him in a tight hug was the only acknowledgment he needed.

Hamlet: A very short and abridged version (Act 4)

Act 1 Act 2 Act 3

Scene I

The Queen’s room with the King and Guildencrantz

Claudius: Hey, honey. You’re a bit pale. What happened?
Gertrude: *shocked* Hamlet came in, screamed obscenities and killed Polonius. (Nervous breakdown, I tell you. Nervous breakdown.)
Claudius: *pats her head* Oh, Guildencrantz make sure that we get rid of him and everything will be fine. Let’s go to some friends. (What friends? Valium and alcohol? Opium?)

Scene II

Somewhere in the castle

Hamlet: Yes, I hid the body.
Guildencrantz: Where is it?
Hamlet: Lol. Nope. Mad! (And at this point I truly believe it. Being quite cheery for killing his almost father-in-law. Not giving a damn about his ex. Hiding a cadaver for fun.)
Guildencrantz: *sigh* Eh?

Scene III

Claudius: The guards looked everywhere, but they couldn’t find the body. Where is it?
Hamlet: Lalalala, you won’t ever find Polonius until you smell him.
Claudius: *pats Hamlet with a fake smile* Hamlet. You’re not well. We will send you to England with your friends. Only for your best. Get well! (Only that you make this seem new, but you plotted it for a while. And Hamlet new already anyway. But hey, better tell everything twice. 😉)
Hamlet: Cool! Bye!

Scene IV

A field somewhere in Denmark

Fortinbras (heir to Norway, was also tricked out of his throne by his uncle taking over, sounds familiar?): Hey, you Captain. Can you go to the King and tell him that we’ll march through Denmark on our way to war with Poland? Thanks! (FORTINBRAS!!!! MY FAV!!!!! *heart eyes* The best of the best! The one that they cut in every second production! The coolest of them all. – The only good thing about Benedict’s Hamlet was that they kept Fortinbras and gave him a great coat. THAT COAT! AND FORTINBRAS!)

The same field, Hamlet walks by (Denmark isn’t bigger than a shoe box by this account)

Hamlet: Oh, so many soldiers. Who is their commander and why?
Soldier: Fortinbras of Norway and we’ll conquer Poland.
Hamlet (on his own): I have to move forward with my revenge, as does he with his. Never lose focus.

Scene V

Queen: Oh please, don’t make me speak with Ophelia. I can’t bear it. How is she?
Horatio: Well, broken-hearted. Mad with grief.

Horatio brings in Ophelia

Ophelia *sings, mad with grief and barely coherent*: My brother’s gone, my boyfriend broke my heart, and then my dad was slain. *sobs*
King: Hey, how are you? *gently takes her hand and tries to sooth her* (I think for once there is an actual kind reaction from him. Ophelia’s situation is THAT horrible, that it melts even the coldest and lights the darkest of hearts. Who has no pity for her has no heart.)
Ophelia: I only hope that everyone is happy, not like me who can’t do anything but cry. Goodnight. *sad-smile* *leaves*
King: Oh god, please, Horatio. Follow her and make sure that she is well. – Oh Gertrude, this breaks my heart. To see the nice and kind Ophelia affected by sorrow that way. (You didn’t think twice when it was about Hamlet though, right?)
A guy storms in: Oh, god! Laertes is coming. With an army. And he is furious! (Laertes is back! After two or three hours! Hey, and somehow he doesn’t like that his family was destroyed by Hamlet’s and Claudius petty revenge game. Let’s see who’s side he takes!)

Laertes: WHO THE FUCK KILLED MY DAD!
King: Not me. Hamlet was it!

Ophelia comes in with some flowers.

Laertes: Oh god. Pheli! (Honestly. Just reading and writing this makes me cry. I can’t find any funny responses or anything. Just imagine being a guy who goes on to university in high spirits. Comes back a few weeks later, because he heard his dad was murdered. And then he sees his sister. His little sister that was always something like his sunshine and she doesn’t even recognise him. Torn apart and driven made by grief.)
Ophelia: Here, everyone. Have some flowers. I miss my dad so much!
Claudius: Okay, Laertes. I feel your grief. Chose now. We can plot together to get revenge for your family.
Laertes: YES!

Scene VI

Letter from Hamlet to Horatio: Dear Horatio, had some fun with pirates. Guildencrantz are still going to England *winky face*. I’m back in Denmark. Come to me as soon as possible. – He, who you know is yours – Hamlet (If you ever wondered about the “Hamlet and Horatio are gay”-thing.)

Scene VII:

Laertes and Claudius work out a plan (because that went well so far)

Laertes: Tell me again, why didn’t you kill Hamlet if you know it was him?
Claudius: Because I actually truly love my wife and it would break her heart, beside it looks bad for me as a king. (You can totally make up which of the parts is more important. Claudius the guy, who did everything for love or Claudius the ruthless-powerhungry villain. Shapes the whole play and makes nearly equal sense.)
messenger brings in a letter: Hamlet is back and wants to meet you!
Laertes: He. Destroyed. My. Family.
Claudius: Yes, and I have a plan! Just tell me you’ll do anything for revenge!
Laertes: Yes.
Claudius: I know you are the best fencer – far better than Hamlet, so we’ll set up a match. To be sure we’ll poison your weapon and if that’s not enough we’ll have a drink with poison set aside for Hamlet as well. (Claudius doesn’t take chances. )
Laertes: Yes!

Gertrude comes in: Ophelia drowned.
Laertes: No more tears!

Act 5

anonymous asked:

National City's newest villain knows that Kara is in love with the reader so he kidnaps and tortures her. "Your greatness weakness isn't Kryptonite Kara Zor El, it's her."

It was superfriends night, you were currently winning Monopoly, Kara snuggled into your side. You run your fingers through her hair as you add another twenty dollars from Winn you your pile. He huffs in defeat, glaring at Kara and crossing his arms.

“It’s not fair! You gave Y/N all your money at the beginning!” he exclaims. Kara sits up in your lap, prepared to make a comeback. Her hair falls into her mouth and she spits to get it out, you chuckle and encourage her to continue with ‘What Winn has coming to him.” Kara nods, about to speak when she winces. Kara’s hands fly to her ears, Alex is up in alarm, Maggie concerned for both of the Danvers.

Winn sits there confused but equally anxious, James is worried, his finger hovering over his watch in case he needs to call Clarke for help. You put your hand on her shoulder, holding her close, whispering if she’s okay. She says yes but you don’t believe her for a second. You get up from the couch to get her some water, Alex taking a spot beside Kara while you go to the kitchen. 

As you’re getting her a bottle from the fridge, there’s a knock at the door. You say you’ve got it since you’re already up. You open the door a smidgen, about to tell the person who knocked that you’re in the middle of something.

You’re not sure if you were hearing things but there’s no one there when you open the door a bit more; but then there is and suddenly your world is somewhat dizzy and a voice that sounds like James is saying ‘Hey where are you going?’ and you don’t remember much after that. You don’t think the person kidnapping you wanted you to anyways.

When you wake up it’s dark and reeks of mildew. The room has little light coming from the tiny windows near the ceiling of whatever you’re in. It doesn’t seem to be a cage but more of a crawlspace. You don’t see any doors so you’re wondering how your assailant got you in here since you obviously can’t fit through such a small window. 

“Hello Hello, somebody’s finally woken up,” a high pitched voice echoes throughout the room. You’re confused but not scared, you’ve had enough training sessions with Alex to be ready for whatever this villain or person is going to throw at you. You assume it’s from some kind of PA system, one you can’t see or one that’s inside your head. You hope he hasn’t bugged your head, okay so maybe you’re a bit scared because of that idea.

“Kara’s here, in case you’re wondering-”

“What did you do to her?” you demand, a laugh comes from whatever system he’s sending his messages through.

“It’s not her you should be worried about darling, it’s you.”

The world’s spinning again and the last thing you remember is the taste of your own blood seeping into your mouth.

You wake up in a well lit room, Kara’s across from you. She’s been crying, she doesn’t seem to be tied up so you’re wondering why she isn’t coming to help you out of this trap or room or whatever it is this time. You smile at her, she sobs. You’re confused and worried, Kara isn’t supposed to cry when you smile at her, why is she doing so now?

“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” the same voice plays back. You groan, having to deal with whatever this dude was up to again. “Would you do the honors Kara?” Kara shakes her head in disgust. The villain scoffs over the intercom, saying he’ll just have to do it himself then.

There’s a surge in your stomach, something isn’t right. Your mouth feels heavy and you can’t move, not like you were able to before but now you can’t even speak. Kara’s sadness has turned into anger and selflessness. 

“What do I have to do to save her?” she yells. Another sickening laugh bounces off the walls of the room.

“Your greatness weakness isn’t Kryptonite Kara Zor El, it’s her.”

“Answer me, what do I have to do!”

“Simply help me rebuild krypton, the right way this time.”

“Never, never in a million years would I help you kind rebuild the very planet you helped to destroy,” she spits. Suddenly the intercom is quiet, your mouth still feels heavy and your eyes are starting to droop but you know from the relieved look on Kara’s face that it’s all over. That you can go home now, if you’re able to make it there in one piece. 

anonymous asked:

What do you think about Louis saying he hasn't lived fatherhood yet? Like yes Freddie isn't even 2 but the phrasing seemed like he was suggesting a separation from the experience of fatherhood? He said Freddie doesn't inspire him to write nor does fatherhood. These are things I have trouble not treating as shady or odd ways of describing something, particularly compared to Liam using Bear's heartbeat in a song & talking in detail about fatherhood changing him.

What do you mean by shady or odd………………………………..? You think even if these things you said are true (and not heavily distorted bits of bias I know you’ve cribbed from The Larries) that it would mean……… what?

But anyway, things Louis has actually said about his child:

There are songs that kind of draw on the pressures of being a dad.

He loves music anyways. I think naturally in the production, when I put on hip hop music, that’s when he’s in his element, bopping along. But he’s also obsessed with my acoustic guitar, which is really exciting for me. It’s like his favorite toy, I mean, he’s gonna break it pretty soon, but he’s like obsessed with it, which is like real nice. [So did you play [the guitar] for him?] I mean I’m still learning myself, I can only play four chords but I’m getting there. But I’ll play it a little bit and he’ll want to snatch it off me, he’s kinda obsessed with anything that plays those sounds.

I suppose it just naturally does teach you more responsibility, I suppose. I’m sure other dads can relate to this, I feel like also, ‘cause I’m at this age, when I’m with Freddie I’m almost in a different headspace, than I am you know, as mature as I possibly can be at twenty five, but then when I’m with my mates, I kind of go back to that eighteen year old headspace. I think it’s about keeping a balance.

I wouldn’t have made this decision if someone asked me on the day. But thank God that the decision was made for me because it’s just a blessing to be this age and to be able to have a child. What I loved about my relationship with my mum — she had me very young when she was 19 — is that it never felt like there was a generation gap. “I witnessed that with so many of my friends. You know, ‘My mum just doesn’t get it’. Hopefully because of the closeness in age, I will be able to give that to Freddie, too.” There are a lot of men for who the idea of having a child is really intimidating but I’ve grown up around kids. My mum was a midwife, so I’d forever be holding kids if she wasn’t popping them out herself. It took that kind of fear away from me because what I saw in my mum is that all it takes is relentless consideration and love. The actual science of it isn’t too f*****g hard. Fundamentally it’s about being as good as you possibly can. 

You only need one smile from your son, big smile or for him to pull a stupid face, and you’re like, all right, I can’t be grumpy in the morning.

Oh it’s so fun at the moment. I actually had to be away for promo for like the last three weeks so I hadn’t seen Freddie so I saw him for the first time yesterday. And it was so fun. I mean there’s just so much personality. It kinda goes from not doing loads - yeah being super cute - but not necessarily doing loads and now it’s just so rewarding. I mean like he’s starting to talk, running around, showing off, all that stuff. It’s really fun.

Luna is a mirror.

In my more fanciful moments, I truly believe this. In Princess Celestia you see power, you see glory, you see knowledge and law. You are helpless not to be awed by it. And in Princess Luna, you see yourself. And you are just as helpless against the truth of what you see.

“Hey, uh, Rarity? Are you in there?”

“What? Oh, yes. What is it, Twilight?”

“I asked how your Canterlot shop was doing lately.”

My eyes are on Luna again, and I force myself to respond before Twilight fades out of view and I forget what she asked me once again.

I chuckle. “I’d love to talk business, darling, but I’m afraid I’ve had a little too much wine. I don’t have much of a head for numbers right now.”

“You’ve had two sips from that glass.”

“Yes, well, I’m a notorious lightweight.”

“That is the least true thing I’ve ever… and Pinkie is naked in the punch bowl. Excuse me.”

“Of course. Please thank her for removing her dress this time.”

In the distance, I hear Pinkie shout, “I’m the secret ingredient!” And I’m sure I hear more than a few cheers along with it. It seems we’re having our usual effect on important state events. I don’t think Twilight would have it any other way, really.

…Goodness, where was I? Ah, yes. Luna.

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mistystarshine  asked:

I agree with your post on Akira, but since tumblr won't let me quote entire paragraphs for an ask, I'll just say, "Akira isn’t somehow immune to the world bearing down on the rest of her, she can’t abstain from the conflict to take a personal self help journey." <--- THIS. I'm hoping that Ishida knows this and, when she next appears on screen, will address it. 'Not taking a side' just isn't going to be an option for long. I love Akira's character, but she and Amon need to stop living in denial.

That’s my same stance too. I don’t really have a good word for this so I’m going to make one up, there’s this kind of assumed “human privilege” that some humans are innocent and get to choose whether to abstain from the fight or not.

It’s something we see Touka halfway acknowledge, but then not make the full connection when speaking of her and Akira’s fathers. That Mado had a choice, he could have simply chose not to fight against ghouls. She compares this to her own father, but that’s always struck me as off. Arata perhaps could have chosen not to work so hard to grow a kakuja, to defend himself so viciously against CCG officers, but even if he had chosen that he and his children still would have been hunted by the CCG and lived under that pressure their entire lives. 

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Sometimes, Love isn’t Enough 4/?

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Hi. Hope everyone is having a great summer. So yeah. It’s August. And the last time I updated was in June. UHHHHMMM.

I would call it summer laziness, and it partly is. But the beginning of this chapter was very difficult for me to write, and inner me won and I ended saying I would do it almost everyday, but then the amount of emotional energy that was required was just blehghfhadaksdl. Oliver is very hard to write, and making him express his feelings in writing is even harder. BUT ITS DONE. I AM VERY SORRY FOR THE WAIT.

This chapter hopefully answers a few questions as to why Oliver did what he did, and it’s a pretty simple answer.

And you will notice that some canon events are shifting (obviously). And seeing Oliver’s inner thoughts are LEGIT AMAZING. You can’t even read him by his face. He’s like a book that’s snapped shut. A certain blonde has the key ;)))

LONGEST CHAPTER I’VE WRITTEN PEOPLE. ENJOY THE MEAT. (Sorry if you’re Vegetarian :P)



Chapter 4: Lost and Found

Oliver loosens his tie, letting out a deep breath when he pushes the door of the Queen Manor until it clicks shut.

He leans against the door for a second, his forehead pressed against it. The slight sting of the cold brought miniscule relief to the migraine he was sporting.

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since that day he fucked it all up. That stupid thing with Sara that never should’ve happened.  

And Felicity.

He clenched his eyes shut at the thought of her. Her eyes red through the tears, her soft voice, filled to the brink with pain and hurt and so many other unspoken emotions.  

And he did it.

He did it.

He slammed his fist on the door, hearing the wood shudder at the sheer anger and strength he felt at the moment, the sound resonating through the walls.  

“Oliver?”  

He hears his Mom’s slightly panicked voice call out.

Moira calling his name once again brings him out of sulking and he turns around, only to walk towards the stairs without even sparing her a glance.

She doesn’t even deserve it.

“I know I don’t deserve your attention right now, Oliver, But it’s about Felicity,” she relents after taking a breath.

His eyes snap up instantly, looking up at his mom with trepidation.

Oliver’s chest tightens at her name, and the nerves around his mark stutter with shocks of pain.

The expression in his eyes laced with protectiveness, he answers with a terse,  

“What about Felicity?”

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