Lexa only breaks out of her wondered daze when she hears Clarke giggling beside her. Her blue eyes are glassy when Lexa looks at her. She frowns in confusion until Clarke grabs her cheeks and kisses her messily. “Your face,” she whispers in explanation.
someday i’d like to break into jj abram’s house and beat him over the head with a box. then when he asks me who i am and why i’m doing this, i’ll tell him it’s a fucking mystery and then beat him over the head again for the next two years or so
My grandparents went out today and I slept in. When they came back from their errands I greeted them and they brought me Lunch- my favourite meal from the restaurant they went to. I damn near cried it made me so happy.
The Heathen Army is so lusty this morning! Allow me to further whet your appetites with the opening scene for a new multichapter fic I don’t have time for, but keep thinking about…
Ivar the Boneless had not been what she had been expecting.
When the chariot pulled the heathens’ dark-clad commander into the village square,
Aedre had forced herself to look up at the man responsible for ruining her
life. She lifted her eyes from the rough cords binding her wrists to the long
rope restraining her and the other unfortunate souls who had not run from the
invading warriors fast enough. He removed his helmet as he surveyed the ongoing
plundering of her home and she was shocked to see he was just a youth, with a
beautiful face and soulful, piercing eyes. The rumors had said the oncoming
Heathen Army was led by a ruthless man with a mind as clever as it was sadistic.
Some had whispered that he might be the devil himself, come to bring a
reckoning to Mercia and the rest of the fallen kingdoms of England.
The boy that sat in that chariot was almost a
disappointment. His dark hair was bound up in a strange row of braids and his
face was speckled with blood, but he was certainly younger than she was, though
by how many summers Aedre could not quite guess. His calculating gaze met hers
as he looked down the line of captives; she thought she saw a glimmer of
interest spark there before she cast her eyes down hurriedly. A shiver ran down
her back as she reevaluated her opinion. The face may have been too young, but
those hard eyes lived up to every rumor.
Aedre heard his tongue clack and then he was guiding his
horse past the row of her weeping and cowering countrymen. The heathens had
used some of them quite roughly before rounding them up into the square. The
young woman offered up a silent prayer of thanks that she had been found by one
of their strange armed women and led here to be bound up unmolested. She felt
her luck change, however, when the heathen commander drew up alongside Aedre
and tugged the reins of his horse curtly, stopping the chariot beside her.
His voice was a cold, low growl. “Þessi.” Though Aedre did
not know his language, another chill ran down her back. She could just feel
that he was looking at her as she stared meekly at the ground. “Horfðu á mig.”
A moment later his hand flew out in her direction, and a burly man who had been
following the chariot stepped forward and seized her chin. He turned Aedre’s
face up toward his commander’s.
Aedre was not sure what showed in her own expression then.
She was trying to hide fear and anger both, believing either one would bring
the wrong kind of attention. The boy called Boneless took the measure of her
face, then his eyes slid down over her body, taking a good long look at her
curves. Aedre steeled herself against the indignity of it, wishing she knew
what to do to repel his sinful interest.
He smiled out of one side of his mouth and flicked his
fingers in a lazy gesture. “Hafa hana tekið að tjaldi mínu.” He clacked his
tongue at his horse again, but his unreadable eyes lingered on her even as he
started moving away.
The big man let go of her with a shrug, went to speak with
the dirty warrior at the head of the line of prisoners. Aedre couldn’t tell
what it all meant. She snuck a glance behind her, studied the tall, proud back
of the retreating conqueror. He wasn’t looking at any of the other captives.
the portal fandom:
all of GLaDOS's human attributes come from caroline
the portal fandom:
here are my headcanons for human GLaDOS
the portal fandom:
aperture AIs are very humanlike considering they're robots
GLaDOS is gay
the portal fandom:
holy shit??? she's just a fucking robot???? not everything has to be Gay what the fuck. she's a computer she can't be gay..... shes just metal and wires......stop pushing your gay agenda onto this Robot who is Not Human Whatsoever...... she's not a lesbian she's a robot oh my god I hate tumblr.....
ok i've been stressing ever since leigh said she might write a book abt nikolai lmao. whar are ur theories? and what are the things u don't want to happen/things u do want to happen?
honestly i just want him to be happy?? and have a breather?? i’m a huge anti fan of unnecessary het ships so like i’d be happy if he’s not pushed into a relationship with someone new (or old for that matter,, unless it’s alina then HELL YEAH I’M GETTING NIKOLINA TSHIRTS FOR EVERYONE) when he has so much things to think about and so much stuff he has to figure out for himself - we never saw him cope with the aftermath of the war (and how it affected him personally) so i’m always wondering about that like?? is he hydrated?? does he eat well?? does he sleep?? does he have nightmares about what happened, does he discuss them with someone?? does he miss the sea, would he change anything if he could?? also this whole “ravka is broke” thing just????? came out of nowhere?? literally who asked for this?? bc yeah i get it a war is financially exhausting and i know THAT but it’s been two years and they still haven’t recovered which was why he joined kaz’s grand mission/scheme in the first place? and that’s a direct jab at his abilities as king and ruler bc it means he couldn’t think of a way to regain some of ravka’s riches and we all know that’s not true?? he’s a great king?? but yeah listen i think about this A LOT and i just want him to be happy and loved for 0.5 seconds without being dragged into smth he wanted no part of and has to suffer on behalf of someone else LET HIM BREATHE