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Superhero Soulmates AU

           When you live in a world full of superheroes, there are worst things than meta human villains, invading aliens, and psychotic clowns. One of them is having a soulmate.

           Some say it’s better because your other half is easier to find, but they’re not the one who has a hero or a villain for a soulmate. You do.

Superman ✧ Physical Empathy Link ✧12345
Flash ✧ Tracker ✧123
Red Hood ✧ Timer 12
Batman Subconscious Link ✧1

Physical empathy link 
     You don’t feel their pain but your body wears your soulmate’s wounds and scars. You heal when your soulmate heals, but your soulmate heals only if you heal.

Emotional empathy link
    You feel what they feel.

    There’s a countdown for when you’ll meet your soulmate.

     There’s a measurement for how far/close your soulmate is.

Mortality Link
      When you’re 18 you only continue to age once you meet your soulmate. Some heroes and villains take advantage of this opportunity for immortality.

Subconscious link
    You and your soulmate share the same dreams lucidly.

Conscious link
    You and your soulmate have an involuntary telepathic connection.

Double vision
     Your right eye sees what your soulmate sees. In this special case eye-patches are worn to prevent double vision. Some people cover their left eye and watch the world through their soulmate’s eyes.

Identical birthmark
     You have the same birthmark.

Memory link
     Your past memories change to include your soul mate in your happiest moments, as if they’ve always been there, up until the moment you finally meet your soulmate.

Other Half
     A small memento broken in half is found in the blanket you’re wrapped in as a newborn child, and the other half belongs to your soulmate. Losing this memento will rid your chances of finding your soulmate. There have been rumors that criminals steal mementos and sell them in the black market, altering fate.

Mary gets it, LOVE her!

“But that makes the fans crazy, because they want to see more of that and get really upset when they don’t see any of it, so we try to sneak it in wherever we can.” This and many other reasons is why I LOVE Mary McDonnell!  I love that they (she & Ton) have a pulse on what the fans do really want and try their best to give that to us.  I think Sharon holding his hand and rubbing his knuckles in the last episode was Mary doing that for us.  At least they get what’s missing and understand our frustrations.

Submitted by cannibalsforhire.

[#334. Asexuals and pansexuals make excellent partners in crime because they feed off of each other’s opposite energies.]

the-consulting-strange-vidder  asked:

I have a textchat idea. After the special and the mind trip Sherlock did to the victorian era, Sherlock appears at the morgue with a fake mustage and wears it in Molly, trying to figure if she's more adorable with or without it, but it get's in the way when he's trying to kiss her, so he throws it away! Can you please do it?


Sherlock: *enters the morgue, sporting a little brown moustache*
Molly: *looks up; sighs, shaking her head* No.
Sherlock: *stepping closer* It’s not for me.
Molly: *giggles as he presses the stache onto her upper lip* You’re something else, you are.
Sherlock: *strutinizing her closely* Shhh. Pull you hair back… *gesturing* sweep it over.
Molly: *chuckles nervously* Are you having some sort of turn?
Sherlock: No, don’t be basic *smiles innocently* Please?
Molly: *begrudingly does as she’s told*
Sherlock: *steps back; narrowing his eyes, mumbles* How did I not see it?
Molly: *confused* Huh?
Sherlock: *still watching* Shhh.
Molly: *annoyed* Sherlock, I have work-
Sherlock: Strange.
Molly: What is?
Sherlock: Don’t move.
Molly: Sor-ry.
Sherlock: Molly!
Molly: Sherlock Holmes, if you don’t tell me what you are doing right now-
Sherlock: I’ve never found a moustache adorable before. Stop moving.
Molly: *giggles* Something you want to tell me?
Sherlock: Have you ever thought about growing a moustache?
Molly: *thinking* Well, when I was a kid I always wanted to be Hercule Poirot. Or Inspector Clouseau. Or-
Sherlock: *kisses her*
Molly: *blinking; in between kisses* Have you gone mad?
Sherlock: *pulls away* Hmm, you’re right *gently peels off the moustache; smiles* It was alllways you *boops her nose*
Molly: *frowns* What was-
Sherlock: *kisses her again*

representation can be lifesaving. but that is so small compared to what needs to be done. it’s a step, one i am lucky to be a part of, both creatively & academically. we need so many more steps, & i am not ashamed to work toward them in any way i can. if that means people i’ve not talked to in years unfriend or unfollow me on facebook, that’s a price i’m profoundly willing to pay. you know exactly where i stand, & i am not in this world to be quiet about horror; i am here to speak about the abject; i am here to speak with as much compassion & education as i can, because we cannot un-rape rape victims; we cannot un-murder black bodies—the calculus of violent loss is an equation that literally cannot be solved: we can’t solve post-traumatic bodies, really. we can change the environments around them to more inclusive, humanized space; we can shift our perceptions of the grotesque, but we can’t take away traumas. we can’t. what we can do is work toward things to be safer all the time. if that makes you ‘sad,’ or hurts your feelings, firstly, that’s not at all on me—your emotions are yours & i’ve no control over them; moreover, i am starting conversations about oppression & its deadly effects. if that makes you sad, it should. i am here to look at what we call monsters, when we dehumanize, or demonize, in the case of mike brown, people—remember: when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it (caitlyn siehl).

& in that vein—mostly: i am in this world, paramountly, to love. love isn’t always gentle; it isn’t always meek. love is brave; love is unusual & tragic & alive. if that is unsettling: maybe it should be; revolution always, always is to those in power. loss is ineffable—the only thing we have to combat it is love. the way of nature & the way of grace; none & all of the sublime. i am blessed—the kind of love that brings me back to myself—by the people in my life, by their words of kindness, by their support, by their gentle hands & pretty eyelashes. i am returned to myself—i ®evolve again & again.

finally: it is 98.6 degrees fahrenheit inside all / humans/ the freshly/ murdered/ their murderers/ and all of us/ between (ca conrad).

—  in response to an email from my mother, asking me to not post about ferguson or lgbtqia+ rights (or carmilla) on facebook bc it makes her wealthy, white, christian friends ‘uncomfortable’ & ‘sad’