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I’ve seen some random Tamlin things floating around my dash the last few days and I just want to say…

Yeah, people deserve second chances. (And sometimes third chances, tbh.)

Yeah, he may have suffered a sense of powerlessness, he obviously had difficulty controlling himself even in ACOTAR with his talons popping out every time he got upset.

Yeah he was facing the downfall of his court and a life of servitude to Amarantha.

But… those things + loving Feyre don’t make what he did ok? I’m not sure what is with the intense desire to defend him. He fucked up. It’s pretty clear. And loving someone is never an excuse for that. Nor is mental illness. We still have to be held accountable for our actions.

The Meeting (Part 1)

*****This fic switches between Alex and Maggie - all in 3rd person. The ~~~~~ represent the switches. I hope you can follow along and enjoy! 


Alex Danvers never thought she’d be fit for a relationship. Yeah, she dated around here and there, but the guy was either too boring or too dumb to understand the way her mind wandered. She assumed it was her, that she was the problem.

Maggie Sawyer, on the other hand, always pictured herself with a girl, regardless of the comments she pretended not to hear or the bickering when she held a girl’s hand in public. She tried so hard to please the world by hooking up with boys in high school, but it only felt right when she was with a girl. But the thing is…she hasn’t found the right girl.

Alex gave up on her life love soon after J’onn recruited her for the DEO. Her relationship with Kara has always been the most important to her. She didn’t really have time to go out on dates either, not with chasing around aliens all day. She didn’t know that was about to change, and quite frankly, neither did Maggie.

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Maggie went about her usual routine in the morning; brewed a pot of coffee, threw on a leather jacket and black skinny jeans, and bolted over to the precinct on her motorcycle. All the men in her unit gawked at her whenever she would pull up and swiftly remove her helmet revealing her dark hair and dimples. Their looks were unrequited. She immersed herself into every case file that was waiting for her on her desk. After all, everyone knew she was a badass, even though at first her petite size made her chief question her abilities to protect the city. But of course she proved them all wrong. That was just the way Maggie Sawyer rolled; she didn’t take shit from anyone.

The morning seeped into the afternoon slowly, making Maggie grow hungry quicker than usual. She decided to take an early lunch break to hit the city for some lunch. She jumped on her motorcycle and went straight to the food trucks. Maggie found a spot just close enough to the food trucks so she could read the menus while leaning against her bike. She inevitably chose “Burger Joes” only because she was in the mood for some fries and a milk shake. She observed two girls in line that seemed attached hip.

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Alex and Kara spent their morning training at the DEO. They recently got new weapons that would help humans fight harder against aliens, including new protective wear. Of course Alex couldn’t resist trying them out, and Kara obliged. Alex felt like a whole new person and could not stop jumping up and down at the thought of defeating an alien all on her own. After being in the training room for hours, the sisters were famished and decided to take a lunch break downtown at the food trucks. They were both in need of a good old fashioned milk shake and fries.

While they were waiting in line a revved up motorcycle pulled up right behind them. Alex turned to check it out, curious about the man controlling it. The driver stood up and took off their helmet uncovering their dark wavy hair. Alex’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of…her.

“Should I get the double cheeseburger or just two cheeseburgers?” Kara pondered her choices, waiting for Alex to tell her what to do as usual. It was silent for a few moments until Kara nudged Alex on the shoulder. “Hello, earth to Alex.”

“What?” Alex whipped her head back to focus on Kara.

“Did you just see an alien or something?” Alex’s little sister made an obvious turn around to take a look at her surroundings.

“No, no. It’s just that girl is driving the same motorcycle I have. No one else would ever think to get that but me,” it wasn’t just the fact that the girl had the same motorcycle as Alex, it was that Alex has never been so drawn into someone’s effortless beauty the way she just was. She’s never been so drawn into a woman’s beauty the way she just was. Kara giggled and glanced back at the confident woman leaning against her bike.

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Maggie noticed the two, she assumed best friends, right away; especially the slender woman with short brown hair. She’s seen a lot of beautiful women, sure, but this one…her mind even seemed beautiful which perplexed Maggie. She soon became intrigued, so she had stepped in line right behind them before anyone else could. She had been intent on trying to listen in on their conversations, and she could tell by the way the taller one was peeking at her motorcycle that she was interested too.

She didn’t know if she should say something to start a conversation. Maybe initiate one with the topic of motorcycles? No. Too nerdy. She thought to herself. Maybe compliment her? On what? Everything. Shut up you dumbass. Her tongue tied itself in a knot so she stayed silent. She was usually good at this, meeting new women and putting herself out there, so why was it that all of the sudden she couldn’t even introduce herself or bring up one her favorite topics?  She really is beautiful. Maggie analyzed Alex’s posture and her clothes and, well, her body. She seemed resilient and lionhearted and her legs…they were long and built. Maggie bit her lip as she made eye contact with her.  

The shorter, more stout girl started a conversation, so she listened in.

“Should I get a double cheeseburger or just two cheeseburgers?” She asked. There was no response for a bit so she continued on, “Hello, earth to Alex.” Then came a confused “What?”

Alex. Her name is Alex. Maggie was glad she could put a name to the girl’s face. She wondered where her mind was at in that moment, and wondered if Alex blanked out often.

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Alex never blanked out. Never. Her mind was constantly racing; with new facts, always having to know where Kara is, and with anything that has to do with any type of alien or weapon ever. She never blanked out. Not like this. She managed to get out her order and step to the waiting line.

“Can I get a name for your order?” The cashier asked.

“Kara,” she said then joined Alex.

“Are you okay?” Kara grew worried, which happened often enough that Kara always knew Alex would say yes.

“Yes, I think I’m just really tired and hungry from all the fighting today,” Alex offered.

“Well, you should be. You were kicking a lot of ass. A lot of my ass,” Kara giggled at herself for cursing which only made Alex join in. She glanced back over at the girl ordering her food.

“Can I get a name?” The cashier asked her.

“Maggie,” she returned.

Maggie. Alex looked her up and down, noticing her NCPD Science Division badge on her belt. Science Division and a cop, not bad. She couldn’t take her eyes off of her.

“Alex, are you sure you’re okay?” Kara nudged her big sister again. “You’ve been acting really strange since we got here.”

“I…I’m fine.” They continued waiting for their food. Alex froze when Maggie rubbed past her to reach the napkins.

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Maggie discovered the other girl’s name was Kara. Maybe she could research them both when she got back to the precinct. No that’s against the law. She had to do something. But what? She questioned herself hoping for an immediate answer. Maybe “accidentally” brush against her. That’s good. Do it. She noticed a small gap between Alex and the napkins and decided to take a chance. She stepped just close enough to where she felt Alex’s skin. She almost stopped breathing as she suddenly wanted nothing more than this stranger to become someone.

It was crazy, she hasn’t even said one word to this random girl and she’s already thinking about her becoming something more. That doesn’t ever happen. Not to Maggie Sawyer. She was dazzled and wanted more than just a brisk touch.

“You work in the Science Division of NCPD, huh?” Maggie was taken aback by Alex’s question. 

“I..I do,” Maggie shyly replied, her fingers clasping onto her badge. She noticed.

“That’s your bike too?” Alex nodded towards her motorcycle.

“It is.”

“I have one myself. I switched over to it because of the easy shift in gears and accelerated speed,” Maggie’s face showed nothing but shock.

“You know about ducatis?”

“Do I?” Alex scoffed but in the most adorable way - like she was incapable of being harmful to another human being.

“I’ve had this bad boy for a few years now, and I couldn’t be happier,” Bad boy. Maggie, what the fuck.

“Kara, your food is ready,” the lady behind the counter called out. Dammit.

“See you around…?” Was all Maggie could get out.

“Alex…Danvers,” Alex’s whole body was turned towards Maggie’s at this point, sending a dry patch into Maggie’s throat.

“I’m Maggie Sawyer. See you around, Danvers,” Alex couldn’t hide her smile and Maggie couldn’t hide her blushing. She was stuck between thanking God for Alex’s food being ready and hating him for letting her go too soon. Her eyes followed Alex and Kara until they were no longer in sight. She sighed when her name was called for her food.

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Maggie’s touch took over Alex’s mind. Kara, the food, her surroundings seemed to fade away only leaving Maggie. You have to say something now. Oh my God. Oh my God. Okay. I have to do it now. Her mind was running round frantically trying to come up with what to say. The badge. 

“You work in the Science Division of NCPD, huh?” Alex switched back to her confident side. Kara stepped out of the way so the two could talk.

“I..I do,” Maggie tucked her hair behind her ear and her fingers found their way around her badge. Alex noticed everything.

“That’s your bike too?” Alex didn’t know what got ahold of her, but she wanted to crawl through every inch of this stranger’s brain.

“It is,” Maggie was shy and couldn’t keep her hands still.

“I have one myself. I switched over to it because of the easy shift in gears and accelerated speed,” Maggie’s face grew surprised.

“You know about ducatis?” Maggie took a step towards Alex. Holy shit. Okay calm down, Alex.

“Do I?” Alex huffed but chuckled lightly.

“I’ve had this bad boy for a few years now, and I couldn’t be happier,” Alex couldn’t help but grin. She said bad boy. That was so cute. Alex’s thoughts were interrupted when Kara’s name was called. She snapped out of the bubble she suddenly found herself in with Maggie.

“See you around…” Maggie wanted more.

“Alex…Danvers,” she needed one last look at those dark eyes and dimples.

“I’m Maggie Sawyer. See you around, Danvers,” Kara displayed the overloaded milkshake making Alex’s mouth water. Not that it wasn’t watering before that. Alex followed Kara down the sidewalk and into the park behind the food trucks. 

“Who was that?” Kara asked.

“Just some girl…a cop,” Kara seemed to focused on the two cheeseburgers in her lap to notice Alex’s shaky voice. Her mind never left Maggie.

Dangerous Love | pt.2

Warning: Swearing; Panic attack; Smut; Calum feels; Fluff; 

Type: Bodyguard!Calum

Word Count: 4,184 

A/N: Thanks for requesting a part two! So glad you all liked the first part. Hope you like this one! 

Part One // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five 

Your arms stretched over your head as you yawned, and adjusted to the light that burst through your curtains. Low and hushed chatter came from outside your bedroom door, drawing you closer to get an earful of what was going on. 

“She can’t know about this, you hear me?” 

Your father.

“Yes sir.”

Calum. 

Your brows knitted together in confusion as the footsteps faded and silence took over. The conversation between your father and Calum played on your mind as you strolled towards your vanity to get yourself ready for the day ahead. Flashbacks of last night with Calum soon came creeping back, and although you wanted to be mad, a smile still tugged at the corner of your lips. It was almost like his delicate touch still lingered on your skin as you lightly dragged your fingers down your arm. 

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anonymous asked:

Namjin superpowers au

“wow,” seokjin murmurs, eyeing the spot where the large marble fountain stood not five minutes ago. “you weren’t lying. everything you touch really does end up…”

“dead.” namjoon gestures to the vacant spot in the middle of the park. “or… worse.” he hides the shake in his hands by shoving them deep in his pockets in an attempt to remain affable. but it’s hard, when seokjin is gazing at him with unreadable, soulful eyes. namjoon doesn’t need pity.

seokjin comes up beside him, close enough that their shoulders brush. namjoon has the instinctive urge to jerk away, not at all because he wants to, but for seokjin’s sake.

“you know,” he starts, tone deceptively light. “i once knew a guy who could blow things up with a single thought. he set towns ablaze with the flick of a finger.” seokjin makes a little finger gun in demonstration, pointing it at namjoon’s heart.

“sounds… sounds like a curse,” namjoon manages out.

“maybe. i made him angry, once.” when namjoon sucks in a horrified breath, seokjin holds up a hand. “it was my fault. i taunted him, because… well, because i was curious.”

“but he controlled himself.”

seokjin laughs. “no, he didn’t. he was young. we both were. i just survived.”

“… how?” seokjin doesn’t answer for several moments, and namjoon presses, “how did you survive being burnt alive?”

“like this.” then achingly slowly, as if not to startle a stray animal, seokjin tugs namjoon’s hand out of his pocket. namjoon tries to protest, but it’s like seokjin has him under some sort of spell - he’s bewitched and helpless to do anything but watch as seokjin intertwines their hands. bare skin against skin. 

namjoon stares down, equal parts entranced and horrified. he waits for seokjin to crumble under his touch, light extinguished like everything else in namjoon’s life had come to.

seokjin smiles, and under the evening glow of the moon, after several torturous eternities, namjoon curls his fingers around seokjin’s in wonder.

send me a pairing and an au and i’ll write you a 3-sentence fic

anonymous asked:

Whoa I'm sorry but how is KH a better game than KHII? Honestly curious because KH controls and camera were much worse and they were improved in KHII.

the combat felt like it became stupidly simplified, heavily favoring style of substance. The worlds felt too short and revisiting then for just another 30 minutes didn’t help either. On top of that, so many of the worlds had segments dedicated to mini-games instead of just keeping them in 100 Acre. The story took a huge dive once at KH2 too, the beginning of the crazy fucking end. The only thing I guess I can say the did right was getting rid of the platforming sections.

  • My niece: so i might be interested in playing Okita's route, i'm kind of curious--
  • Me: *already starting up Hakuoki* i knew this day would come and i am ready
  • My niece: i just said i was curious--
  • Me: *handing her the controller* i will take what i can get now chop chop stabby samurai ain't gonna woo himself
The reader is another sister of Claire and then she realizes that Owen is actually not what Claire said he's like...

Owen Grady x reader

Requested by: Anon


“Owen, can you please just help us?” You heard your sister Claire yelling in angry voice, while you were waiting for her in the car. She had gone to Owen’s house to ask him for help with a new dinosaur. But you noticed that she had gone there against her will. Your nephew Gray looked at you worried.
“What’s happening?” He asked peering out the window.
“I don’t know. But it shouldn’t be nothing serious.” You said with your eyes fixed on that man. You opened the door to the air circulate, and also to better understand what was going on. Claire was so nervous and kept shaking her foot, but he was relaxed and even laughed a few times.
“I’m tired of being here. Let’s get out!” Zach said while he was opening the door. You followed him to stop him from approaching them.
“Hey, Zach, stop it! Don’t interrupt them, is not nice!” But it was too late. Zach was already close to them. He stopped near the Owen’s motorcycle. He strolled around her, watching it closely. Owen glanced at him and walked over there, leaving Claire talking to herself. You also rushed to Zach.
“Do you like it?” Owen asked to Zach.
“Yeah! It’s pretty cool. Can I ride it?”
“Zach! I’m sorry for my nephew’s bad manners.” You headed to Owen. He looked at you, then to Claire, and again to you. He seemed slightly confused. You and Claire looked really alike. Your nose, red hair, and even the eyes were the same. But there was a difference, you were clearly younger than her.
“Nephew?” He questioned clueless.
“Oh, yeah…I’m Claire’s younger sister, (Y/N).” Claire stood in the middle of the two of you.
“And that’s Zach, and Gray. They came to visit the park. Owen, can we finish our conversation? Now.” Owen stared at you and you felt a little uncomfortable.
“Please, go on. It was our fault…I’m sorry once again.” You apologized to them and pushed Zach into the car. Gray followed you and you three waited in the car. Your sister and Owen continued their conversation, but, he was glancing at the car too often. It looked like they were talking about you. And they were, but you couldn’t hear it.

“So…she’s your sister? How old is she?” He smirked at Claire.

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anonymous asked:

hi, do you have any chill songs to recommend please, you reblog some good shit that i fw

thank-you! And off the top of my head I can think of these for now:
Travis Scott- drugs you should try it
Travis Scott - goosebumps

Asap Rocky - Demons

xxxtentacion - I don’t wanna do this anymore

xxxtentacion - lets pretend we’re numb

Saint JHN - Roses

Jaden Smith ft Willow - PCH

Post Malone - Mood
Post Malone - white Iverson
The Internet - special affair
Roy Woods - instinct
PND - Wus good/curious
Russ - losing control

SZA ft Kendrick Lamar - Babylon
Dean - Pour up
Mino - Body
The Fray - all of their songs lmfao (( swinging low))

fringes (i)

The story keeps changing, but there’s this:

Aloy, recently orphaned and learning how to heal on her own, how to live on her own in a place where no one knows her name. A boarding home of sorts, or an old property owned and leased out by some kind soul (one of the Matrons). Vastly different lives, different young women with stories of their own, merging together. Quietly dwelling under one roof. Aloy with her own room, her own time. So much time, too much of it. Too many memories she wants to avoid.

One day, she sets out into the city and finds a fenced off lot with people pitting handcrafted robots against each other. A sport. Metal beasts, a metal ring, Sun Ring (?), bets placed as machines clash on asphalt.

She watches this, entranced and curious about how such creations are controlled. Curious about who these people are, why they do this. Curious enough to want to participate herself, possibly build a bot of her own.

Transition.
Where does this lead?

And there’s more:

Sylens, a begrudging mentor and partner of sorts. A scholar. Mechanic. No, an engineer. He’s working on a way to control machine with mind alone. A wearable device, Focus. But it’s incomplete.

Aloy takes interest in his venture, ends up helping him. She is lured into a world she’s always chalked up to science fiction, as beyond her. She learns anyway, as a way to cope with her grief and to meet others, connect. Find belonging.

Fringes; a working title. People on the outskirts but carving out their own paths nonetheless. Tech blending and shaping the world as we know it. Unlocked potential. And what else?

Develop this some more.

Selfish Part II

In which it’s very difficult to love two people at the same time, and our favourite heroes learn it the hard way.

Note: I did NOT mean to let this fanfic take over my life. I did NOT mean to spend the last eight hours writing it. This was NOT supposed to happen, dammit.

Note2: Thank you all for the amazing response this little sh– err, fanfic got! All the likes, reblogs, comments and messages are very much appreciated, plus some of your tags were hilarious. I don’t know who told me to ‘wreck them’, but hell yeah I did.

Note3: Normally, I wouldn’t let you have it so soon, but this bastard wouldn’t let me live my life and I don’t want it anymore. JUST TAKE IT.

OH, and things get a bit steamy, by the way, but it’s still pretty tame (aka T rated). That, or I’m just too much of a sinner to be able to judge, welps.

Part 1 is here: http://rosereddaffodil.tumblr.com/post/134608884946/selfish (yeah, I have no idea how to do that fancy hiding the link beneath a word thing, judge me)


Selfish

Part 2

‘’…Ladybug?’’

Adrien’s voice was hoarse, mouth opening and closing for moments after he identified the spotted heroine who was confidently marching towards him, the sensuous swing of her hips not unlost to his verdant eyes.

She was the last person he wanted to see.

‘’You’re lucky I was patrolling around this area. It can get pretty dangerous at night, you know?’’ Ladybug waved her hand matter-of-factly, finally stopping at a distance that was not too close to be polite, but allowed Adrien to stare at her in all her glory: his eyes glanced over the smooth, rosy skin of her cheeks, descended to her modest but protruding cleavage and then her masterfully sculpted waistline, to hungrily take in her long, lean legs, after which he berated himself and brought his sinful gaze to a pair of azure eyes that could color oceans, glassy orbs that somehow made his head spin, affecting him more than her luscious body.

As she smiled invitingly, a smile that was actually kind and just a little shy transformed into powerful temptation, sinful and seductive and maddening. He swallowed. He had to say something. ‘’I was…’’

He was unable to finish, however, Ladybug paid his verbal incapability no mind. For the first time, she could see Adrien flustered, unable to control his gaze or even articulate himself – and it was because of her. The red coloring of his neck, the way his mouth moved but did not speak, the way his hands fiddled with the ends of his shirt in a visibly unconscious manner – it was all a reaction to her very presence, and it gave her a feeling of control that was unfamiliar, foreign, but she relished it.

The mask was on; clumsy, stuttering Marinette was gone. She was Ladybug and now Adrien was the one who lost his voice. The roles were reversed. She was in control.

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Last Night

A/N: Based on this imagine! I’m suffering terrible writer’s block, so I wrote this to try and get myself back into the swing of things before I go writing any more prompts. I’d rather screw up with something unprompted than ruin something that someone actually wants me to write for them!

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Word Count: 353

Warnings: A few swears and implied smut!

Summary: Roman and Seth know exactly what you two did last night.

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anonymous asked:

Just curious, when Chara was in control of Sans, why didn't they use his blue attack, they were able to use his bones and a demonic version of his gaster blasters so why couldn't they use his soul trait?

They had access to his knowledge and memories but his soul wasn’t cooperating so they had to power the attacks with their own soul, and I guess they weren’t feeling all that patient.
-TQ