declaration of hate

Ziam’s declarations of love

(Mostly transcribed from this audio post)

Liam: I met Zayn at McDonald’s…

Zayn: We had a nice little chat there…

Liam: Y’know Zayn-Zayn’s actually a very thoughtful person, you guys don’t really know the true Zayn, you guys have got a lot to learn about Zayn…

Zayn: I was saving you!

Zayn: Get off of ‘is ‘ead ‘es upset about it! 
Liam: Ow, he’s hurting me!
Zayn: Get off ‘im ‘arreh!

Zayn: I’ll stay with you Leeyum just coz I’m your friend…

Liam: It wasn’t very nice being on stage-
Zayn: Aww Leeyum!
Liam: Gonna cry man!

Liam: When he was on stage with us, I was smiling for no reason…

Liam: Oh and more thing with Zayn is when he says he’s um-
Harry: There’s only one Liam?

Zayn: I tweeted “the awkward moment when someone’s staring at your girlfriend’s boobs…. I was talking about Liam’s boobs!”

Liam: … to sing Zayn’s parts obviously but we all know Zayn’s got a brilliant voice…
Zayn: Aww stop it Leeyum!

Zayn: Bit of a bromance between me and Liam so he was texting me saying he was missin’ me and stuff…

Liam: I like doing Zayn!

Liam: You’re actually really loud…

Liam: I… admire… Zayn’s… big huge quiff!

Zayn: I admire Liam’s amazing six pack!

Zayn: His chiseled physique!

Liam: I’d eat Zayn, I don’t know why but I would…

Liam: Aw Zayn you’ve licked my arm its all wet!

Liam: He’s very quiet and stuff but when you get to know him, he’s mental…

Zayn: I don’t have any clue how to swim so I didn’t jump in the water…
Liam: I wanna teach ya… can we go to a pool and I’ll teach ya?
Zayn: Okay

Liam; Zayn… I think he’s kind of overtaken me now, he’s been teaching me some new moves…

Zayn: I’d take Liam…

Liam: I think I’d take Zayn…

Zayn: I don’t like Liam’s nose either… I’m joking….

Liam: Ziam’s turtle… our turtle… me and Zayn’s turtle…

Liam: Holla at me Zayn
Zayn: Holla

Zayn: Aw killing me… I thought it was me and you!

Zayn: I’d be Rachel!
Liam: … as you all know so I’m going to go with Ross!

Liam: My name is Zayn… I’m insane in the brain I’ve been rapped all over by Mr. Liam Payne!

Zayn: What do you mean by that question…
Liam: Who would be “you”? Who would be the “you” that you would point at and sing that song to? Tell us now!
Zayn: Um that would be you Leeyum… it’s gotta be Leeyum…

Liam: Can we give it up for Mr. Zayn Malik!?

Zayn: I love you so much Liam…
Liam: Thank you…

Liam: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Where would you live, Zayn?
Zayn: Um… right next to you Leeyum…

Liam: I’d marry Zayn Malik

Liam: Bye Zayn! I love you!
Zayn: Bye Liam I love you too!
Liam: Itunes!
Zayn: I love you forever!

some rough bby solas doodles. obv i took a lot of inspiration from avatar here. I like the idea that solas was a kid once and if weekes wants to disprove the idea that solas was once a baby, i challenge him to physical combat

New page!! Happy Saturday, y’all! Sorry for the late update, I just needed time to make those goddamn flowers!

Also, I dunno which brushes I used for last page’s lights, so… whoops :P 

Keep the dream going!!

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Literally just as I was starting my shift at work today, I had the greatest idea for an AU ever and I had to suffer through my entire shift with this beautiful AU consuming my mind, so here, have a Victuuri rivals!au:

  • At twenty years old, Victor Nikiforov has been at the top of the figure skating world for four straight years, ever since his senior debut, and he is bored out of his skull. Everything is just so easy and there are no worthy rivals to push him to be better, so he’s just kind of standing, stagnant, at the top.
  • And then, in his fifth season, a dark horse appears from Japan, and his name is Yuri Katsuki. He appears from completely out of the blue, with no amateur or junior division experience under his belt, and he sweeps through the ranks at a terrifying pace, snatching the gold medal right from under Victor’s nose at the Grand Prix finals that year.
  • Victor is left stunned and frustrated, and most importantly, excited. Here is a man to push him to be better, to give him inspiration, to be the rival he’s so desperately yearned for these past four years. Victor can no longer afford to stay stagnant if he wants to keep his position at the top.
  • The two rivals fight neck and neck, always vying back and forth for first place. They’re so evenly matched that many in the industry consider them both tied for first place as the most talented figure skaters in the world, despite which of them has the gold that year.
  • The media just loves playing up their rivalry, especially since Victor and Yuri’s encounters always end with chilly stares and barbed taunts thrown at each other with sickeningly sweet false smiles plastered on both their faces. They seem to absolutely loathe each other.
  • The truth is though, Yuri absolutely worships the ground Victor walks on, because Victor had been his role model and his inspiration when he had first started skating, and he was so excited to be able to compete against him when he finally broke into the senior division. But he was so nervous when he met Victor for the first time that he accidentally came off as aloof and downright asshole-ish, and Victor had replied in kind and then the media blew the situation up, declaring that Yuri hated his rival, and so now Yuri feels compelled to pretend like he hates Victor so whenever they meet he puts up this facade, and he’s pretty sure by now that Victor completely hates him.
  • Victor, on the other hand, is sad that his rival hates him because he actually admires Yuri a lot, because Yuri is the only person Victor has acknowledged as being as talented as him, and he is Victor’s inspiration.
  • Then suddenly, Yuri is 23. He makes it to the Grand Prix finals, as expected. And he’s just so excited to face off against his rival and idol again. But just before he’s supposed to perform his free skate program, he gets a call from home. His beloved dog, Vicchan, has died. The news absolutely destroys him. He makes a few too many mistakes in his free skate program. And his stellar performance in the short program the day before can only take him so far. He ends up finishing in fourth, without a medal for the first time in his career. He’s crushed.
  • That year, Victor doesn’t smile as he is presented his gold medal. Because he is angry and disappointed, and the victory leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, without Yuri at his side accepting silver.
  • The two run into each other as they’re leaving to head back to their respective homes, and they get into a one-sided argument that is actually just Victor yelling at Yuri for messing up, for not taking the competition seriously, and Yuri just standing quietly, taking it all. This only makes Victor angrier. Why can’t Yuri just say something? Why won’t he just defend himself?
  • A few months later, rumours start emerging that Katsuki Yuri has retired, and Victor is having absolutely none of that. He books a plane ticket to Japan, shows up at his rival’s home, and ends up being naked for their first ever conversation outside of a competitive setting.
  • Yuri refuses to return to competitive skating, and Victor refuses to go home until Yuri has agreed to not retire.
  • As a result, Victor stays at Yu-topia for something like a week. During that week, he and Yuri get to know each other, and he realizes that his cute rival actually doesn’t hate him and that he actually idolizes him. And that makes Victor really fucking happy. Because, now that they both know they don’t hate each other, obviously that means they’re automatic best friends, right? Yuri is a little hesitant, but eventually he gives in and lets Victor befriend him.
  • Victor also finds out that the reason Yuri did so badly on his free skate program is because he found out that his dog had died, and Victor understands. Because he knows how absolutely heartbreaking it is to lose a dog. And he knows he’d probably have reacted similarly if he’d suddenly found out something had happened to Maccachin.
  • After a long heart-to-heart, and a surprise appearance from a very angry little Yurio, Victor is finally able to convince Yuri not to retire from ice skating.
  • But now, that begs the question. How the hell is Yuri going to find a coach on such short notice? He’d already cut off ties with Celestino, and while he’s sure the man would understand, Yuri is still too ashamed to face him.
  • Victor has the Best Idea Ever™.
  • Yuri is convinced it’s actually a terrible idea. But with Victor assuring him that everything’s going to be okay Yuri-kun, just trust me, he decides to take the leap.
  • And basically, that’s the story of how Yakov gets to his rink one day to find that his top skater, after a week and a half disappearance off the face of the Earth, has dragged home a little Japanese stray.
  • After a few hours of yelling, Yakov agrees to coach Yuri for the upcoming season.
As the thirty-ninth [Michfest] festival concluded in August 2014, five major LGBT organizations called for it to be boycotted and shunned: the Human Rights Campaign (HRC), Equality Michigan, the National Center for Lesbian Rights (NCLR), the Task Force, and the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation (GLAAD.)
In the wake of an almost unprecedented stance against a forty-year lesbian event by national groups dedicated to protecting lesbian rights, blogs and editorials quickly charged festival artists and audiences with a stunning litany of negative stereotypes, including hatemongering, worthlessness, mental instability, destroying lives, being unattractive, being in cahoots with the religious right—and penis envy.

TERF, as a new insult for non-trans or cisgender lesbians, gained unqualified usage by credentialed LGBT journalists and bloggers alike. Babs Sapirstein’s August 2014 piece in Bilerico, titled “TERFS: All the Rage This Summer,” alleged that no real woman would enjoy camping at an outdoor festival, and that TERFS were just “a loosely organized collective with a message of hate” comparable to the Westboro Baptist Church: “It’s pathetic and perverted behavior. Their actions often drive others to discriminate: the definition of a hate group. What drives them—penis envy?”
Salon declared TERFs “A hate group masquerading as feminists.” The Advocate suggested that “TERF followers fundamentally despise other women.”
And Dana Beyer, executive director of Gender Rights Maryland, published a Huffington Post blog the day after the 2014 Michigan festival concluded, entitled “TERF Wars: Trans Women and Feminist Extremism in Context.” Presented as a scientific research piece, Beyer’s column began, “There is a war raging between a subset of radical lesbian feminists called TERFs,” establishing as factual the idea of a collective bearing this name. Beyer defined second-wave lesbian feminists as women who joined the Religious Right in order to deny health care to transwomen, due to their own “deep feelings of worthlessness […]“

TERF became a label for any woman who had ever appeared at Michigan. Only recently that had been a very competitive honor. The festival stage had played host to artists as diverse as Taiko drummers, indigenous Australian and Hawaiian performers, the native American trio Ulali, Shikisha (South Africa), Cobra (China), Frank Chickens (Japan), and black lesbian artists with long political justice resumes. All now risked the ruin of reputation and future bookings if they returned.
—  Bonnie J. Morris, The Disappearing L: Erasure of Lesbian Spaces and Culture
Injuries (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: you get injured on a mission and Bucky freaks out

A/N: first imagine! Feedback is appreciated:)

“Ok Bucky please don’t freak out” Steve said placing his hands on Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky’s heart dropped and a feeling of dread and fear rushed through him.

You were on a confidential mission with Steve and much to Bucky’s dismay he wasn’t aloud to go, to say he was an over protective boyfriend was an understatement but you couldn’t deny you loved it. Bucky had been worried all week, he barley ate and didn’t sleep because he couldn’t without you by his side to keep the nightmares at bay. The mission had went well everything had went to plan but an hour before you and Steve were scheduled to get the quinjet you were ambushed. Steve of course had left with a few scratches you however had been shot in the shoulder and had a broken leg, because you were just that lucky.

“Steve what are you talking about?” Bucky asked frantically running around after Steve as he called for medics “where is she? Steve where is (Y/N)!”

“In the jet” Steve replied and with that Bucky took off in a sprint towards the quinjet to find you. When he got there he saw you lying on one of the beds groaning in agony. “Oh my god princess, what happened?”

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice and you instantly stopped groaning putting on a pained smile and declaring you were fine, you hated to see Bucky worried and you knew that he would freak out if he knew how much pain you were actually in. You recalled the time you had came back from a mission with a gash on your forehead and how he wouldn’t let you get out of bed the whole day in fear that you had a concussion. He was crazy but he was your crazy.

“You are not fine sweetie oh god you’re bleeding” Bucky rushed touching your bullet wound gently “you need to get to the infirmary come on stand up and lean on me if you need to”

You figured Steve hadn’t told him about the leg “Bucky there’s going to be a slight problem with that” you spoke in a gentle voice making sure not to freak him out, it didn’t seem to be working

“Doll…” Bucky began in a slow voice his eyes searching yours for any sign of intel “what do you mean slight problem?”

“Bucky please don’t freak out” you sounded exactly like Steve and it scared him “but I broke my leg”

His eyes went wide and his breathing got shallow as he looked slowly to your leg “y-you what?”

You sat up and placed a hand on his cheek caressing it with your thumb “I was shot in the shoulder and my leg is broken but Bucky baby, I’m ok” you smiled at him to let him know you really were ok

“I’m gonna carry you” Bucky declared standing up

“What? Why?” You were confused, were the medics not coming?

“Doll they’re taking their sweet time and you could loose consciousness from the bleeding” Bucky had seen his fair share of gun wounds and knew this wasn’t the case as you had been wrapped up, but this was you and he didn’t want to take that risk

“Put your arms around my neck” you did as he told you letting out a strangled groan of pain as he raised you into the air making his heart beat quickly “you’re doing amazing princess, just a short walk now”

You truly admired the way Bucky had went from a nervous wreck to full blown sergeant in a matter of minutes when he realised he had to help you, he always put your safety before his feelings and you loved him for it.

It was movie night and you were currently sandwiched between Steve and Bucky with stitches in your shoulder and a thigh high cast on your leg. The rest of the team had let you pick the movie on account of recent events so you were currently watching (Y/F/M).

“Hungry doll?” Bucky whispered into your ear, he had been like your own personal nurse this last week, tending to your every need helping you get washed and dressed and cooking you meals, he really was the best.

You nodded looking up into his eyes “I’ll go make popcorn” you felt the sofa move as he got up and you turned to Steve

“Was he always like this?” You questioned

“Like what?” Steve quirked a brow at you

“You know, all loving ready to help at every call?” You explained making Steve smile

“No… this is all for you” Steve turned back to the movie before whispering in your ear “you’re the only person he’s ever fallen in love with (Y/N), sure he was a ladies man in the day but the way he is with you? I’ve never seen that, I really do believe you are his reason for living”

You were in shock at Steve’s words, he usually didn’t speak of your a Bucky’s relationship in this way but you thanked him silently for it as Bucky came back with a bowl of popcorn for you. He sat down wrapping his flesh arm around you protectively and feeding you popcorn with the other.

You smiled “I am truly madly in love with you James Buchanan Barnes”

His eyes softened as he pressed his soft lips to yours “and I am truly madly in love with you (Y/N)
(Y/L/N)” pressing his lips to yours once more you both missed the smile Steve had at his two best friends.

Wreck-it-Ralph inspired sentence starters

  •    "You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses, would you?“
  •    "Random security check.”
  •   “And where you coming from?”
  •    "Anything to declare?“
  •    "I hate you.”
  •   “I’m gonna wreck it!”
  •   “why do I fix EVERYTHING I touch?”
  •    "Where’s the Wrecking guy?“
  •     "Doomsday and Armageddon just had a baby and it… is… ugly!”
  •     “Everyone here says I’m just a mistake…”
  •     “Because if that little kid likes me, how bad can I be?”
  •     “What’s your name?”
  •     “No cuts, no butts, no coconuts?”
  •    "Do you know what the first rule of [job] is, soldier?“
  •     "I know, I know, I know. I’m an idiot.”
  •     “Milk my Duds”
  •     “Who are you, the guy that makes the donuts?”
  •      "I see you’re a fan of pink"
  •     “Got a bit of a temper on me. My passion bubbles very near the surface, I guess, not gonna lie.”
  •     “It’s just, I gotta say, it becomes kinda hard to love your job… when no one else seems to like you for doing it.”
  •     “There’s no-one I’d rather be… than me.”
  •     “‘Fear’ is a four-letter word, ladies! You wanna go peepee in your big-boy slacks, keep it to yourself!”
  •     “I met the most dynamite gal.”
  •      "Oh, she gives me the honey glow something awful! But, she rebuffed my affections.“
  •     ” And then, I GOT THROWN IN JAIL!“
  •      "You don’t know what it’s like to be rejected and treated like a criminal.”
  •      "it’s why I tried to run away and be a good guy. But I’m not! I’m just a bad guy.“
  •      "I will never try to be good again.”
  •      "Flattery don’t charge these batteries, civilian.“
  •      "This is it, ladies! The kitten whispers and tickle fights end now!”
  •       “Your face is still red”
  •      "You are one dynamite gal.“
  •     "The selfish man is like a mangy dog chasing a cautionary tale.”
  •      "But here’s the thing… I don’t wanna be the bad guy anymore.“
  •      "You can’t mess with the program, [name]!”
  •       “I don’t have to do boo! Forgive my potty-mouth.”
  •      "Oh, that’s not blunt force trauma, ma'am"
  •      "It’s game over for both of you!“
  •      "Right, right. That’s a good note.”
  •      "You really are a bad guy.“
  •      "What? Speak up, I can’t hear you. Your breath is so bad it made my ears numb!”
  •      "I remember, she’s our princess!“
  •      "Tut, tut. As your merciful princess, I hereby decree that everyone who was ever mean to me shall be… executed.”
  •      "This place just got interesting.“
  •      ” News flash: neither one of us is getting what we want!“
  •      "Ugh! That’s like sandpaper!”
  •      "I’ll take it to my grave!“
  •      "Just go. Go without me.”
  •      "that’s everyone, now we’ve got to blow this exit!“
  •      "Why are you people so against her?”
  •      "Look, I’m gonna be straight with you, kid. I’ve been talking to [name]“
  •      "You sold me out?”
  •      "You’re a rat! And I don’t need you.“
  •      ” I’m trying to save your skin, kid!“
  •      "No, I understand plenty. Traitor!”
  •      "I don’t care! You’re a liar!“
  •      "it’s not gonna work…”
  •      "We gotta try!“
  •      "I’m not leaving you here alone!”
  •      "I’ve got some wrecking to do!“
  •      "I bundle myself up like a little homeless lady.”
  •      “Light em’ up [name]”
  •      “Bull. Roar.”
  •      “I’m not letting you undo all my hard work!”
  •      “Bring it home kid!”
  •     “Welcome to the boss level!”

Me: LEGO BATMAN IS SO GOOD! And the way it handles the whole BatJokes thing is wonderful. They’re so gay and happy to hate each other and they CALLED it a relationship which is important because this film is all about unusual family dynamics. So you get the surrogate father rather than the birth father, the adopted son rather than the birth son and the not-really-a-love-interest instead of a sibling. AND THEN you get the villain who completes you instead of the silver screen romance. It all works and everyone is happy and learns to accept their feelings for each other and that the feelings they have for these people are real and valid. It’s a really lovely film about unconventional family building that places the relationship between two men in the slot reserved for the love story, and a declaration of hate where there should be a declaration of love. The reason that there isn’t a moment where Batman and The Joker are declared ‘boyfriends’ is because this film isn’t going about things in a by the book matter, but that doesn’t stop them being each other’s romantic partner in the context of the film. 

Discourse Me: But The Joker is one of the most obvious examples of queer coded villains in all of comics and associating queerness with evil like that is hella homophobic. You can’t deny that The Joker was more into Batman than Batman was into The Joker for most of Lego Batman and indeed, has made several passes at him in the comics and you can’t argue that this film does much to deconstruct that. The best you can say is that when Batman does admit his feelings for The Joker he doesn’t become a depraved villain and so queerness isn’t directly tied to evil, but it’s still kinda…there. Oh yeah and the filmmakers didn’t actually have the balls to say that they were in love and plenty of people are going to view how BatJokes are portrayed by Lego as a joke rather than a serious relationship and you are grasping at straws rather than appreciating genuine representation.  

Me: Shut the fuck up and have some fun jesus christ. 

ithiliel-the-french-tolkiendil  asked:

Hello :) I loooooove your stories (and I'm very eager to read more of the Silent Song). Could you write something called "Reunion"? :3 I bet you know what I have in mind ^^ Please please please please :3 :3

@ithiliel-the-french-tolkiendil the prompt you sent in February…finally…


Summary: The Force-ghosts get together with some nice popcorn to watch the second death star blow up. Someone shows up just in time to join the party. Angsty…crack?

Serious, but…not…serious?

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, Yoda, Mace Windu, Tahl Uvain, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker

Qui-Gon Jinn keeps an eye on the inter-dimensional rift as he stirs more butter into this newest batch of popcorn. Behind him is a ridiculous scene; a room that could almost be a carbon copy of standard-issue quarters at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, but where one wall should be is instead a translucent barrier, shimmering in the Force.

A barrier between the living and the dead.

This dimension currently exists as a comfortable living area with three Jedi lounging upon sofas and meditation cushions alike (and one making popcorn) but out there…

There is a terrific howl of lightsabers just over the flickering border between the timeless world of the Force and the shadowed durasteel of the Death Star; Obi-Wan stands just at the edge, watching the duel between father and son with an inscrutable expression. The clash of plasma blades paint Obi-Wan’s face in alternating shades of crimson and emerald.

“Staring at them won’t make Luke win,” a baritone voice says.

“Quite right, Master Windu,” Obi-Wan murmurs, stroking a hand over his beard. “But I shall watch all the same.” His eyes never leave the duel, glimmering in the flashing lights.

Qui-Gon pours the popcorn into a bag, conjures a measure of Corellian honey, and sets to shaking the mixture with verve. The shaa-shaa of popcorn against plastifilm mixed with the screaming of the lightsabers almost drown out Mace’s next words completely.

“For stars’ sake,” Mace mutters, “I’ve been dead for about a quarter century now, you’d think he’d start calling me Mace.”

A good-natured harrumph sounds from somewhere behind Qui-Gon. “A Knight of the old guard, Obi-Wan is.”

Qui-Gon pours the popcorn into a bowl just as there is a lull beyond the portal.

“Good. Use your aggressive feelings, boy,” a gnarled voice declares nasally. “Let the hate flow through you.”

“And the prune speaks,” Tahl says, from where she is languidly sprawled across a sofa, feet propped up on one armrest. To a casual observer she would seem relaxed, but her green-gold eyes rest on Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon stifles a chuckle as he turns around, setting the bowl of popcorn on the low table between the couches.

“Isn’t this a bit early for a celebration?” Mace says, sitting up. “You’re always one for optimism, Qui-Gon, but Luke hasn’t actually won yet.” His left hand grasps his right wrist, distractedly, a phantom memory.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” Qui-Gon deadpans.

Not amusing.”

“At all, Qui.”

Qui-Gon raises both hands in surrender to his oldest friends.

“Obi-Wan has taught you well.” The mechanised echo of Vader’s voice has all their heads snapping towards the barrier.

“What’s Luke doing?” Tahl says, suddenly. “He’s deactivated his lightsaber.”

Obi-Wan flicks blue eyes over to her; they are rimmed with moisture. “Being a Jedi,” he says, simply.

“I will not fight you, father.” Luke’s voice is quiet, and determined, and echoes in the Force like a cleansing rain.

Mace frowns, narrowing his eyes at the young black-clothed Jedi standing at the top of the steps. “He’s a shatterpoint,” he says, slowly. Then he straightens, suddenly. “They’re both shatterpoints.”

The Force shivers beneath their feet, awakening.

As the red-green flicker of Jedi against Sith starts up again, the masters drift towards the edge between worlds, drawn by the glimmer of the Force flowing there.

Master Yoda, on the other hand, stays back, gimlet eyes unblinking.

Qui-Gon places a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, and feels the desert-thinned shoulder tremble beneath his fingers.

“Your thoughts betray you, father. I feel the good in you, the conflict.”

“There is no conflict.”

“Liar,” Obi-Wan whispers, so softly to be barely audible.

Qui-Gon tightens his grip.

Across the shimmering barrier, Father and son throw words back and forth; the Jedi stand silent, watching.

And then the world erupts in a shower of sparks as Vader hurls his lightsaber at Luke, who stumbles and falls as the catwalk he was standing on is sliced to shreds.

Mace mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “Skywalkers and their methods,” but then the cold chamber in the Death Star falls silent, save for Vader’s breathing, and the Force shudders.

Vader speaks, Vader senses, and Vader…

“Sister. So you have a twin sister. Your feelings have betrayed her to me.” Vader turns in swirl of shadow, and the barrier trembles at the weight of his anger.  “Obi-Wan was wise to hide her from me. Now his failure is complete.”

Obi-Wan makes a noise, behind a hand clamped over his lips. He does not look, in this moment, like a master.

Tahl moves silently to Obi-Wan’s other side, and wraps a bronze-skinned hand around his wrist.

“If you will not turn to the dark side, then perhaps she will.”

Luke’s change is like a torrent of pitch that hammers into the air beyond the barrier and paints the world black.

Qui-Gon flinches, and feels Obi-Wan flinch with him.

The screams of Luke and Vader’s lightsabers do not compare to the screaming of the Force, now.

And then it happens.

Vader goes down with an inhuman howl as Luke’s lightsaber cleaves through his wrist.

And the Emperor laughs.

Luke is shaking as the Emperor speaks.

“He’s about to shatter,” Mace says, quietly. “But I cannot see how.”

The Force roars into a crescendo. It will fall, or it will fly.

It does neither.

It sings.

“You’ve failed, your highness. I am a Jedi, like my father before me.”

Qui-Gon closes his eyes. He knows what will come next, even before the Emperor speaks.

Lightning flashes behind his eyelids, agonising white-rimmed blue, like Luke’s eyes, Anakin’s, Obi-Wan’s, his-

The screaming is worse.

It echoes back, back, twenty years and more, to graceful halls scored with blasterfire, and young voices shrieking in terror as blue-painted soldiers descend upon them, with a shadow at their head-


Under Qui-Gon’s fingers, Obi-Wan is deathly still.

The Force stirs at their feet, and whispers at them to open their eyes, and see.

Qui-Gon becomes aware there are hushed footsteps behind them; he turns his head, and is met with the vermillion eyes of Kit Fisto; the kindly face of Ki-Adi-Mundi; the gentle smile of Luminara Unduli, and face after familiar face, filling the chamber and beyond; Jedi come to see the culmination of their hope.

It is not the dark that gives Vader the superhuman strength needed to carry a Sith to its death, when lightning burns away his artificial lungs and heart and limbs; it is light from ten thousand Jedi, watching, and waiting.

The assembled Jedi sigh, and fade away, as Luke scrambles towards his father.

It is suddenly very quiet, in the chamber connected to the living world.

A single word breaks the silence.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs. “Anakin.”

Yoda steps up beside his four students, and watches with both hands on his gimer stick.

The five Jedi stand guard, throughout the sobbing and the agony and the sheer determination that allows Luke to drag his father down to the closest hangar bay.

And then Anakin speaks, and Luke listens, and Darth Vader’s helmet is pulled away.

Obi-Wan lowers his head into both hands when he sees Anakin’s face - or what is left of it.

The others turn away. This is a moment too private, and too full, for anyone other than father and son.

Qui-Gon pulls Obi-Wan away from the barrier, and in a moment, the scene beyond it has flickered away into a field of stars, and there, in the centre, hangs the second death star.

And then suddenly there is a sixth Jedi among them.

Obi-Wan raises his tear-streaked face from his hands and stares at his former apprentice.

Anakin - not looking a day above twenty-three - startles, glances around him, meets Mace’s gaze and flinches away, and then decides to stare at his own feet instead.

Qui-Gon pushes Obi-Wan into a seat, nudges Anakin over to him, and stuffs the bowl of popcorn between them.

“My children are stupid,” he says, clearly. “And they need to eat.”

The second Death Star chooses this moment to blow up. Spectacularly.

Mace waggles the intact fingers of his right hand in front of Anakin’s face and takes a handful of popcorn, which he then flings at the barrier.

A passing TIE gets a viewport full of popcorn before being blasted to smithereens by a pursuing X-wing.

With what seems to be a gargantuan effort, Anakin looks up and meets his former master’s eyes.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin says, voice breaking, “I’m so sor-”

Obi-Wan grabs a fistful of popcorn and smashes it into Anakin’s face.

It is almost a punch.

Anakin gags on a mouthful of popcorn and stares, wide-eyed, as Obi-Wan’s image flickers and re-coalesces into what General Kenobi looked like, at the height of the Clone Wars. No older than thirty-five.

Obi-Wan begins to smile. His auburn beard cannot quite hide it.

Anakin swallows. “Oh, you are so-”

Qui-Gon smashes a cushion into the side of Anakin’s head. It explodes (the cushion, not Anakin’s head) and rains Nubian duck-feathers down on all their heads.

Yoda begins to massage his temples. Mace seems to come to a decision, and reaches for a pillow the same time Tahl slips behind a sideboard and emerges with a bottle of Corellian champagne.

And then popcorn is flung into the air, and there is laughing and shouting and crying - mostly crying - and beyond the barrier, the remnants of the second Death Star glimmer like a second veil of stars over the diamond-studded cloak of the galaxy.

When they appear as a line of blue-hued figures, hours later on the forest moon of Endor, Obi-Wan has to reach over to pluck a feather from Anakin’s cloak.

If Luke is surprised, he does not show it. His smile shines bright enough for ten galaxies.


Thanks for reading whatever that was (the product of a wish not to write something cliche and whatever my imagination decided should happen). Mace Windu in that, I think, was more Samuel L Jackson than anything else. Reblog as you like!

This is like. The second-most crack thing I’ve ever written.

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Just Between Us (MiniCat) chapter 1

“God damn it!” Tyler yelled into his microphone, slamming his fists on his desk.

The blue-eyed man could hear his friends laughing through the Discord call, their laughter glitching due to the horrible chatting app.

“Fuck you, Evan! You and your fucking nuke tubing in fucking stupid Prop Hunt!” Wildcat yelled at the laughing Canadian through his microphone.

“What you talking about?! I didn’t do anything!’ Vanoss lied, still laughing.

Marcel and Brock chuckled as the new round began, this time Tyler and Marcel being the hunters.

Wildcat let out a quiet “ow” as he clutched his bandaged right hand and held it close to his chest. It was still hurting from…that day. Tyler tried his best to not think about that horrible moment. But it was 3 years ago. He thought he would be over it by now. But he still couldn’t help but think about that night. The night his life was ruined. The night he declared he hated oak trees. The night he got that ugly scar that traced down his stomach. The night he lost–

“Alright, fucknuggets!”

Tyler was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the all-too-familiar-MiniLadd join the call and he could see the familiar businessman character model, holding the Magnum in his hand and pointing it at Tyler’s character model. Wildcat ignored his previous thoughts and smirked at the screen.

“What took you so long to get here, bitch?” Wildcat questioned Mini as he used the crowbar to hit Mini’s character.

“Hey, fuck off,” Mini laughed. “I was out making a life when I got Marcel’s tweet.”

“Wait, you have a life?” Brock teased as everyone yelled “Ooooh!”

Tyler rolled his eyes at the laughing Brock, searching for his prop figure. Then he saw him, a mug on top of the bookshelf. And a red flash of letters appeared on the mug;

Moo Snuckel
Health: 1%

Brock wasn’t aware of the pig staring at him from behind. He was instead talking to Evan, trying to make more lame puns as hints of where he was. Tyler pulled out his shotgun, aimed at the mug, and shot at the mug.

“Oh no!” Brock yelled out as he realized that he had been noticed. Everyone laughed as they asked Tyler where he was and Tyler answered. The blue-eyed YouTuber took a glance at his bandaged hand and sighed. He’d have to change the bandages again. He sighed quietly and went back to playing with his friends.

first, last

Originally posted by bwiseoks

prince!yoongi x princess!reader. fluff, a bit of angst. 6.4 k words. heavily inspired by wang eun and his wife in scarlet heart.

A first love is always beautiful, memorable. But his last love is the one that will forever haunt him.  

There comes a time in every man’s life, a time where a man and a woman are to be lawfully bounded together, out of love and passion, to live the rest of their lives not only for themselves but for each other.

In short, a wedding.

And, it is a beautiful time of the year for one. Vibrant colors bud amongst greens, the skies bluer than they’ve ever been, the clouds a bright and clean white, the air lively with joyous songs of birds.

A wedding on this day should bring nothing less than bliss.

Bullshit, he thinks as he drowns out the sounds of knocking and chatter with his pillows.

It would’ve been a perfect day for Yoongi, if only he’s not the one getting married.

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Discussion of today and since no one post it I will. X-Men ‘92 #10 and the last issue that Marvel is giving us. Not only being disappointed to see this end but how Marvel treated Storm at the very end. Let me post a scan since this can prove my motivation against Marvel. Also, this is Storm-heavy, because I’m a Storm fan. Sorry to anyone disappointed by that.

Still wonder why I have so little faith in Marvel and complain so much about them trying to screw Storm over, especially when they do stuff like this…..

And here I thought Storm was a top notch fighter. I identify so strongly with Storm, like you would not believe. Allow me to highlight something I’ve said briefly before. They are trying to damage the reputation of storm. It was the basis behind my repeated complaints about Marvel undermining and segregating Storm. Out of so many characters in this issue, Storm is the only one who gets beat down badly. Heh, even Polaris ended up being the bad-ass in this issue. You wanna see the next page after Storm got defeated by Domino?

But that’s not it. Marvel was making Polaris such a really bad-ass while undermining Storm.

So who Marvel undermining who? Unlike Wolverine, Polaris or Cyclops, Storm is at great risk of losing her respect. Marvel has so little respect for her that there’s a good chance Marvel would keep putting Storm at the bottom if necessary just to fuck with Fox. Not that in the Fox universe she’s doing any better since she’s treated so poorly in those films. People see her so lowly that they think Storm is not as popular as people from CV, CBR and even here on Tumblr are declaring. I also hate how the drew Storm throughout all the issues.

I repeat… Lorna’s proportions seem perfect and love how Alti Firmansyah drew her hair. But just one look at Storm, she looks like a played-out old hippie with that wild hair. Storm lookalike a hag, period. What Alti was thinking? I don’t know. And yes, I’m so mad for what Marvel has been doing to Storm.

Marvel is giving Storm an incredibly poorly depicted role whereas Lorna seems to be the bad-ass without getting her ass (or any other asses) kicked, Storm gets her ass kicked so easily by Domino, UGH. This is so evident that Marvel is treating all the X-men like crap and putting Storm in the worst line to be treated poorly. I’m trusting the evidence because evidently we have Extraordinary X-Men where Storm is being written as incompetent. The implication here is obvious. Marvel has respect for Havok, Wolverine, Polaris, Emma Frost, etc, but not for Storm. They care so little about Storm and the X-Men right now. All they do care about are the Inhumans since Fox doesn’t own them.

This is why I KNOW, for a fact, that Marvel is trying to undermine and ruin the X-Men franchise (not just Storm). Heh, they already cancelled Fantastic Four and that’s their future plan, to cancel the X-Men as a whole.

Detective John Laurens [John Laurens x Reader] *smut*

Word count:2,146
Au: modern, police force
Triggers: smut ,cursing, mentions of abusive relationships
Author’s Note: I think that nobody really likes my fluff, so I’m going to try and post more smut for you guys. Also this story dragged on forever because I was lowkey watching cop shows when writing. Lol. Also I think I will end up revisting this story. If you have a prompt I would love them. Inbox me. P.S. Let me know what you think.

“Don’t do this. Please Y/N. Just come back inside. I promise I won’t do it again. You have to trust me Y/N. I love you. Just get the fuck back inside. Please I can’t lose you again. Just don’t do this.” You run away from the house that is soiled in the nightmare that is your life. “Don’t look back,” you whisper to yourself, “If you look back you will only get hurt by him again.” You needed to get space between you and Burr, so you kept running until your legs gave out in front of the police department and the exhaustion knocks you out.

When you come to, there is a blinding bright light, and there are two men at your bedside. You struggle to open your eyes, but eventually managed. You winced as you repositioned your body to look at the two men. The first introduced himself as Officer Washington and the other as Detective Laurens. You shook your head, but were unable to speak you words of introductions. Detective Laurens slides a pad of paper. “You had your vocal cords severely bruised in whatever accident you were apart of. Can you tell us your name?” Laurens asks you.

You take the paper and write, “Y/N L/N.” Officer Washington gently takes your hand and looks to Laurens. “She’s the one from the Burr incident last month.” The two men looked at you with complete looks of horror. Laurens moves to your side on the bed and pulls you into his arms as delicately as possible, “It’s ok sweet Y/N.” He strokes your hair and grants you peace and security. “Where am I? Is he gone? I-i-i…” you begin to stammer. “You are safe Y/N, We have sent people to your house-” Washington starts, but just as soon as he does, a man’s voice comes screaming through the walkie-talkie. “Suspect is not found at the place of residence. We will keep looking and post guards around the house. She is safe to return if it’s in her interests.” The walkie-talkie cut out and you felt like you were about to be brought to tears. Laurens and Washington exchanged a brief interaction and Laurens put you in his car. “Hey Y/N, I know that you aren’t having the best day, but I hope you realize someday you will find someone better than that scumbag. Someone who will treat you perfectly.” He smiles at you with an endearing look on his face. Your hand can’t help but reach for his. When the two of you approach to the first red light, he gingerly brings your hand to his lips.

You two finally reached the house you only so narrowly escaped only hours beforehand. Detective Laurens gets out of the car and walks to your side to let you out. He offers you a large hand which you grabbed for desperately. “It’s ok Y/N, I’m here. Wait here for two seconds while I grab my things.” He smiled then walked toward the trunk of his car and grabbed a backpack and a pillow. He returned your hand to the pocket that was his and the two of you made way into the house.

You made it three hours without letting your feelings overwhelm you. You fell asleep in your old bed, but started having a bad dream about the events of today. “No, no, no!!! STOP IT!! DON’T, PLEASE STOP, I CAN’T! NO-” you started screaming. It was like being trapped inside your biggest nightmare. Detective Laurens shook you out of your bad dream and held you close once he realized you were conscious. “Will you sleep in here with me tonight?” you beg, “I just can’t shake it.” Laurens nods his head in understanding and slips in under your covers pulling you close to his body, putting his gun on your nightstand. “What’s your first name? I haven’t heard your first name yet.” He smiles at you, “It’s John.” With your head on his chest, you fall under a peaceful sleep.

It’s been almost a whole year of nights like that and Burr wasn’t anywhere to be found. You learned a lot about John throughout the months of him taking care of you. Just playing a game of 21 questions you learned that his favorite animals are turtles, his favorite color was blue, he was a huge advocate for equal rights (on both gender and race), and so many other details that you felt like you knew him.

One day, you were cuddling in your bed with him, and he asked, “Y/N, do you think that you’d ever want to be in a relationship again?” He looks down at you and you look up at him and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Y/N, how long?”He asks you through the kiss. “Since we met and you first held me.”

You were still in fear of Burr showing his face around the house, but having John around gave you the air of peace. You knew that somewhere Burr was waiting, and that he would never be done with you until the event of either his or your life. But it doesn’t matter anyway because you and John were happy and you finally got to be in a healthy relationship that you so desperately needed.

“John, can I ask you a question?” you ask. “Y/N you can ask me anything. Darlin’ what’s on your mind?”he looks at you quizzically. His southern drawl always seemed to come out when he was worried. You place your hand on his chest. “John. I promise it’s nothing bad. It’s just a question not a declaration of hate. I just wanted to know what you have been waiting for?” you look away blushing furiously. He blinks taken aback by your statement, he asks, “Did you not want me to wait for you to get better mentally first?” You stop breathing as he takes your chin between his thumb and fingers and forces you to look at him, “Darlin’ what do you want me to do?” The huskiness in his voice mixed with southern drawl. You pull yourself out of his grasp and hide in the sheets.

“Baby please touch me?” you whisper under the sheets. “Sugar dumplin’ if you want something you have to ask or do it yourself.” You lose all control and throw yourself out of the sheets and on top of your lover. You push him into your mattress and bite and kiss along his neck, trying to yank his shirt off to expose more skin. Your hands roam his body trying to pull off his clothes without actually breaking contact with his skin. Your lips were making their way down John’s body making sure to leave healthy sized hickeys along the the length of his chest. He couldn’t help, but release moans of appreciation as you got lower and lower on his body. You kissed his length through his jeans sucking him hard without even putting his dick in your mouth. John pushed you off of him and ripped the rest of his clothes for you, anxious to return your mouth to his dick. He fumbled with his belt, but he eventually managed getting the damn thing off. You smiled at him shyly and start sucking as fast as you could. “Y/N, may I fuck you?” John looks down at you with pleading eyes and his body twitching with need.

You oblige the man and he takes your clothes off in a hasty manner. He places you up on the bed and stands between your legs. He pulls your body so that it rests on the edge of the bed and goes on to his knees. He licks your womanhood and uses his mouth to explore your opening. His hands are forcing your hips to remain attached to his face and you are going insane. Your hands move to your boobs and squeeze them as hard as your hands would allow. John blows hot breath of your womanhood and sucks his way up your body until he reaches your boobs. He takes control over them away from you and starts teasing your nipples and sucking as hard as he can. Dragging his teeth over each swollen bud, sent you over bored.

His mouth makes it’s way to your neck and returns several hickeys to your body. “Are you ready?” he breathes onto your skin. You put your hands on his neck and he takes position at your entrance. He pushes in as slowly as he can, the both of you making faces of pure ecstasy. “Y/N, darlin’ I hope your ready.”He moans. He lifts you off of the bed and pushes you against the wall, slamming his dick deeper and deeper into your womanhood. Your body tightens around him and your pleasure become immeasurable. Your head throws itself back and John starts attacking the skin you just exposed. He slams harder into you as he explodes leaving you going crazy. He pulls out of you and lays you on the bed a quivering mess. John throws some blankets on you and says, “One moment, Y/N.” He goes to the bathroom to gather some towels and leaves you in your.little nest of happiness.

Everything was perfect beyond compare. You love John, the sun was warming your room, birds singing, a face looking in through your window. Wait a second. You hid deeper into your nest and whispered for John. “Baby… bring your gun and act normal.” You warned. John rushed out of the bathroom and joined you in your blankets, “Is that him?” And almost as if on cue Aaron broke through your window and attempted to grab your wrists. “Y/N, I let you have your fun, but you’re coming with me.. now!”Aaron basically hissed at you. Aaron must have missed John go under the blankets, and grabs his wrist instead. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here.” John growled. Aaron let go and makes the move to run downstairs. You see the gun laying in your bed and load it. “Freeze.” The two boys stop and eyes land on you, holding your gun out. “You basically ruined me. Abused me. You have tried to kill me 3 times now. The list goes on. Each time something awful had to happen because I think for myself. The first I refused to have a child with you.. then it was I didn’t have parents to introduce you to.. but the final straw was when you asked to marry me.. You have two options so listen close asshole. One: you can walk downstairs and surrender yourself to the police that have been waiting for you. Or Two: I will shoot you, and you know that I don’t miss. So make your choice now or I will make it for you.” You hold the gun confidently and point it at Aaron. He walks out of the room and goes down the stairs. Officer Washington is there to personally take him to the precinct.

As soon as he left you felt your body collapse beneath you, and everything after seemed to run a million miles an hour. John put his shirt on you to try and get you decent, and Washington came to thank you for your help. You nod, but cannot force the words out. Washington leaves and takes the rest of the patrolling officers with him. It truly is just you and John now.

“Y/N?” John rubs the top of your head, “Do you want to lay down and cuddle or something?” Instead you pull him down to sit next you and lay with your head on his lap. He strokes your hair and just sits with you, giving you all the time you needed to recover.

~~~~6 Months Later~~~~
“John, do we have to go outside today? I’m so tired.” You whined. He smiled and picks you up over his shoulder until you were at the place. It wasn’t much, but it was a garden that was hidden from the world. Millions of different shades of green that you thought only artists could see. Bright flowers everywhere and it seemed as though someone already knew you’d be there, since there was a blanket and a basket of snacks on the other side. “Do you like it, Y/N?” You finally turn to look at this man you loved and he is down on his knees blushing furiously. “Aww well isn’t this a great view.” You tease kissing his forehead. “You make this harder than it already is my love. But.. will you Y/N L/N.. marry me John Laurens and make me the happiest man in the world.” You smile and kiss his lips, “I thought you’d never ask.”