did no one else see this

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They believed their plan to be so well-rounded, they never suspected or even thought that someone else had already figured everything out and was now two steps before them. When they finally realized that something was wrong, it was too late. It took them weeks and weeks to find who was behind all of this: you.

“How did you do that?” asked Daniel Atlas.

You smiled, and shrugged before answering.

“Just followed some advice. Always be the smartest one in the room.”

madamoutlander  asked:

Wretched, can you tell us which of the things the show has changed from Diana's books have you liked and why? And also what else do you want the show to change from book 4? Thanks (sorry for my bad English 😂)

First of all, your English is far better than my Spanish! Oh wait, I don’t speak Spanish…. you win in more ways than one. 😜

Secondly, I’d rather say what I wish was in the show that was left out, but I see what you’re doing, so I will play along. Cause I like you and beggars can’t be choosers, ye ken?

I very much like the changes they made for the wedding. Everything they did made it better, but I particularly love that they changed this:

“Through the drizzle and mist, I saw the chapel jutting out of the heather. With a sense of complete disbelief, I saw the round-shouldered roof and the odd little many-paned windows, which I had last seen on the bright sunny morning of my marriage to Frank Randall.”

Everyone loves to bag on Ron for his reinvention of Frank, but I’d like to say “Thank You Sir!” For cutting Frank out of the actual wedding. Well done.

As far as book 4, I’d definitely leave out that flashback Claire has on Christmas when she and Frank are broken down on the side of the road in the snow telling the Christmas Carol to Brianna. Nobody cares. NOBODY! CARES! Reduce the Frank!

A few days ago I was told by my mom that my birthday 29/07-98 isn’t actually my birthday. It is the date I got on my birth certificate day’s after my actual birthday because of the poor filing system in Cameroon at that time - It is the same as several people in my family. My real birthday is 07/07-98 (but I have to use the other one because it is on all of my documents etc.)

This set me back a bit because I’ve been into astrology for so long AS A LEO, and now I get informed I am actually a cancer? well damn okay. I took the opportunity to look at this new chart and see if it fit my personality, and it did (well for the most parts) The only placements that changed in my chart (natal chart) is my Sun (Cancer), Moon(Sagittarius) and Venus(Gemini), while everything else is the same (My former placements: Leo sun, Libra moon, Cancer Venus). I don’t relate to the majority of the Gemini Venus, so I looked up my dominant aspect, here you can find how you find your own, and I went from thinking I was a Water dominant, fixed, Aquarius, Leo and cancer dominant with Saturn, Uranus, and Mars dominant to being an Air dominant, mutable, Aquarius, Sagittarius and Pisces dominant with Moon, Jupiter, and Venus dominant. This was so interesting to me because I could pretty much relate to all of it.  

So now that I have this new information, I just wanted to say that I have learned so much more from astrology these past days, and I had to remind myself for a minute (and you guys) that we have our personalities, emotions, moods, goals etc - All astrology does is confirm those things THAT YOU ALREADY KNEW ABOUT YOURSELF! So have fun with it and all.

I will be answering everything on here and @k-astrology​ today and tomorrow before reopening my inbox’s, if you have any questions about this just DM me. Hope you are all having an amazing day and summer.

- A

Lockers - Peter Parker

request -  hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !

a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.

“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.

“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.

“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.

Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.

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Married with Benefits (Part 15)

Summary: In order to not pay out-of-state tuition, you ask your friend, Steve Rogers, to marry you. Things, as always, never go as planned. (College AU)

Word Count: 766

“Married with Benefits” Masterlist

A/N: Next part is the end, guys :D 

Originally posted by oursisthefvry


The next day, you woke up to Steve’s arms around you, clothes nowhere to be found. Steve grinned as he felt you move, letting you pull back from him to stretch. He demanded a good-morning kiss, waving away your protests about morning breath. You ate breakfast together, laughing together and feeling giddy by just looking at each other.

“Oh, my mom called,” remarked Steve, taking a sip of his coffee. “Basically screaming.”

You cringed. “She saw your Facebook?”

“Was incredibly, epically offended we didn’t invite her.”

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Thievery | Peter Parker x Reader

requested: no

summary: reader is peter’s best friend and has just realized her true feelings. after the school day she is walking home and stops at Delmar’s to get a sandwich where a theif comes in and holds everyone at gunpoint. reader is well trained in fighting and takes him on, unaware that he has powers. spider-man arrives on the scene and things get interesting…

word count: 2252 (sorry it’s so long, got carried away)

a/n: this is my first peter parker one and i’m nervous. also idk how i feel about this but i would be up to writing a part 2..? PLEASE give me feedback, that gives me life. anyway hope you enjoy

part 2

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Tucking a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear, you steeled yourself to brave the horrors that were the halls of Midtown Science High School. You sucked in a breath and dove in, immediately being shoved from side to side by teenagers preoccupied by their phones, their friends, or their crushes.

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” You heard your friend Ned shouting for you and pivoted to face him, nearly causing yourself to collide with a huge dude with a mohawk. Luckily, Ned managed to grab your arm and yank you over to him.

Gasping a sigh of relief you thanked him, “Ned, you just saved my life.” To which he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah Y/N, he’s a real spider-man, better actually.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from his mouth before you saw your best friend in the world: Peter Parker. He came into view with his slightly-disheveled (but in a good way) hair. You averted your eyes immediately, feeling that tight sensation in the pit of your stomach. Unfortunately, your inability to meet his eyes did not go unnoticed and Peter’s face melted into worry, “Hey, Y/N? You ok?” His voice was ridden with worry but you just brushed it off.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just thought I might’ve dropped something.” You mumbled your excuse, gesturing to your overflowing hands with a short nod and flashed him an empty smile. He cocked his eyebrows at you, clearly knowing something was up, but let it go.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight and have a Star Wars marathon with us?” Ned asked as he finished locking away his supplies in his locker and slamming it shut with an ear piercing metal bang. You considered his offer, on one hand you loved hanging out with them, you guys always laughed a lot and a new inside joke came out of every single one of these sleepovers. On the other hand, just this week you noticed something that once realized, could not be shoved to the side; you were falling in love with Peter, fast.

Recognizing your hesitation Ned used his persuasive sing-song voice, “There will be Doritosssss…you’re favorite.” He poked you in the side and you threw your head back and giggled. You glanced sideways at Ned, taking in his goofy grin, raised eyebrows and squinted eyes awaiting your response, and then you couldn’t wait any longer and you met Peter’s gaze. He was looking at you with a small smile and his eyes sparkled light brown with sincere affection. Dammit.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun, who’s house?” You gave in, knowing it was in your best interest both to have fun and because they would fight you on it until you said yes anyway. Both the teenage boys’ faces lit up with excitement.

“5:30!! My house.” Peter exclaimed, clapping his hands together in victory. You snorted a bit and nodded.

“I’ll be there. Alright, I have to run home to clean my room and I want to stop at Delmar’s on the way. Peter you wanna come with? It’s right near your apartment.” You let it slip before you could think better of it. Peter got the face that said “I really want to come but…” and you knew exactly what was coming.

“I have the Stark internship…” You said it in unison with him, earning a small smirk and a sigh, “I’m sorry but I really do need to just finish… some, stuff.. before we all hang out.” You nodded and called a goodbye, turning just too early to see the sorrowful look on his face. He wanted to be with you more than you knew…


“Hey Mr. Delmar!” You called as you entered the bodega. The large man behind the counter smiled at you as you made your way to the fat cat on the counter.

“Hola Y/N. You want a number 3? No pickles?” He asks you, you nod in approval.

“Oh you know me so well,” You shot him a wide smile and then began to scan the aisles to pass the time. You strolled past a mother with her little boy and noted that he was grasping a spider-man toy in his hand and tugging at his mother’s arm.

“Mommy, Mommy, wook, I make Pider-man go flying to help.” His baby lisp only made the entire scene that much cuter, his mother looked down and smiled at him, “Yes baby, Spider-man will always protect you.” You felt your heart leap. You always felt this weird connection to the idea of Spider-man, more-so than any other hero.

“So, Y/N, where is your boyfriend?” You hear Mr. Delmar call as you round the aisle closest to him. He rests an elbow on the counter and raises a single eyebrow in an eerie knowing way. You narrow your eyes at him and prepare to give him the “He’s not my boyfriend speech” that you give him at least twice a week. But you stopped short when his eyes went wide and he raised his hands in submission. He cocked his head at you as an attempt to tell you to get away.

“Put your hands in the air,” You heard a rough voice and then felt a jab in your lower back… a gun. You did as he said and felt him pin your hands together and place them where the gun was, which was now by your head. You felt your heartbeat in your neck and everything seemed to slow down. You saw the woman pull her son behind the furthest aisle, she locked eyes with you and you felt her fear echoed in your face.

“Give me the money, NOW” He shouted at Mr. Delmar, who looked at you with the concern of a parent and did as he said, pulling open the cash register. Pulling yourself out of the haze of fear you forced yourself to remember your training. Closing your eyes tight you drew in a serene breath, One, Two, Three.

Throwing your elbow back, you stomped on his booted foot. He drew away from you with a wheeze of surprise and pain. You threw a hard right hook and distracted him as Mr. Delmar reached for the phone and dialed 911. You actually started to have the upper hand as you kicked out his right foot and he fell to his knee, but then something turned the tables, his hands began to steam and his ski mask caught fire… shit


Peter always followed you home before he started searching for crime, only leaving you if he sees a problem or hears sirens. He was sitting up on top of the building behind the ATM across the street from Delmar’s swinging his legs back and forth and waiting for you to return to view with a sandwich in hand. He pulled his phone out of the side pocket of his backpack and scrolled through to see if he had any new texts from Ned. You were taking longer than usual, he stood up on the edge of the building, careful not to be seen, since he was wearing the Spider-man suit, and searched for you.

Peter knew something was up, he couldn’t keep hiding the secret from you, and eventually Ned would probably let it slip. He thought back to earlier this afternoon when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t want to lose you but he didn’t want to put you in jeopardy with you knowing.

“Karen, can I hear what’s happening in there?” Peter asked his suit lady.

“Engaging enhanced reconnaissance mode” He then heard a commotion and could see the heat signatures of two people fighting. Suddenly, however, one of the figures had their hands and head light up red-hot. Shit, Y/N was in there. Peter shot up and jumped from his perch onto the ATM building and then swung down to Delmar’s, blasting through the door. Nobody would hurt Y/N…


You pulled away from the burning man and backed up as far as you could. But you remembered the frightened woman and decided to try and lead him away from them, “Come on, I’m just a teenager why don’t you come get me?” That was the wrong thing to say, he hurled a fireball at your head. You narrowly avoided it but fell to the floor, tripping over a fallen newspaper stack. Your heart caught in your throat as he moved to stand over you, pulling off his mask to reveal a devilish smirk.

“What are you going to do now, babyface?” He growled at you, showcasing his cracked and missing teeth. You cringed away just kind of moving backwards an inch.

“She doesn’t have to do anything, because I will.” Your head whipped up to find the source of the familiar voice. What you found you couldn’t believe… It was him! Spider-man. He shot a web into the middle of the mans chest and used it to pull him forward, he kicked the man in the chest and then looked over at you. “Get everyone out of here! Get to safety.” You looked up at him mesmerized, taking a moment to fully absorb his words and then nodded profusely. You pulled yourself up, muscles aching from the combat you just did and scurried over to huddled mother. 

“Please, you have to get out of her.” The woman nodded and gripped her son tightly, sprinting for the door as he kept pointing at the real version of the small action figure in his hand. You nodded at Mr. Delmar and he began to get employees out. You slowly leaned around one of the aisles to see where they were. Spider-man was locked in combat with him, continuously shooting webs that would melt over his hands so that the punches didn’t burn. You saw that no one else was left in the store and looked around for an exit route. You were blocked in, they had moved over by the doorway. You wanted to help the hero but didn’t know how. Then it occurred to you.

You leaned close to the ground and made your way to the ice cream refrigerator on the wall on the wall. Desperately, you flung the door open and began ripping ice cream off the walls, until there was enough space for you to be able to fit in it. You stood in front of it and then prepared yourself for bravery you were pretty sure you didn’t actually have.

“Hey! Hot-Head! Come at me, I bet I can still take you.” He turned to you and smiled. You turned around fast to make sure the open fridge was right behind you.

“What-what’re you doing!?” Spider-man shouted, but you shook your head, letting the man get closer. His hands caught fire and he pushed you until you were up against the freezer and you caught eyes with Spider-man. You had about 2 seconds to get him to understand. You gestured your head back, ducked down and pushed yourself on the floor between the mans legs and shouted, “WEB HIM.”

In a second a stream of webs shot over your head and sealed the man in the freezer, door still open (you weren’t trying to kill him). Spider-man walked forward and webbed him over and over again. And you knew your theory worked, the fridge counteracted his heat and he could not melt the webs.

When he was done webbing the thief, Spider-man turned to you and cocked his head in a weirdly familiar way, “Thank you, that was really brave..” He seemed confused but also satisfied and sort of… proud?

“Yeah- uh, no of course.” You replied nervously, noticing that he seemed to have made his voice lower since the last time he talked. You took in his muscles and felt a blush creep over your face.

“Listen, I kind of have to go, the cops are going to get here soon and I really don’t want to have to explain to my parents what happened, also I want to be able to hang out with my friends. They’d never let me leave the house again after this…” You gestured to the scene around you. The masked hero nodded. 

“I get it… more than you know. Come here, I can help.” He motioned for you to come outside by the door with him. “Hold on tight.” He grabbed you around the waist once you were out and shot a web, lifting you into the air. It was exhilarating and you felt your hair whipping around your face. However, the joy ride was short. Spider-man brought you to the ground 3 buildings over from Delmar’s just as the first responders arrived on the scene. Miraculously he took you in the direction of your house.

“Now you don’t have to worry, get home safe. I don’t recommend any more stops tonight.” Spider-man said to you. There was a note of deep concern in his voice and again it felt familiar.

“Thank you,” You whispered breathless. Staring at a real hero, one whom you had just helped catch a villain was unreal. He didn’t answer, he merely raised a gloved hand and smoothed down your unruly hair. Then without warning he shot a web out to his right and swung out of view.

Something in your stomach was telling you that you knew the face underneath that mask, but you tucked away that nagging feeling and hauled-ass home.

FMA Live Action Anime Expo Panel

Okay so we weren’t allowed electronics out for most of the panel so this from memory (and on mobile so rip formatting) but BASICALLY the panel started with showing us the first trailer, then an interview with Ed’s actor and the director, then they showed us this long montage of new footage with music overlayed (!!!!), and then there was a short Q&A (which we could video so there will probably be footage of that going around but I didn’t video bc I was in line to ask a question)
Ed’s actor’s first thought after being offered the part was “wow I guess it’s finally paying off that I was never tall”
Scar and Armstrong will both be in this movie, but probably moreso in Part 2
They’re definitely intending to make more movies
They read a letter from Arakawa that was very nice and sweet and said she had seen the movie and likes it
Oh my gosh when they said they had a message from Arakawa the message part got cut off at first bc when they started talking about her everyone thought they meant SHE was here and started screaming
Looks like it’s cutting off around the Lab 5 arc? I didn’t quite catch what he said but I think that was the idea
Al is done completely with CGI but Al’s actor would stand where Al would be during the scenes so Ed’s actor said that throughout the process of filming he was able to feel like he was actually working with Alphonse
THE FOOTAGE:
Okay so most of the footage from the first trailer is from the Loire arc and specifically from Ed’s final fight with Cornello
Including that shot of Al that was going around
Also apparently Roy is going to be in the Loire arc bc?? Reasons????? And he really dramatically sets the fake philosopher’s stone on fire
Also when Roy picks up the stone we see his gloves and that’s the first shot of him and I started cheering but I was the ONLY one no one else cheered until we panned to his face it was embarrassing
Winry is going to be brunette (and I think she’s the only blonde character not dying their hair that we saw???) and had the CUTEST DRESS YOU’VE EVER SEEN in this one shot honestly she’s SO CUTE
More footage of Nina and Alexander than my heart needed
WHEN AL WAS PLAYING WITH NINA HE DID THIS SILLY WALKY THING IN HIS GIANT ARMOR AND IT WAS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER SEEN MY HEART EXPLODED
There was a shot of Lust confronting Hughes before his death and everyone screamed
REALLY COOL footage of Roy using Flame Alchemy and sending a ton of flames against a backdrop of fire
There was a confusing shot of someone before that who looked a lot like Envy running and being completely caught on fire so I’m not sure if they’re changing things around or????
Riza walked up in front of a bunch of soldiers and kneeled down with them and got ready to shoot and everyone was screaming I almost cried SHE LOOKED SO GOOD it was A Lot
Ed pulls off his automail at one point it looked intense as hell
That’s all I can think of right now asdfghjkl it looks so good guys I’m so excited

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A Check Please Soulmate AU


Yes, another one. This is a one-shot.

Warnings: time-travel. Don’t try to make sense of it, it’s just fluff.


Sometimes, your soulmate came back in time to give you a pep-talk. Not that you remembered who they were and what they said, but the feelings remained. 

This story is set during Bitty’s first year. 



Eric was about to quit hockey. He would quit hockey, then quit Samwell altogether, and go back to Georgia his tail between his legs and prove right every single person that said he wasn’t strong enough for such a manly sport.

Jack had chewed him out again- in front of everyone.


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Concerning Concret/Concrete

I’m seeing a lot of people, out of nowhere, talk about this gem saying she’s a racist and stereotypical figure. But I don’t get it? 

The “design a gem” page has been revealed long before the release of the actual book. Therefore, many have seen this gem. So I want to know why is this a problem all of a sudden?

Being a 20 yr old African American, never did it ever cross my mind that this concept was racist in any way and no one else seemed to think it either. She’s cute, shy and innocent and I hope to see a rendition of this design in the actual show.

I would love to have a CIVIL conversation about this topic. Someone please help me understand why this is an issue all of a sudden.

As promised, a map of (general) Netflix MCU locations/territories in New York! This is more to give you a general sense of where people are located, how much turf they’re covering (not much, Matthew), and how much distance they have to travel to get to one another. It’s not precise because with few exceptions, we don’t know exact addresses, but I did my best.

Also please note that sometimes a show will say they’re in one place but they’re actually filming somewhere else (for example, much of Daredevil was filmed in Brooklyn and the building they use for Jessica’s “Hell’s Kitchen” apartment is nowhere near there). Where I recognized the location or neighborhood and it wasn’t textually contradicted, I placed the character there, but later shows may identify Trish or Danny or whoever as being based elsewhere. We’ll see!

Further details, explanations, and speculation behind the cut!

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Passionfruit | 2

Namjoon is not at all what you expected him to be.

Originally posted by namxingruinedme

pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: smut
wordcount: 7.1k

part one



You were used to judgment.

It came in many shapes and forms. Men’s roaming gazes as you walked past. The way guys would leer at you, objectifying you with their stares and their wolf whistles. You were used to coming face to face with judgment. 

People made assumptions about you and always had. Guys you slept with always approached you and you knew they had seen you and made a snap judgment about who you were. Girls who saw you narrowed their eyes and protectively put a hand on their boyfriends knees when you walked past. People saw you and decided that they knew who you were, you didn’t have a say in the matter. In their eyes you were already the slut, the loose one, the messy one, and nothing you could say or do would change that judgment call.

So it had been a surprise when you had met Namjoon’s eyes last week and seen no judgment there.

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The Signs? Ỳ̸͉̤̻̞̣̱o̵̶̘̮͚͕̻͝u̡̖̱̰?̴̞̻̲͍͍ a̢̬̯̕͠ͅn҉͏̷̯̭͇̠ḍ̴͎͇?͏̹̞͘

Aries: What did you say? Please, someone needs help. Follow me.

Taurus: I can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched. Wait, watched isn’t the right word. Watched and something else.

Gemini: Dear thing I have split cracks in the night. You can see me but only for a moment.

Cancer: And where will you go then? And then? And then? How long until your clothes wither to dust? And then?

Leo: Its not coming for me. Nothing is. Not anymore. 

Virgo: Poor thing. She found a way to scrub her sins away. Every last one of them with soap and water.

Libra: Sick to my stomach. I cant move. I cant think. Its okay.

Scorpio: Ignoring it is hard but acknowledging it would kill you. This is your burden.

Ophiuchus: Weeping in the windy night. Find them and comfort them. Do as so many before you have feared to do. Pussies.

Sagittarius: Its all falling away. It feels peaceful. It feels so peaceful. So bright. What lies.

Capricorn: A hand from the dark. It gently strokes your hair. You fall back asleep.

Aquarius: Time. It will take time dear thing. You have so so much. 

Pisces: A chello played with a scimitar, but only once. Stop it.

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I want to be a reporter. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.

Alright but I just noticed the neat parallel between Sven and Romelle and Keith’s parents–and I think it’s a tradition that might carry over to Shiro and Keith, so real quick:

In 80′s Voltron, Romelle gives Sven this knife/dagger for protection. They end up being love interests in the dub. But even that aside, Romelle caring so much about Sven’s safety and wishing him well is kinda seen as a romantic gesture. Real quick, but Romelle is also an alien princess (from Pollux, Altea’s “twin” planet) and Sven is of course human. 

yOU KNOW WHO ELSE THAT SOUNDS LIKE,,,

Yeah, Keith’s alien mom also gave her partner a thematically important knife before parting ways. So, wouldn’t it make sense that, if Keith ended up having a human love interest who was about to head out into danger–that he’d maybe give them the knife before they left? As a sign of good faith and for luck if nothing else; carrying on his mother’s tradition. Considering how important the knife is to Keith, I can see him giving it away as a measure of the depth to his devotion–I’m lending this to you for luck. But you know how important this is to me, so I expect you to come back alive and return it–something like that. 

But now, couldn’t Romelle also appear later as part of the Blade of Marmora, and give Shiro her own knife? Perhaps. But two things–one, Shiro is already associated with Keith’s blade. And two, of all the blades we’ve seen so far, Keith’s is actually the only one that really resembles a dagger, which is what Romelle gave Sven. Antok, Ulaz, Thace, Kolivan, ect–all their blades look different in their deactivated forms. Here’s a good reference showing how unique Keith’s blade is.

Now as for Shiro, the first he hears of Marmora is right when he escapes. 

“The blade of Marmora is with you,” Ulaz says. How fitting then, that it’s a Marmora blade that cuts Shiro free when he crashes back to Earth. On a thematic level, I think this is so much more than just The rebellion is with you. It’s the narrative saying–Don’t worry, Keith will always be there for you. Because, of course it’s Keith’s blade that frees him; of course, Keith is running to his rescue. Like he always does. Of course, out of everyone, it’s Keith and Shiro who keep crashing back together whenever they’re torn apart. It’s like fate.  

Not only has Keith’s blade saved Shiro once already, but Shiro has defended Keith and his right to keep the knife in turn. If Keith is going to pass on his blade at some point like his mother (whether temporarily or not), thematically, I think it’s just a logical conclusion that that person has to be Shiro. After all, I think he’s the only one that would really understand the depth of such a gesture. Because who was there with Keith in the Blade of Marmora, who saw him fight tooth and nail and nearly die for this? Who was the one that took the form of Keith’s greatest hopes and dreams–who did he fear losing the most? Who was the person he most desperately wants to see

Ulaz was right; Shiro does have the backing of the Blade of Marmora–and his fate appears inexorably tied to one blade in particular. That Shiro was there for Keith’s trial, that he witnessed Keith bare his heart and soul and saw himself reflected there–their endurance of the trial binds them together in a way I don’t think anyone else could ever fully grasp. 

And I mean, I think it would speak volumes about Keith’s trust in Shiro if he were to offer the blade to him willingly. After all, a big part of his trial was Shiro trying to force him to give it away.

Seeing Keith give Shiro the knife to safeguard him on a mission before they parted ways would be especially endearing becuase, well–when he does give in during his trial, he only agrees because he’s so afraid of losing Shiro. 

Shiro threatens to abandon him if he doesn’t relent, and so he does. To see the blade offered then as a sign of their bond, to show just how close they are and that this isn’t goodbye forever, that Shiro will still come back–I think that’s just the kind of closure for them I want to see. 

we found out like three months ago that Percy didn’t tell VM - the SHITs, then - his full name for I think several months after they first broke him out of jail, and it still kills me. This pale scarecrow they dragged out of a cell, scareder than he is skinny and angrier than he is scared - except he buries the anger so deep beneath the fear, and that beneath the hastily reassembled reflexes of propriety. Coming off a two-year disassociative episode on a ship, pulled out by a whisper in his mind that promised vengeance, if only he could get to a forge, and pull up, expand on, retool some ideas he had about chemistry and propulsion years ago. Clings to the socially anxious druid who couldn’t be more unlike him in every way just because she says she’s supposed to rule her people some day and that, that he understands, that’s the only thing left in this world that he understands. But the name “de Rolo” doesn’t pass his lips for months, nor all those tumbling, weighty intervening names, heavy with loss and duty and everything he can’t think about right now. Blood in the halls, on the snow. He can’t think about it - and what if he draws attention to himself? He tried to do one thing, kill one person, and he got caught without even seeing her. But what if she found him? (You can’t convince me he thought of anything else, in that cell.) What if the Briarwoods did? All that loss, all that duty, all that legacy…better hidden than ended forever. (He’s so angry, and so scared.)

But it came out. Nights by the fire with Keyleth, talking philosophy and constellation myths and how to accept a hug. Shooting contests with Vex, Pike’s kind smile, Grog’s easy laugh…”Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III”, tripping haltingly off his tongue as they all watch and do not understand the weight and history of every name. Percy’s lost his aristocratic, Whitestone accent a little in the last couple years, but he cannot say his name without it. Not properly. And of course he’ll introduce himself “properly.”

And…the world doesn’t end. Vampires don’t descend from the dark trees around their camp. White stone and snow and frozen rivers of blood do not come crashing down and drown him.

So he repeats it, maybe. Tongue curling around the familiar syllables like a blanket, this name that has placed him in history since he was born. I’m sure a warm campfire isn’t the first time Percy tells the SHITs his first name - spontaneous, or even minimally prompted, emotional vulnerability and information-sharing? Don’t be ridiculous. I’m sure it’s because earlier that day they had to get somewhere Official, and their Percy-from-the-jail-cell stepped forward whipped out all seventeen syllables in one haughty breath. Ever practical, that boy. But that night, there had to be Questions.

And the world didn’t come crashing down, so he does it again. Maybe not the next time they meet new people, but maybe the time after that. Maybe the time after the time after that. Maybe just “Percival de Rolo”, to start - but by the time they save Emon and Sovereign Uriel, it’s as easy as it ever was to put on court manners and introduce himself with a bow of just the right degree, as Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III.

There are de Rolo cousins, after all. They’ve married good families across Tal’Dorei, and even into Wildemount and Marquet. There’s no reason anyone needs to know he’s from Whitestone. It’s his name, his family, his lineage and legacy, but by the time we meet him, he can already roll it off his tongue so lightly. No weight of duty, loss, and terror (they’re shoved down as deep as the dreams of black smoke.) Guilty though he was about how giddy it made him, he was free. Even by then he’d grown so much, gotten so much better…

And then Uriel told a page to send a letter to the Briarwoods, in Whitestone, and it all. came. crashing. down.


(…and look how he’s grown since then.)

“You’re Gorgeous.”

Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin’ with no make-up on
That’s when you’re the prettiest, I hope that you don’t take it wrong

Not requested, but these lyrics were stuck in my head all weekend for no reason so this imagine happened. 

~~~

After the party last night you were so exhausted you barely managed to remove all the makeup the makeup artist had put on, shrug out of your dress, and collapse into bed. This morning, you wake up before Shawn, still tired from the long day before. Realizing you’re not going to be able to fall back asleep, you get out of bed and take a shower. When you finish showering, you throw on a pair of sweats that you only ever wear at home and a tank top. Exiting the bathroom, you pull your still damp hair into a messy bun, securing it with a hair tie before going to the kitchen. You’re hungry, so you have some cereal before taking a seat on the couch and turning on the tv, just killing time until Shawn wakes up. 

An hour later, Shawn finally emerges from the bedroom. Still wearing only the athletic shorts he fell asleep in last night, his hair a complete mess, and his eyes full of sleep. “Morning,” he says, walking over to the couch and leaning down to greet you with a kiss.

You tilt your chin up to stare at your boyfriend. You find yourself just smiling up at him for a moment, realizing how much you love this boy standing in front of you.

He looks down at you for only a second before leaning down to kiss you again, like he just can’t help himself. When he finally pulls away, he straightens up again, saying, almost under his breath, "God, you’re gorgeous.”

You unconsciously scrunch your nose at his statement. “I look like a mess.” You retort, “I’m wearing sweats, and my hair is in a bun. And I’m not even wearing any makeup.” You say, almost confused by why he would say what he did. “I wouldn’t have questioned you if you said that last night, but now?” 

“I love the way you look right now.” He responds with a shrug, then adds, “And I did say you were beautiful last night. Because you were. But I just love you like this too.” 

You grab his hand and pull him down beside you on the couch. “I love you like this too,” You say, leaning into his bare chest as he instinctively wraps his arm around you. 

This is the Shawn no one else gets to see. And in moments like this, you love that he’s yours. You love that he’s yours at a party at midnight when you’re both dressed up and your hair and makeup are done, but also at eleven am on a Saturday morning when he still has sleep in his eyes, and you’re wearing the most comfy sweats you own but would never be caught in public in. He’s the one you want by your side in the midst of parties and success, but he’s also the one you want to come home to after a long day and wake up to after a dreamless night. And the way he’s looking at you now, like he’s never seen anyone more beautiful is the same way he looked at you last night when you had your makeup professionally done and were wearing a dress worth more than you thought you’d ever be able to spend on one. You know he looks at you the same because when he looks at you, he doesn’t only see a pretty face. When he looks at you, he sees you, all of you. 

Liability

A plus size imagine where Y/N has always been too much for everyone. Everyone except Harry.

“Have a good night everyone,” she yelled behind her to her joyous group of friends. One of her arms waving drunkenly to them and the other latched onto her boyfriend. “Stop shouting Y/N,” the sober boy next to her sounded bitter. Her face fell, but she was good at hiding. He always told her to be quiet or sit still, but she went along with it because at the end of the day they’d go to his apartment and fuck and she couldn’t let that go.

She felt good tonight. Actually, she felt better than good, she felt marvelous. A silk flowy slip adorned her heavy body making her look sexy, something she didn’t get to feel often. She drank just enough to feel loose and happy. She was drunk, but still able to comprehend what was going on around her. The best part of the night was that her friends were laughing along with her and dancing like no one else was in the club. She loved the feeling of being loved.

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