didn't know i was lost


Daisy Johnson in Agents of SHIELD: ‘Farewell, Cruel World!’


Which leads to the next question… What do we do with Fitz?
↳ for @theclaravoyant

pssst, emma canonically sailed on the jolly roger before she was even born.


Trouble, trouble, trouble.

Prompto and Noctis’ first kiss would have been during a pocky game after school with their classmates, before they admitted their feelings for each other. Everyone’s having fun and laughing up a storm but both boys are anxious and secretly wanting to just play it together. It’s Promptos turn to pick his partner and he just goes for it and picks Noctis and the crowd goes quiet, murmuring between each other whether or not Noct will go through with it, and who would pull away fiest. He puts one end in his mouth and sits and closes his eyes so he doesn’t end up blushing in front of everyone. Noct is stunned for a second, but quickly decides to go for it himself. He walks up to Prompto and, much like the video I linked above, pulls the pocky from Promptos mouth and kisses him. It lasted for only a few seconds, but definitely longer than just a play kiss. Prompto was so shocked he gasped causing his lips to part and he could feel lightly bit his lower lip before he feels Noctis pull away and he definitely feels his face getting hot. Noct opens his eyes first and sees Promptos hands shake and his face is red, he almost goes in for a second real kiss. But then he hears cheers and laughter around him and he remembers where he is and what they were doing there. As his classmates start swarming him, he silently promises next time he will play with Prompto alone. Prompto opens his eyes and he is relieved to see that no one was staring at him and just carrying on like it was a game. He bit his lower lip remembering the sensation of Noctis doing it just minutes ago, then got up to join the crowd.

Best feeling in the world:

When you’re working on a big project and it somehow didn’t save one night  and you lost all the work you did on it one night and it’s just the greatest because now you have to do it all AGAIN and it totally makes me happy and not want to cry.


When I thought Madi was gone. I saw–for the first time I saw the world through your eyes. A world in which there is nothing left to lose. I felt the need to make sense of the loss. To impart meaning to it…whatever the cost. To exalt her memory with battles and victories. But beneath all of that, I recognized the other thing, hiding in the spaces. The ones whose shape you first showed me. And when asked, it was honest about the role it wanted to play. It was rage. And it wanted to see the world burn.

Sibylline Song

(Alright, here it is. The unedited, unfinished mer!Stiles fic. Warnings include: assholes, angst, violence, people being specist, and references to canon deaths.)


Their journey begins with the usual amount of pomp and ceremony expected for a trade ship.

It’s the Triskelion’s forty second voyage from the colder, northern channels of Bæyan to the warm waters of Coca-Machu, and the crew means to make it a good one. Nothing too dangerous—they’re going to actually try trading this time—and everything will go smoothly. Even the weather has been fair to them since they left Port Duke with the morning tide. Many of the crew had waved goodbye to the few friends they’d made over the years, and perhaps a few enemies too. Others were more than glad to leave the port as quickly as they did.

“Are you still moping?”

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