do you have that little faith in me

Aries —
oh, my sweet, sweet child, what has the world done to you? you were a bright promise,
the tomorrow we had hoped for, holding flowers in your mouth without crushing them
and trusting blindly in those around you. and then came the blood; and now your fire
is a quiet thing, a crackling murmur hidden in the shadows. you’ve curled into yourself
like a newborn babe, held your heart tightly to your chest and began the tedious healing.
and all the salt in your tears made the deep wounds sting; was it this what kept you pure?
I wonder, oh, I wonder. before you, I had never seen an anathema so full of innocence.
(the world tried to cast you down from paradise; and it succeeded. but the fall couldn’t
maim you, for fire cannot kill fire – it simply shrunk you, much like a mimosa bloom.
I hope one day you’ll feel safe enough to flower, for there is so much beauty in you.)


Taurus —
I wish I could wrap my hands around your shoulders and hold you close for a while,
because oh, what sad things they are, your bones. I am so sorry, beloved; so very sorry.
and I am well aware these apologies cannot change anything, but I want you to know
that there is someone who sees you as you are – even when all the others see is your
superfluous frivolity and your desire for riches, I see the thoughtful mind, the gentle
gestures, each and every of your heartbeats. the song of you is imprinted into my memory
as the change in seasons is; you are unforgettable, something so precious and so very dear.
(don’t let them shame you for your greed – those who try to do so cannot wrap their
all too little minds around the fact that sin is not necessarily negative. your love for gold
has root in the same place as your love for others; you only want it so you may share it.)


Gemini —
it’s lonely, isn’t it? not being the way all others are. they tell you you’re a forgery, that your
smile is a mask and your composure an act, simply because they cannot accept the idea
that people are supposed to be multidimensional. on and on they go, pinning their ignorance
to you under the name of blame, seeing in you only that which they wish to see. sometimes,
you wish you were like them. I know you do. you shouldn’t. it might be lonely where you are,
but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing; lonely doesn’t mean secluded. there are others like you,
with minds like diamonds. others like you, who are only habitual in their tendency for change.
(you will find someone who can make sense out of you, one day, you know. they’ll know you
better than you yourself do – every single aspect of you, every single frantic facet and feeling.
and when you do, the wait will be more than worth it. I promise you won’t die nor live alone.)


Cancer —
you poor, poor, poor thing. it’s been a thousand years since you’ve curled into yourself, hid
your heart deep in the cradle of your ribs and let yourself sleep; then the time came for you
to awaken, and you found the world unchanged – it was as if everything had stood still.
reality swept into you like saltwater into gaping wounds, and every fiber of your soul wept.
fearful, you took the broken glass road still, walked it fully aware of what laid in waiting;
like a bride the night she is wed to a stranger, you swallowed your terror and saw it through.
often, those ignorant make you out to be such a bumbling coward. you’re not. you just aren’t.
(in fact, you’re on of the bravest people I know; it takes so much courage to let the world
see you weep – and it takes even more of it to wipe your tears and keep moving forward.
above all, it takes immense courage to allow yourself to love even when you know it’ll hurt.)


Leo —
the size of your heart puts to shame both Jupiter and your own pride and ego; to this day,
I am not sure if you would have been better off with one much smaller, but I know for sure
the world would have been emptier by far. you see, your touch is one of gold; whomever
you decide to invest your time and love into grows the size of Atlas, and so, without you
as you are now there would have been much less in the world. that is your downfall, isn’t it?
always has been. the way you’ve always put others first, giving them all of you, never asking
for anything to be given to you in return. you are a gardener, dearest, and people are your roses.
(it breaks my heart that all your selfless effort was almost always repaid in hurt and sorrow;
know that you are not to be blamed for any of it. you have done nothing wrong – sometimes,
things simply fall apart. don’t shut your heart. I’d hate to see your love rot and turn to hatred.)


Virgo —
you have endured well the contempt of others, my dear; you have taken every blow with open arms.
they have called you frigid and prude and arrogant and everything in between, but you knew better.
tell me then: if you can endure so well the slander of others, if you don’t care what they make of you,
why do you worry so? why do you see only blemishes when you look at yourself in the mirror?
your hesitance to trust others stems in your fear that if you let them in they’ll see your ugliness, all
the imagined imperfections you see in your reflection. you can’t trust others because you don’t trust
yourself; and I wish so badly that you would have a little more faith in who you are, in your beauty.
(being unable to forgive, jealousy and lust do not make you terrible. hate is human nature as much
as love is; emotions, be they bad or good, are intrinsic to mankind. you are such a passionate being,
despite your outward delicacy, and that, my dear, is simply stunning. please try to love yourself.)


Libra —
darling child, didn’t the gods tell you the mob sees dancers as something of the devil, especially
when their preferred stage is the sharp edge of a sword? few in this world love truth, and fewer still
are fond of things like righteousness and justice. your ability to remain indiscriminate in the face
of contradictory realities and deny none of them is both a blessing and a curse. your mind, I fear,
is the Pandora fate has crafted specifically for you; a beautiful gift that hides such doom and sorrow.
and you are aware of all of this – how you were meant for greater things, with your noble mind
and your true heart, yet on you dance, fighting against the windmills of adversity. how brave you are.
(know that your effort will not go without reward. know that you won’t be forever unloved, nor
will you be forever misunderstood. there will be those whom, like you, have the makings of just men,
and they will understand. keep your eyes open and search the crowd; that is what you do best.)


Scorpio —
I look at you and my heart grows small; there is so much sadness in you, from the flower
of your eyes to the slouching arch of your shoulders. you have been misjudged
and falsely accused for so long: whore, they said; monster, perverter, sickness of the soul –
and all of it because you like sex, as if somehow they are the virgin mary reborn,
the goddamn hypocrites. this, too, is something they have misunderstood; it is not sex
that you crave or are interested in. it is intimacy: it is the vulnerability that comes with having
your soul completely bared and lain before another; you crave love, in its’ purest of forms.
(and I know they have convinced you that someone of your kind is not “worthy”; fuck that.
your love is priceless, and one day someone will call your battle scars a masterpiece.
one day someone will love you as wholly as you deserve to be loved. they will love all of you.)


Sagittarius —
there is such wanderlust in you – you’ve made a home out of the long, long roads,
walked the earth to its’ ends and bathed in the oceans of the horizon; the sky was
your sole companion, its’ stars your map, the wind a spellsong to ward off the passing
sadness and melancholia that threatened to dim the flame of your heart. oh, my child;
how very wonderful you are, a barefoot nomad forever in awe of the world. the feeble
minded call you rootless; how wrong they are. having a voyager heart does not make you
afraid of commitment. it simply means your roots lie elsewhere, splat across the world.
(do not let their malice plant doubts into your mind’s garden; your gypsy heart is worth more
than all their empty ones combined. keep daring the world, sate your thirst for journeying;
only exploration can ever lead to discovery, so let your feet and head both walk the world.)


Capricorn —
good god, you’re so tired. life has worn you down to the marrow of your bones,
took everything from you until you were bare-handed; and yet.
and yet you’re still here, standing before me, your spine hardened to titanium,
a delicate thing that can withstand even the most apocalyptic of sieges;
you still find it in you to smile, bitter-bloody-all-teeth and still happy, somehow.
know that I am proud of you; of your bravery, of your resilience,
of how you’ve clung to life by the skin of your teeth. I am proud of you.
(and know that you deserve happiness – you may feel like you don’t, you may feel
that it is above the likes of you, but you deserve it; you have earned it.
know that one of these days, the sun will shine down on your lane, too.)


Aquarius —
there’s so much of you inside your skin I am often surprised it has yet to come apart at the seams;
there’s so much of everything inside your skull I am left in awe of your bones – often I wonder,
how are they strong enough to contain the exploding universe inside? my god, this world of ours
has seven wonders and you are all of them. the fortitude of your bright mind ceaselessly
surprises me; I know what to expect, and yet I am still thrown off by your ingenuity and your
ability to remain rational in your abstract ways. nobody but you is open enough to accept it all;
nobody but you can see through the prism of all eyes and walk away with their sanity intact.
(I know they call you “cold”, an ice queen of the Siberian tundra. let them be. those who cannot
see your white-hot warmth are not worthy of your brilliance. you are the brightest star, my dear,
someone accepting and embracing of it all. do not settle for anyone that is blind to your light.)


Pisces —
and how terrible it must be for you, who lives always halfway, to be stuck in a world
that demands certainties which you will never have to give. it is not to say you don’t want
to be resolute – you simply cannot. your world does not have truth, nor does it have falsity;
all that your world has are colors, swirling, forever mingling anew like the clouds in the sky.
one day you are overflowing with everything that blooms inside of you, and lilies
are spilling out of your ribs; the next, you’re empty, and you can’t for the life of you
find something that is all-encompassing enough to fill the growing abyss south of your sternum.
(know that it is okay. the most humane thing you can be is full of contradictions;
as maddening as it can be, each paradox gets you closer to the entity your peers call god.
it was never the devil that built his home on the crossroads, you know. embrace your nature.)

—  poetry for the signs: the “you’ve done well” edition, L. Schreiber
PROPOSALS

▹ pairing: Jeongguk x reader
▹ words: 18,102 I’m so sorry 
▹ genre: smut, fluff, light angst, friends to lovers

You and Jeongguk propose at restaurants to get free food, but somewhere along the way you start to fall for him.


You never thought Jeongguk would actually take you up on the whole fake proposals thing. When you had suggested the idea to him, he’d just laughed and said “yeah”, then continued playing Fallout 4. You hadn’t actually meant it; the idea was one of those you vaguely imagine it happening, but not really, which is why when he brought it up weeks later suggesting you try it out, you thought he was kidding. 

He wasn’t, and this is how you end up in one of the city’s nicer restaurants on a fake date with your best friend. 

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。・゚゚1st April 2017 ・゚゚・。

I’ve never been a super religious person but I am doing my diploma in Islamic Studies and go to Quran reading twice a week. But what really solidifies my faith is when God makes miraculous things happen, like how just a few days ago I got accepted into a very competitive course in a top uni without any interviews whatsoever when my scores are barely average. I asked for a chance to prove myself and I received this wonderful opportunity. You could be a non-believer and say there were other reasons involved, but for me, it feels like a sign that God is always looking out for us ㅡ you just need a little faith.

Go forth bravely into the new season everyone! You never know until you try so be brave and try. Something amazing might happen.

I’m also going to be on instagram @konmaristudies to do the 100 Days of Productivity challenge! Follow me if you like :) Not everything is going to be studyblr but I promise I’ll put up good content. Have a nice day everyone~

So like, imagine an AU where Trevelyan, Lavellan, Adaar and Cadash never actually made it to the Conclave. They all got spectacularly waylaid – by each other – on the way there and ended up forming a clump of grumpy, teeth-gritted comradeship to survive the rather hostile road there because idk about you, but a Dalish elf, a Tal-Vashoth Qunari, a Carta dwarf and the 39th son of the 40th cousin twice removed from the royal family of the Free Marches would make the most fantastic, oddball adventuring party ever.

And it’s just like…yeah, I literally dreamed this last night so here, have some potential dialogue lines.

-

Adaar, very clearly a virgin: Oh yeah, I’ve had sex. I’ve had all the sex.
Cadash: Pffft. The only thing you’ve been bangin’ are the pots and pans–
Lavellan: Keep your dick away from our cooking utensils or so help me.

-

Trevelyan: Nobody here appreciates fine dining like I do.
Cadash: Yeah well, shit’s an acquired taste, as you would know.

-

Cadash: Just a quick question. Where did you get your admirable sense of humor from? The spite is just…riveting.
Lavellan: It is homegrown on a history of slaughter and slavery from the shem. I’m glad you liked it.
Trevelyan: Of course the dwarf would.
Lavellan: The dwarf has good tastes.

-

Adaar: How did your thought process go from ‘oh god what a huge demon on fire’ to ‘I’m going to whack it with my sword and hope that it dies’?
Trevelyan: Look, mate. My enemies were on fire once and they died when I whacked them hard enough too.
Cadash: It’s too bad he’s a human. He would’ve made the perfect kind of Carta.
Lavellan: Yes, the odor is identical to yours.
(pause)
Adaar: You marked him?
Trevelyan: WHAT?! MARK ME WITH WHAT– OH MAKER–
Cadash: I rubbed my dwarfy little hands all over him while he slept, yup.
Lavellan: Creators, cleanse me from the evils my ears have borne audience to.

-

Cadash: Is it true Templars would sell an arm and a leg for a mouthful of lyrium?
Lavellan: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but that’s rude.
Trevelyan: It certainly is! And it’s more accurate that they would sell their mothers, anyway.
Adaar: Andraste burning on the stakes wasn’t enough to clean you of your sins, I see.

-

Lavellan: You have no discomfort, traveling alongside a Dalish mage?
Trevelyan: Nope. I was born uncomfortable, anyway.

-

Cadash: Hey, we can lure [the bandits] down this tunnel.
Adaar: So all of us except for you can get stuck down there?
Cadash: Oh ye of little faith!
Trevelyan: Even if the Maker descended right now, haloed in everlasting lights with Andraste by His side and tell me to trust you, I wouldn’t do it.

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BACK WITH ANOTHER ONE-SHOT!!! I told you guys I’d have some canonverse klangst, so here it is! Longer than my usual one-shots, and while I don’t want to give a vague summary… there’s a bomb involved. So. Yeah, that’s a thing.

This one is actually inspired by this absolutely gorgeous, angsty art/mini-comic by @littlecofiegirl who is an amazing artist that you should definitely check out!!

I saw this comic on my dash and I loved it so much that I was immediately inclined to write for it? Anyway, here it is! I hope you enjoy!


The plan had been going flawlessly.

Key word being had.

Shiro and Lance were both searching opposite sides of the base for their captured teammate, and Pidge and Hunk were too occupied giving Shiro directions through the maze-like corridors that they neglected to warn Lance of the approaching Galra heat signature.

A cat blocked his path in the hall, staring at him with large, yellow eyes. It didn’t move to attack, but it also didn’t run away.

“Um… guys?” Lance tried over the coms, lowering his gun just a bit. He wasn’t about to shoot a cat, but he still wanted to be on guard.

He didn’t hear the Galra behind him until her hand was on his shoulder.

That was mistake number one.

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Dear Future Girlfriend

Dear future girlfriend,
Lemme say I’m sorry in advance for all the times we will fight because it will probably be my fault. And I’m really sorry for all the chances you will give me to kiss you or hold your hand and I don’t. I’m kinda slow with that sorta thing so just grab my hand or grab my shirt and pull me toward you. I’m sorry for all the times I should say ‘babe you look BEAUTIFUL’ and dont. I just want you to know that its because your beauty has left me speechless.
Dear future girlfriend,
When I say that I love you I mean it. In that one phrase I will have given you my heart. So please don’t break it. I know its a little torn and missing but its not your fault.You’re not the first girl I have trusted with it. So I’m sorry if it takes time for me to open up to you. When I do I promise it will be worth the wait.
Dear future girlfriend,
I love you and will always love you. I would give you the moon if I could. I promise I will be faithful to you and only you. I will never look at another girl the way I look at you. You are my world and I will give you everything I have.
Dear future girlfriend,
I can’t wait for you to be mine

Love,
Me

Steven Universe Sentence Starters !

Most of these are songs, but some are quotes. You’re welcome to change the pronouns as you see fit!

  • “If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hot dogs.”
  • “Love at first sight doesn’t exist, love takes time and love takes work.”
  • “All comedy is derived from fear.”
  • “Who cares how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”
  • “I never asked to be made!”
  • “I love cookie cat!”
  • “All I wanna be is someone who’s seen a giant woman.”
  • “Why do you have to look up to her?”
  • “I’m telling you for your own good and not because I’m-… jealous.”
  • “I can show you how to be strong in the real way.”
  • “I didn’t even get to know my Mom!”
  • “Squared pizza?! This place is evil!”
  • “I’m not like the other guys.”
  • “In this whole wide world there’s no one like you.”
  • “Could this night get any better?!”
  • “Isn’t it such a beautiful night?”
  • “Let yourself just be whoever you are.”
  • “We’re on the run.”
  • “Wish that I could see that there’s no better place than home…”
  • “I don’t care about what all the others say!”
  • “You people have too much money.”
  • “Well she’s a rip tide queen and she’s super mean.”
  • “I just showed them I don’t got the stuff.”
  • “I tried so hard to fly but I was thrown.”
  • “Have a little faith in me!”
  • “I just wanted to help…”
  • “Some… say I have no direction. That I’m a light speed distraction…”
  • “This is the final frontier.”
  • “Life in the stars is all I’ve ever known.”
  • “I know in my heart it’s been worth it all of the while.”
  • “They’re playing sword. Oh sorry, they’re playing with swords. Oh no they’re bleeding. And they’re dead. Don’t call again.”
  • “Oh! Um… I don’t exactly… eat.”
  • “Is that a weapon?”
  • “Welcome to earth.”
  • “Do you believe in destiny?”
  • “Close your eyes and leave the rest to me.”
  • “What are you doing here?”
  • “What are you doing to me?”
  • “You’re wearing that tee shirt!”
  • “What can I do for you?”
  • “What can I do that no one else can do?”
  • “You are so much fun~”
  • “I hadn’t planned on finding you… quite this entertaining~
  • “I like playing along~”
  • “I can’t believe I just got that on video!”
  • “Quit embarrassing yourself!”
  • “I’ve seen who you really are…”
  • “I ain’t gonna follow your rules.”
  • “Let’s go, just me and you.”
  • “Go ahead and try to hit me if you’re able.”
  • “I think you’re just mad cause you’re single~”
  • “I am made of love.”
  • “I’m stronger than you.”
  • “I won’t let you hurt my friends!”
  • “This is who I am.”
  • “I don’t want that for you…”
  • “What if somehow you get hurt?!”
  • “I have to protect you…”
  • “You’re better not knowing the trouble I’m in.”
  • “You don’t have to be a part of this; I don’t think I want you to be.”
  • “I don’t want you to worry about where I just was or what I just saw.”
  • “You don’t need this… You don’t need me.
  • “C’mon and share this jam with me!”
  • “I’d do it for you.”
  • “I’d do it for him/her.”
  • “Balance is the key.”
  • “Keep your eyes on me.”
  • “Concentrate! Don’t you want him/her to live?!”
  • “Just try and think about the life you’ll have… together after the war!”
  • “When you live for someone you’re prepared to die.”
  • “Maybe you’re better off with him/her…”
  • “I think he’s/she’s better for you.”
  • “I guess I got carried away…”
  • “Is there something I can do to make it up to you?”
  • “I see a tower built out of my mistakes and it all comes crashing down…”
  • “I don’t wanna do this!”
  • “I can’t help it if I make a scene~”
  • “I’ve got a pair of eyes that they’re getting lost in~”
  • “Everybody needs a friend and I’ve got you and you and you! So many I can’t even name them, can you blame me? I’m too famous~”
  • “Haven’t you noticed I’m a star?”
  • “What do I do with all this money, when all I want is you?”
  • “How do I spend all this money? I’d rather just spend time with you.”
  • “Let’s go to _____!!! And let’s bring _____!!!!”
  • “100 bucks? Gee thanks!”
  • “Dance with me!”
  • “NO!!!”
  • “After all those years I never thought I’d lose…”
  • “It’s over, isn’t it?”
  • “You won and he/she chose you…”
  • “Now they’re gone…”
  • “Who am I now in this world without him/her?!”
  • “What does it matter?! It’s already done!”
  • “Why don’t you talk to each other?”
  • “I know you’re trying to avoid it, but I don’t know why.”
  • “You might not believe it, but you’ve got a lot in common. You really do.”
  • “You both love me and I love both of you.”
  • “If I were you, I’d hate me too.”
  • “I don’t hate you…”
  • “I now you both need it, someone who knows what you’re going through.”
  • “_____ don’t cost nothing.”
  • “Don’t tell me, sing me!”
  • “Look at everything you do. Look at everything you are. It’s incredible, as incredible as you.”
  • “It’s a full time job admiring all the ways that you’re inspiring.”
  • “I think I need a little change.”
  • “I always did believe that love is all you need to be a happy man/woman.”
  • “Here comes a thought.”
  • “If I could begin to be half of what you think of me, I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love.”
  • “I’d like to learn how to love like you.”
  • “I always thought I might be bad now I’m sure that it’s true; Cause I think you’re so good, but I’m nothing like you.”
  • “Look at you go! I just adore you! I wish that I knew what makes you think I’m so special…”
Wanna Bet? (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!reader

PART II  |  PART III

Word Count: 2,782

Summary: Working as a private tutor at the most prestigious university in the region, you had to put up with a lot of bratty kids. Though none were as bad as Park Jimin. Just as your luck would have it, you’ve been assigned to be his full-time tutor for the year….great. After many failed attempts to get his grades up, Jimin comes up with a bet to raise his marks. What’s the worst that can happen, right?

A/N - This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


You were grateful for this job, you really were. Some days, it was just really hard to be grateful. You worked at the wealthiest, all boys university this side of the country. You’re a private tutor, working with a maximum of five students a year. Things have been going well for you, you’re known as the best tutor at the school, so parents are flocking to you to help their precious spoiled brats. Hey, at least the money is decent.

Your whole week, scratch that, year has gone downhill the moment you get a call from the Dean.

“Y/n? Yes, hello. We’re going to need you to take on a student full time at the start of the new school year. I know this is a lot, so the pay will be increased, and you won’t have to take any other students. You will be tutoring five days a week for this student. Can you do it?”

“Um, yes, I don’t see why not…” growing a little curious as to why the dean himself is contacting you, you ask, “who is the student, Sir?”

“Park Jimin.” Shit.

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Hard to Get - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 9,016

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Multiple Orgasms, Oral (both receiving), Bondage, Hair Pulling, Public Oral Sex, Masturbation, Thomas’s giant dick pressing into his jeans (cause hot damn we all know it does)

Notes: Some cute lil nonnie said they wanted me to write another Thomas smut. So kinky Thomas it is. Thanks @stilinski-jpeg @minhosmeanhoe and @dylan-trash-tbh for yelling at me to write this so much. Otherwise I would have kept procrastinating. I hope this is worth yelling at me so much. 

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anonymous asked:

So I reading chapter 90 and just WOW!!!! Is all I have to say. I love that Deku says it can't be anyone but Kirishima. But can you explain that a little more please! But only if you have time.

The timestamp on this ask tells me I’ve been thinking about it for eight hours and right this moment I just decided, fuck it, the day after the anniversary sounds like a perfect moment to lose my shit over chapter 90 again, let’s do this

So the short answer in case you don’t have time for a trip through ninety chapters of the bnha manga is, Kirishima has with Bakugou a relationship unlike nearly anyone else, based on mutual trust and faith in each other’s strength and the firm understanding that neither of them is putting themselves above the other ever, and that made it so that in the group of people present at the moment Kirishima was the only one Bakugou would have willingly accepted help from, so that’s why it had to be him 

That’s some great foundation for a mutually respectful relationship if I’ve ever seen one and my heart weeps a lot 

BUT I said I was gonna cry about this properly so let’s do this let’s just go back to the beginning of the manga anon my pal I need you to understand why everything about that chapter has me in tears still even though it’s been a year and probably a thousand read-through’s

(this is seriously image heavy I’m so sorry oops)

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AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode six - a murder of gods.

  • ❝ you saved me. thank you. ❞
  • ❝ you already know my name. ❞
  • ❝ what are they ?
  • ❝ oh motherfucker, you never just answer a fucking question
  • ❝ that’s not a question, ___ , a question would be: what do you believe you saw ?
  • ❝ i don’t know what i believe. ❞
  • ❝ it was a warning to me, and a sacrifice to them. ❞
  • ❝ sacrifice ? like –– like what, for –– for a god ?
  • ❝ what’s a god ? can we even know they exist ? people believe things, which means they’re real. that means we know they exist. so what came first ? gods ? or the people who believed in them ?
  • ❝ where was all this before i met you ?
  • ❝ there’s always a window. but people are frightened to look through it. it’s safer in the prison cell. ❞
  • ❝ we’re not safe now. ❞
  • ❝ who are you ?
  • ❝ i believe in some things. ❞
  • ❝ your wife obviously has a temper. not used to getting her way, huh
  • ❝ your dearly departed has departed and i suggest we should do the same. ❞
  • ❝ was she a ghost ? i mean, do you think you saw a ghost ?
  • ❝ you know, you’re not questioning any of this. i’m questioning everything right now. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not so young nor so narrow to assume the dead are dead, and there’s no spectrum or spectral in between. in my experience, the dead that aren’t rarely come back without purpose. ❞
  • ❝ her purpose was to let you go, now get in. ❞
  • ❝ now you’ve seen who’s after us, and you know what they’re capable of. you can hang around here if you want, but i’m getting out of here. ❞
  • ❝ fuck ! where the fuck is my car !
  • ❝ yes, it does belong to the dead woman, i am the dead woman. where’s my fucking car
  • ❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞
  • ❝ worse things out tonight than you. ❞
  • ❝ isn’t she lovely ?
  • ❝ i’ve done the math. this times that equals you’re a cunt, divided by the only way i’m gonna get what i need is if you give it to me equals the only way you’re gonna give it to me is if you don’t need it. ❞
  • ❝ like my friend jesus christ, the only thing you need, ___ , is resurrection. ❞
  • ❝ did you just name drop jesus christ like you know a guy who knows a guy ?
  • ❝ i can be very convincing. ❞
  • ❝ is this you being convincing now ? because you suck at it. ❞
  • ❝ i’m trying to convince you to live. real living. not whatever rot living this is. ❞
  • ❝ why don’t you put that on your fucking scales and weigh it
  • ❝ what the fuck are you ? i mean, what the fuck are any of you, but first, tell me, what the fuck are you ? seriously, what the fuck are you ?!
  • ❝ please stop stealing my cab. ❞
  • ❝ i have been traveling in the direction of mecca for days, looking for a jinn. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll tell you where to find a whole murder of gods, demi and otherwise. every god damned one of them. ❞
  • ❝ i know a charm that can lift grief from a grieving heart. ❞
  • ❝ do you know a charm that can stop bleeding ?
  • ❝ i know a charm that can cure sickness and pain and a charm that can turn away the weapons of enemies. i know a charm that can heal with a touch. ❞
  • ❝ excuse the cold hands. ❞
  • ❝ there’s always been a god shaped hole in man’s head. trees were the first to fill it. ❞
  • ❝ mr. wood was the trees, mr. wood was the forest. see, he was a very old god who saw something very new. he saw a god fearing society turn towards complete industrialization. so what did he do ? he sacrificed his trees, he sacrificed his forest, and he became something else. ❞
  • ❝ well, at this stage it’s ‘we’ll see’, or, ‘time will tell’, but if it’ll rest your weary head, then yeah, it’s gone. ❞
  • ❝ religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of fucked up. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not scared of anything anymore. ❞
  • ❝ i’m scared you’re never gonna shut that flapping hole of yours. i’m sitting here having a fucking anxiety attack because i am genuinely terrified that you are never gonna shut the fuck up. ❞
  • ❝ did you kill ___ ? i won’t tell. ❞
  • ❝ my name is ___. or … it was ___. i do not know what my name is now. ❞
  • ❝ i just realized that i’m never gonna see my mother again. i’m never gonna hear her say my name again. i’m never gonna eat her cooking again. ❞
  • ❝ are you dead ?
  • ❝ this is my afterlife, ___. ❞
  • ❝ did you pray for another life
  • ❝ i do not pray to ask god for things. i pray to thank god, for bringing me where i am. to this time, to this place, where i finally know what i must do in this life. ❞
  • ❝ i pray i find ___. he is my afterlife. i knew him. we knew each other. and now i wish to know more. ❞
  • ❝ people will defend the warm safe feeling their america gives them. they will defend it with bullets. ❞
  • ❝ less a funeral than a celebration of a sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ if i know my friend, somebody got tossed into the volcano. ❞
  • ❝ this was a human sacrifice ❞ 
  • ❝ that’s him. head of the crowd. the one they flock to. ❞
  • ❝ please, go in peace. ❞
  • ❝ what rock did you crawl out from under ?
  • ❝ playing a little hide and seek. hiding from the proverbial them, and seeking … you. ❞
  • ❝ i need you to believe in me. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve heard your name on the wind. ❞
  • ❝ we’re at war already, and we’re losing. you, me, all of us. they’re taking honey from our mouths. ❞
  • ❝ i have no use for shame. ❞
  • ❝ it’s easier to pass for the living in the dark, if i felt the need to pass. ❞
  • ❝ your heart’s not beating for this life anymore, ___. this life is done. ❞
  • ❝ that doesn’t obligate him to feel shit. ❞
  • ❝ perhaps i misjudged the kiss. ❞
  • ❝ death do us part, take the fucking hint. he’s gone. your man came, saw you, tasted death on your tongue, and he fucking left. ❞
  • ❝ your kind of love, ___, is the worst kind of love of them all. you can love somebody even when you know they don’t like it. even when you know they don’t want it. ❞
  • ❝ that’s some profound fucking knowledge for you right there, wrapped up in a quaint sexual metaphor. ❞
  • ❝ people do tend to behave if they know they’re being watched. they like being watched. ❞
  • ❝ somebody’s watching. somebody’s always watching. ❞
  • ❝ what did you do to become the god of this little universe that you’ve created ?
  • ❝ you’re no stranger to sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ they don’t sacrifice anymore. not to me. ❞
  • ❝ you could always sacrifice yourself. you’ve done it before. ❞
  • ❝ you ever see a man hanged, ___ ? throat crushed, gasping for life. it’s a terrible way to find your faith. faith doesn’t have to leave the faithful dangling. ❞
  • ❝ you are what you worship. ❞
  • ❝ the power of fire is firepower. ❞
  • ❝ not god, but godlike. and they believe. ❞
  • ❝ god bless the believers. ❞
  • ❝ i’ll make you a blade worthy of a god. ❞
  • ❝ i know who he is, and who he’s always been. i can depend on that. ❞
  • ❝ you’re not here at the moment. you’re distracted. i wonder why. ❞
  • ❝ she’s out in the cold, but … she doesn’t feel it anymore. or maybe … maybe it’s all she feels, now. ❞
  • ❝ they make blood sacrifices to you. ❞
  • ❝ you could use a blood sacrifice. ❞
  • ❝ you sold us out. ❞
  • ❝ you saw what i was. i was a story people forgot to remember to tell. and they gave me a gun. they put power back in my hands. and i gotta tell you; it feels good. ❞
  • ❝ i never needed my religion to be moral. ❞
  • ❝ moralizing religions are materialistic ones. they all need their martyrs. ❞
  • ❝ i’m laying down a curse. i’m cursing the whole fucking thing. ❞
  • ❝ god is great. ❞
  • ❝ life is great. ❞

Aries — 

 Oh, my sweet, sweet child, what has the world done to you? You were a bright promise, the tomorrow we had hoped for, holding flowers in your mouth without crushing them and trusting blindly in those around you. And then came the blood; and now your fire is a quiet thing, a crackling murmur hidden in the shadows. You’ve curled into yourself like a newborn babe, held your heart tightly to your chest and began the tedious healing. And all the salt in your tears made the deep wounds sting; was it this what kept you pure? I wonder, oh, I wonder. Before you, I had never seen an anathema so full of innocence. (The world tried to cast you down from paradise; and it succeeded. But the fall couldn’t maim you, for fire cannot kill fire – it simply shrunk you, much like a mimosa bloom. I hope one day you’ll feel safe enough to flower, for there is so much beauty in you.)

Taurus — 

 I wish I could wrap my hands around your shoulders and hold you close for a while, because oh, what sad things they are, your bones. I am so sorry, beloved; so very sorry. And I am well aware these apologies cannot change anything, but I want you to know that there is someone who sees you as you are – even when all the others see is your superfluous frivolity and your desire for riches, I see the thoughtful mind, the gentle gestures, each and every of your heartbeats. The song of you is imprinted into my memory
as the change in seasons is; you are unforgettable, something so precious and so very dear. (Don’t let them shame you for your greed – those who try to do so cannot wrap their all too little minds around the fact that sin is not necessarily negative. Your love for gold has root in the same place as your love for others; you only want it so you may share it.)

Gemini — 

 It’s lonely, isn’t it? not being the way all others are. They tell you you’re a forgery, that your smile is a mask and your composure an act, simply because they cannot accept the idea that people are supposed to be multidimensional. On and on they go, pinning their ignorance to you under the name of blame, seeing in you only that which they wish to see. Sometimes, you wish you were like them. I know you do. You shouldn’t. It might be lonely where you are, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing; lonely doesn’t mean secluded. There are others like you, with minds like diamonds. Others like you, who are only habitual in their tendency for change. (You will find someone who can make sense out of you, one day, you know. They’ll know you better than you yourself do – every single aspect of you, every single frantic facet and feeling. And when you do, the wait will be more than worth it. I promise you won’t die nor live alone.)

Cancer — 

 You poor, poor, poor thing. It’s been a thousand years since you’ve curled into yourself, hid your heart deep in the cradle of your ribs and let yourself sleep; then the time came for you to awaken, and you found the world unchanged – it was as if everything had stood still. Reality swept into you like saltwater into gaping wounds, and every fiber of your soul wept. fearful, you took the broken glass road still, walked it fully aware of what laid in waiting; like a bride the night she is wed to a stranger, you swallowed your terror and saw it through. Often, those ignorant make you out to be such a bumbling coward. You’re not. You just aren’t. (In fact, you’re one of the bravest people I know; it takes so much courage to let the world see you weep – and it takes even more of it to wipe your tears and keep moving forward. Above all, it takes immense courage to allow yourself to love even when you know it’ll hurt.)

Leo — 

 The size of your heart puts to shame both Jupiter and your own pride and ego; to this day, I am not sure if you would have been better off with one much smaller, but I know for sure the world would have been emptier by far. You see, your touch is one of gold; whomever you decide to invest your time and love into grows the size of Atlas, and so, without you as you are now there would have been much less in the world. That is your downfall, isn’t it? Always has been. The way you’ve always put others first, giving them all of you, never asking for anything to be given to you in return. You are a gardener, dearest, and people are your roses. (It breaks my heart that all your selfless effort was almost always repaid in hurt and sorrow; know that you are not to be blamed for any of it. You have done nothing wrong – sometimes, things simply fall apart. Don’t shut your heart. I’d hate to see your love rot and turn to hatred.)

Virgo — 

 You have endured well the contempt of others, my dear; you have taken every blow with open arms. They have called you frigid and prude and arrogant and everything in between, but you knew better. Tell me then: if you can endure so well the slander of others, if you don’t care what they make of you, why do you worry so? Why do you see only blemishes when you look at yourself in the mirror? Your hesitance to trust others stems in your fear that if you let them in they’ll see your ugliness, all the imagined imperfections you see in your reflection. You can’t trust others because you don’t trust yourself; and I wish so badly that you would have a little more faith in who you are, in your beauty. (Being unable to forgive, jealousy and lust do not make you terrible. Hate is human nature as much as love is; emotions, be they bad or good, are intrinsic to mankind. You are such a passionate being, despite your outward delicacy, and that, my dear, is simply stunning. Please try to love yourself.)

Libra — 

 Darling child, didn’t the gods tell you the mob sees dancers as something of the devil, especially when their preferred stage is the sharp edge of a sword? Few in this world love truth, and fewer still are fond of things like righteousness and justice. Your ability to remain indiscriminate in the face of contradictory realities and deny none of them is both a blessing and a curse. Your mind, I fear, is the Pandora fate has crafted specifically for you; a beautiful gift that hides such doom and sorrow. And you are aware of all of this – how you were meant for greater things, with your noble mind and your true heart, yet on you dance, fighting against the windmills of adversity. How brave you are. (Know that your effort will not go without reward. Know that you won’t be forever unloved, nor will you be forever misunderstood. There will be those whom, like you, have the makings of just men, and they will understand. Keep your eyes open and search the crowd; that is what you do best.)

Scorpio — 

 I look at you and my heart grows small; there is so much sadness in you, from the flower of your eyes to the slouching arch of your shoulders. You have been misjudged and falsely accused for so long: Whore, they said; monster, perverter, sickness of the soul – and all of it because you like sex, as if somehow they are the Virgin Mary reborn, the goddamn hypocrites. This, too, is something they have misunderstood; it is not sex that you crave or are interested in. It is intimacy: it is the vulnerability that comes with having your soul completely bared and lain before another; you crave love, in its’ purest of forms. (And I know they have convinced you that someone of your kind is not “worthy”; fuck that. Your love is priceless, and one day someone will call your battle scars a masterpiece. One day someone will love you as wholly as you deserve to be loved. They will love all of you.)

Sagittarius — 

 There is such wanderlust in you – you’ve made a home out of the long, long roads, walked the earth to its’ ends and bathed in the oceans of the horizon; the sky was your sole companion, its’ stars your map, the wind a spellsong to ward off the passing sadness and melancholia that threatened to dim the flame of your heart. Oh, my child; how very wonderful you are, a barefoot nomad forever in awe of the world. The feeble minded call you rootless; how wrong they are. Having a voyager heart does not make you afraid of commitment. It simply means your roots lie elsewhere, splat across the world. (Do not let their malice plant doubts into your mind’s garden; your gypsy heart is worth more than all their empty ones combined. Keep daring the world, sate your thirst for journeying; only exploration can ever lead to discovery, so let your feet and head both walk the world.)

Capricorn — 

 Good god, you’re so tired. Life has worn you down to the marrow of your bones, took everything from you until you were bare-handed; and yet you’re still here, standing before me, your spine hardened to titanium, a delicate thing that can withstand even the most apocalyptic of sieges; you still find it in you to smile, bitter-bloody-all-teeth and still happy, somehow. Know that I am proud of you; of your bravery, of your resilience, of how you’ve clung to life by the skin of your teeth. I am proud of you. (And know that you deserve happiness – you may feel like you don’t, you may feel that it is above the likes of you, but you deserve it; you have earned it. Know that one of these days, the sun will shine down on your lane, too.)

Aquarius — 

 There’s so much of you inside your skin I am often surprised it has yet to come apart at the seams; there’s so much of everything inside your skull I am left in awe of your bones – often I wonder, how are they strong enough to contain the exploding universe inside? My god, this world of ours has seven wonders and you are all of them. The fortitude of your bright mind ceaselessly surprises me; I know what to expect, and yet I am still thrown off by your ingenuity and your ability to remain rational in your abstract ways. Nobody but you is open enough to accept it all; nobody but you can see through the prism of all eyes and walk away with their sanity intact. (I know they call you “cold”, an ice queen of the Siberian tundra. Let them be. Those who cannot see your white-hot warmth are not worthy of your brilliance. You are the brightest star, my dear, someone accepting and embracing of it all. Do not settle for anyone that is blind to your light.)

Pisces — 

 And how terrible it must be for you, who lives always halfway, to be stuck in a world that demands certainties which you will never have to give. It is not to say you don’t want to be resolute – you simply cannot. Your world does not have truth, nor does it have falsity; all that your world has are colors, swirling, forever mingling anew like the clouds in the sky. One day you are overflowing with everything that blooms inside of you, and lilies are spilling out of your ribs; the next, you’re empty, and you can’t for the life of you find something that is all-encompassing enough to fill the growing abyss south of your sternum. (Kknow that it is okay. The most humane thing you can be is full of contradictions;  as maddening as it can be, each paradox gets you closer to the entity your peers call God. It was never the Devil that built his home on the crossroads, you know. Embrace your nature.)

— Poetry for the Signs: The “You’ve Done Well” Edition, by L. Schreiber.

anonymous asked:

Sorry if I'm bothering you but can you share why you think avatar is bad?

hoo boy man ur asking for a lot bc that show is a complete and utter M E S S. first, heres the main phrase my tibetan ass wants u to think about: its a show using asian/indigenous ppl and their devastating histories made by ignorant weeaboo white men. I want to write about it in detail bc i’ve always wanted to say something about this but never rly got around to doing it. maybe ill send this in letter format to the writers lol. anyways im going to split this up into parts. I’ll put a readmore bc its kinda long

@bryankonietzko take a nice long look if u still use tumblr lmao

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“I do not regret being who I am, being as open as I’ve been. And I am proud of myself for not apologizing for it. I don’t fit into any of the boxes that so many petty-minded little motherfuckers love to put me in, and I don’t really care.”

The pros and cons of dating NCT 127

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THIS IS A REPOST SINCE MY OTHER ONE WAS DELETED

i even managed to find exactly the same gifs as before lol


Anon: Hey! Love your blog and your writing style! I think this is a bit of a tough request, but I request it to you because I believe you’re the one who can answer it the best. To safe you some time and stress, this is for NCT127 :) What are the pros and cons of dating each member? Like what would be the good things and what would be the difficulties? Good luck on your exams! Love Anon️

Thank you for the request! This is literally the fastest I’ve done a request because I literally loved this request! And thank you for thinking that I’m the best for this! I just hope that I’ve answered it correctly and that toy enjoy reading it!

The rest of the members are under the cut because this is a very long post lol. But sorry about the length of Mark and Haechan’s, I was in a rush to finish them so I didn’t get to spell check them!

Please request more units/members if you’re interested!

You can find the pros and cons of dating Ten here!


Taeil:

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Pros:

  • Chivalrous - Taeil, being the oldest member, is probably going to know how to treat his girlfriend/boyfriend. He’d be well-mannered and considerate, always making sure to open doors for you, pull your chair out before you sit to eat, having a hand at the palm of your spine to reassure you of his presence. Everything about him seems so traditional and gentlemanly and no doubt he’d be a total sweetheart in a relationship. He’d make you feel like a princess/prince in your relationship, as he’d always be putting you first and making sure to be polite as to not make you uncomfortable.
  • Stable - This one, again, I think comes with age and experience. He’s not like the younger members who might suddenly decide to change everything in their life and be totally unpredictable. He knows what he wants from life, he knows how to get there and he knows that there’s no point in committing to something pointless. At least in a relationship, you’d know that Taeil was in in for the long-haul; he’s not here for some petty fling or a couple months. He’d want the whole marriage and kids and growing old together kind of thing, and that would provide reassurance and stability in the relationship, knowing he’ll be completely faithful and loving.
  • Passionate - Although Taeil is slightly more on the introverted side and therefore probably wouldn’t show much skinship or physical affection to his S/O, he’d still be a very passionate person. He’d yearn for the physical affection in private, loving the skin contact and intimate moments. That being said, he’d probably also be quite passionate in bed and have a side to him that most people would not expect. It’d be comforting knowing only you got to see this side of him. The fact that he’d open himself up to you, physically and emotionally, would be a honour.

Cons:

  • Often distant - Being an introvert, would mean communication in a relationship would come harder to Taeil than someone more open. He’d like his quiet time and being by himself. He’d be used to not opening up and so keeping it to himself. Sometimes he’d subconsciously close himself off you, not speaking or texting you for a few hours or even days at a time. It’d be hard. You’d think he wasn’t interested in you anymore or that you had done something wrong, even though you hadn’t. He wouldn’t realise this though, which would always cause a few arguments and complaints from you when he decided to speak to you again.
  • People-pleaser - Maybe this is just a trait of introverted people, but I think he’s the type to want to please everyone. He doesn’t enemies or grudges held against him. If someone asks him for something, no doubt he’ll do it. This would be quite irritating in a relationship. At the start of your relationship, you’d find out that he was still close with his exes, which you didn’t really like. It wasn’t because he was still interested them, but because he literally couldn’t bring himself to tell them that he wanted to be left alone. Although you’d love his big, warm heart, sometimes people would take advantage of it and he’d continue people to keep hurting him because he wanted to please them - and that would pain you a lot, to see the love of your life getting hurt time and time again.
  • Easily provoked - Again, maybe this is just a trait of quiet people, but Taeil, I see, as having a short temper. I know this kind of contradicts my point above, but hear me out lol. With people he really loves and cares about, he only wants the best for them. Therefore if they make a decision or do something he disagrees with because he thinks it’s going to backfire on them, he’d get angry very quickly. He’d be snappy and sarcastic, and find it hard to understand why they would make just a “daft” decision. Likewise, if someone criticised his life, he’d get angry. It’d be quite annoying for you as you’d always have to be careful with your choice of words.

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civil war 2.0 - peter parker

request: hii i know you have a lot of requests but could you write something with “quicker, you freaking piece of-”?? LOVE YOUR BLOG BTW - @mashtoncliffin

summary: peter and y/n find themselves pitted against each other when tony and steve fall into an argument about who’s protege is the best.

notes: i finally wrote it!! i hope you like it babes!

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Honestly, this wasn’t your fault. You’d been so relieved to just have a day off, get some training done, but no. Now here you were, in hand to hand combat with an actual superhero while all the Avengers watched and placed bets.

It all started around two in the afternoon. You were training in the tower, pushing yourself harder than you ever had before. Sweat dripped from your clenched jaw, and sticky strands of hair clung to the back of your neck. With every blow, you imagined the target was Peter.

Damn him for making you feel this way!

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anonymous asked:

Hi TT :), I just went on your marauders threads masterpost and none of the links worked. Honestly it might be my computer (I have a super nasty virus atm) but then it might not be. To give you an idea, every time i scroll over the links the typing cursor comes up (y'know the one with the lines that highlights stuff) I've refreshed the page quite a few times and nothing seems to be working. I will carry on refreshing and see if it will work, but for now I just thought you ought to know :)

(( OOC: Yeah, I’m not sure what’s going on there. :P I’ll try and get that fixed… but in the meantime… let’s see if this works: 

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I’ve come to the Jonsa tag because I’ve got more tinfoil that honestly should be canon at this point, because I have faith in Jon and so should you: 

Jon is listening to Sansa.

Stay with me, alright? If we’re going to believe our little theory that Jon is playing D then he’s doing exactly as Sansa asked him to. And it isn’t honorable or valiant. Jon has always been a kind soul with a gentle honor, but that doesn’t mean he’s not capable of doing what is necessary to survive. Just look at his situation when he was stuck with the Wildlings.  (Which might I mention is another parallel between Jon and Sansa. Both are stuck far away from their home in a captive’s well known territory, and even when they escape, leaving behind someone they may love (Tyrion/Ygritte) and also kill a former lover/fiance turned enemy (Joffrey/Ygritte)  with someone they think they can trust (LF/NW), they’re still prisoners. Birds stuck in a cage, like a ‘little dove’ or a ‘crow’). 

Here’s where I think the proof comes in well enough. D claims people love what their good at, which for Jon is killing and leading, but he doesn’t like that. He hates it. It hurts people and it hurts him, especially because he is just as honorable as Ned- but this wasn’t a parallel to Ned, it was a parallel to Rhaegar. Specifically because he’s around D and dragons. And this line came to mind earlier today. 

“Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died.”

-Jorah to D season 3

And this 

“You have to be smarter than father. You have to be smarter than Robb. I loved them, I miss them, but they made stupid mistakes and lost their heads for it.”

-Sansa to Jon, season 7, episode 1

Jon has to be smart, he can’t follow his kind heart anymore because it will get him and his family killed. So follow her, lead her to believe she’s the one in control. For Jon to maintain the North he needs to think ahead but he also need’s to think of his now. 

I know it could be foolish to think this but I like to think Jon is tricking D. Yes, he gave her the North, but as it was shown in Jon and Sansa’s banter episode one, anything before the word ‘but’ is horseshit. And what did Jon say to D? Especially when he didn’t have to…

“I would bend the knee, but…” 

Sort of as we caught this earlier. 

“You may be my sister, but…” 

Both sentences before the word ‘but’ are horseshit. Sansa isn’t Jon’s sister and Jon would never bend the knee, he was pretty adamant about that even as he was told he was being prideful and letting his people die, because he’s loyal af.

D gave herself away last episode, with her claiming Jon couldn’t leave unless commanded and claiming she’d miss him. She was all up in that Northern booty, alright. There’s no denying it. But no one that watches the show casually (who are not shippers of the two) found any chemistry between them. And that wasn’t due to Emilia, I think she was actually pretty good. But Kit? Oh boy, that dude showed us nothing. Bland stares, a bit of annoyance, and that ‘oh shit’ face when he realized Sansa was right the second episode and D kept him as a prisoner. 

The conversations Jon has had and how he reacts are completely two different things, especially the scene with Missandei. Jon questions her loyalties and looks as if she were trapped too, that there’s no way they could have chosen someone like her to rule. 

He then declares himself King to D, ignores her outright, and leaves without looking back unlike Jorah. Why didn’t he look back? If he’s in love with her, why not take one last look? He did it with Sansa, and she’s just his ‘sister’. She should be lesser in his eyes at this point because he’s internally worshiping D. That’s how her love interests always pan out. 

No one that I know felt a romance coming along Jon’s side, only D’s, and once she gave herself away…Jon therefore acted awkward and unsettled. Seriously, he was uncomely af, nothing about their goodbye felt romantic. It felt rushed, like Jon wanted to get away. And to make sure I wasn’t looking through shippers goggles I asked my parents and friends what they thought and they said the same thing. 

I also have a friend who ships J*nerys, like hard shipping, (Anna, boo, I love and thank you for your insight) and noticed this too. She didn’t like it but she felt it. She was the first to mention to me that he did better with Sophie and the dragon then he did with D. 

So what’s going on? We know D&D can pull off a short romance, Talisa and Robb are a perfect example of this. We didn’t need to be told there was romance, and they were sawing off a fucking leg. 

S why is he all of the sudden acting as if he’s in love with her, holding her hand while the camera zooms up after a serious tragedy (Jonsa anyone? Twice, fucking twice this has happened) and giving her dead ass heart eyes? Sort of lifeless compared to how he looks at Sansa. 

Because he’s playing the game. He knows what those dragons can do, and to secure the North he lies to her, lets her know even though she’s agreed he has to have certainty the North will be safe until after the long night. Because as I said, Jon focuses on the Now, not the later. Unlike Sansa who is opposite in that regard. 

I just can’t see a future in where Jon Snow gives the North to a Southerner despite who we know he is and where his heart lies. He killed the woman he loves for the Watch, and you’re telling me he’s just going to hand over the North like that? That’s not Jon, revived or not, he’s not going to give a damn that D is special or has dragons. She’s destructive and he’s witnessed that destruction and her haphazard way of reacting to trouble. 

She’s like a firecracker that starts over every time she bursts, waiting on a time limit until something comes on up to light her up again. Because dragons don’t grow tree’s, and as much as she’d like to grow those, she follows ‘fire and blood’ and casts fire down on those who disobey. She herself is a dragon, and claims if her children are monsters, so is she. 

I don’t think D is mad, I do think she intends to do good, but she’s the sort to think the ‘any means to an end’ is always necessary when it definitely isn’t. (The show handles this terribly and has made her out to be white jesus- read the books, you’ll enjoy her character so much more. I actually love her character there).

I have faith this is all a ruse that Jon’s playing at, I don’t mind the romance, as long as Jon is happy I’m cool with who he is with, and if that’s D so be it. I hope he truly loves her and treats her right and she does so with him. But handing away the North is where I, the majority of fandom, GRRM himself has proven through his writing, and Jon himself draw the fucking line. (Insert Game Grumps “draw the line somewhere in the fucking sand” quote here).

Jon is going to play dirty, because those who played honorably before him died, and Jon isn’t going to make the same mistake we’ve seen on repeat. This is supposed to be a time for wolves, and Jon must bear his teeth and protect his pack. Protect those he knows he promised to (Sansa) and still intends to protect. It’s only icing to the cake when Jon snapped D’s way when he found out Arya and Bran were alive

 “With all due respect your grace, I’m a King, I don’t need your permission”. 

It’s more than enough to push him in the right direction and do as Sansa asked. Not just dip his toe in but jump all the way and not look back. Three of his pack are home, waiting for him, and he can’t lose that. 

He may have Targaryen blood but he’ll always be a Stark, Sansa said it herself as did Lyanna (Whose name is his mothers, I think that’s significant), and while Jon himself has said he is no Stark- which is true- lets remember this: He is a dragon raised by wolves. 

I hope this all made sense and that I didn’t confuse any of you, I just wanted to touch up on the subject and what I really hope Jon is doing. I love him, his character, and really am concerned with where he’s going. But the Jon we all know, who fought for the North, who would never give it away knowing Arya, Bran, and Sansa (his life) are there- Jon wouldn’t let anyone take those lives into their hands. Those are his to protect. He’s alpha, and furiously loves them all. Love for a woman would not blind him of that. 

Thank you for reading, I hope this brought up some spirits or hope, we might have to wait for this outcome in S8. And about boatbang, I don’t know what to do with that, I think Jon may actually be attracted to D (Because look at her) but we’ve seen pieces of guilt in his expression but also annoyance. His face was dead as hell when he told D sorry for wight hunting, so I don’t know. (He loved Ygritte, it’s not far out that he’d be attracted to D or even love her, but as I said that wouldn’t blind his loyalty to the Starks or the North). And we know Jon wouldn’t be kneeling if he didn’t think what he was doing was in the Norths best interest, as Sansa states, so even if Jon is in love with D he wouldn’t give the North away so easily, he needs to believe this will benefit his family and country- and knowing said country as he does this would never make it better unless he knows D is dangerous and doesn’t want to unleash that on the North: there’s always the issue that comes after the war, D didn’t promise to leave the North alone after defeating the NK, only that she would help. It’s entirely plausible that Jon is simply being sure he doesn’t have to worry about that in this instance but I could be wrong.  

Have faith my lovlies, hopefully this is all just misdirection!

Voicemail

Summary: In which Bucky sends you to voicemail without realizing it’s the last time he’ll ever hear your voice.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,235

Warnings: Angst, Character Death

@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing :)

Originally posted by jamesnbucky

When Bucky’s phone starts ringing, he knows it’s you for multiple reasons. One, you’re the only person who ever calls him. Two, you programmed his phone to play a specific song whenever you called. He constantly forgets the name of it, but he knows the female singing really likes saying ‘I woke up like this’.

“Are you gonna get that?” Steve asks, gesturing to the ringing device in Bucky’s pocket.

“No,” he responds, silencing his phone the way you taught him to. “I’ll just see her when I get home.”

“Home?” Steve’s lips tilt upwards into a smirk.

“Her home,” Bucky corrects in vain. It’s not a secret that he spends all of his free time with you.

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Stan Uris: Childhood Shenanigans

Request  “ could I request a stan having a crush on his popular neighbor that he’s basically liked since they were five because she’s always stood up for him whenever he’s been bullied & it started because she called him her hero after she skinned her knee or something & he helped her get back home? but they drifted apart as they got older as she got more popular so he didn’t think anything would happen between them but it turns out that she liked him all along too? sorry this was so long!!! ”

Pairing → Stan Uris x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Warnings  → None(?)


You stared at the pottle of spices sitting on high on a shelf above you. Mocking you. The bright supermarket lights and white noise mocked you too. Urging you to make a fool of yourself.

You looked down at your Ma’s grocery list. Then up at the spices again. Yep that was it. The very specific spice that your Mother’s dinner depended on. Fuck.

You reached a hand up and it fell, short and lacklustre on the shelf two levels under where it needed to be. You made a face at yourself. And then jumped, like an idiot, to little result. Fuck! Your cheeks went red, and you were too embarrassed to turn and see if anyone had caught your pathetic display.


Stan caught it. He was watching you from the end of the aisle. He smiled at your stupid little bunny hop, and then at the grimace you made as you just stood there.

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