do you have that little faith in me

Across the Divide

TITLE: Across The Divide

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Fourteen

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki sneaking out of the palace as a youth to see the city and countryside, while out one day, he accidentally gets in trouble for something, but a young girl deals with the situation, allowing him to be left alone and his true identity be kept secret. She is a poor girl who is only in the city to sell goods with her father, so she does not realise it is Loki, even though she sees his face. They form a friendship as she shows him around the city, and tells him the date she comes to the city every month for a particular market.

RATING: Teen and Up

Frigga said nothing as her son told her everything, from the day he first met Ariella in the country market as she assisted him get away from a stall-keeper who was accusing him of theft, of how he befriended the girl, how she was the reason he learnt of the mine collapse, how she thought him of all the great inequalities of Asgard, of how she was his greatest friends, how she cared about him, and him her, of her family, of how she ceased to go to the markets one day, of how he thought she was lost, but then found her again and of how was suffering, how she had no form of comfort, how she clearly could not fight the inevitable decline of her health any longer, of how he was about to lose her. What he did not say was his feelings on the matter, but that didn’t matter, Frigga could see that as plainly as she could her younger son in front of her.

She had realised only a short period before that Loki’s recent infatuation was with the girl in question, causing her heartache. There was such little chance of the girl making any form of recovery, she knew that her death would tear Loki apart and so few could understand.

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Dialogue Prompts

‘Do you believe in miracles?’

‘You’re asking me?’

‘What, just because I’m bad doesn’t mean I can’t have a little faith.’


‘We need a plan.’

‘You mean, you don’t just rush straight in and wing it?’

‘How have you survived this long?’


‘I need to tell you something.’

‘No way, I don’t want to hear it.’

‘I won’t make you cry again, I promise.’


‘There’s nothing more I can do.’

‘That’s a lie. You can use you-’

‘Don’t say it. I promised myself I wouldn’t do that again.’


‘What would happen if I just let go? Do you think it would hurt before they died?’

‘You’re a psychopath.’

‘Well we can’t all be sunshine and rainbows now, can we?’

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~

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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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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…”
The pros and cons of dating NCT 127

MASTERLIST

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 Anon❤️

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:

Originally posted by planettaeil

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 initiate 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 quite time and being by himself. He’d be used to not opening up and keeping it to himself. Sometimes he’d subconsciously close himself off you, not speaking or texting you for a few hour 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 himself, 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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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

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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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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“You killed my sister, I forgive you”

In April 2014 Craig Scott (the brother of Rachel Joy Scott, the first victim at Columbine), wrote a letter to Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris, He wanted to forgive them, even if they killed his sister Rachel.

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“Eric and Dylan,
It’s been fifteen years since you came into our school armed to the teeth killing 13 people and wounding 24. In approaching the school, the first person you killed was my sister, Rachel Scott, she was 17. Before you killed her you asked her if she believed in God, she answered “yes” and you opened fire.
It was April 20th 1999, this year the anniversary falls on Easter Sunday where my family will celebrate our time together and honor our faith. If Rachel were here today she would be painting Easter eggs with our sisters and playing with our nieces and nephews.
She, at some point, would look me in the eyes and tell me to smile more and not take things too seriously.
She was an incredible teenager who has changed the lives of millions all by little things she did for others and the writings she left behind in her diaries. The truth about her is that she would have forgiven you for your hateful actions, so do I.

While many people around the world watched on television of students running out of the school, police approaching, and sobbing pupils. Before the camera crew arrived, I was in the library where you were slaughtering our classmates as if it were a game or movie you had watched again and again. At gunpoint you bullied and made fun of us. Crouching under a table remaining silent, I saw you shoot two of my best friends. The last thing Isaiah heard were racial slurs. You both left the library for a few minutes giving us a chance to escape. I yelled out at the students to escape with me and helped pick up a girl who had been shot. After escaping, you returned to the library and put an end to the massacre by taking your own lives.

That day my life changed forever. The next two years I carried a lot of hate and anger fantasizing on how I would have got revenge on you, had you been alive, and at times closed myself off in isolation. It was making me more like you. Then I decided to go on a mission to South Africa. It was one of Rachel’s dreams. There I met the man who enlightened me. 17 members of his family had been killed and despite the profound pain he spoke with me, he shared his story and did it with serenity. That day I understood that I had to break the chain of hate you started and the only way was to share with every one. I had to travel a long path to forgiveness to free myself from your shadows. Now not only do I feel free but I speak about a powerful story that rose out of the ashes - a message that my sister left behind. The biggest antidotes to anger and hatred are kindness and compassion. Your darkness gave light a chance to be seen.

A month before the shooting, you were in your parents’ basement pointing to a camera with a gun saying, “We need to get a f**king chain reaction going here.” At the same time, one month before, my sister was in her english class writing a paper about her values and beliefs, “I have a theory that if one person will go out of their way to show compassion it will start a chain reaction of the same.” Both of you spoke of a “chain reaction” but while yours ended with suicide, Rachel’s lives on with us as we share her story with millions of kids each year. My sister’s unfairly short life continues to have a huge impact on others.

I remember you. We met once when I was in 8th grade and you were in high school. Your presence instilled fear in me. We were at a mutual friend’s house and you were on the computer looking up plans to build a pipe bomb, little did I think that a couple years later I’d find myself under a table protecting myself against such a bomb. We even played basketball together, there you seemed like “normal people”.

There are those who say you started the slaughter because you were bullied and ostracized in our school. If I could go back to that day on the basketball court, I would talk to you, I would ask you why you acted the way you did and I would try to make you understand that it’s not all like it seems. I would tell you that the solitude you felt was the same that many others feel and that it all passes.

Eric and Dylan, what you did that day didn’t solve anything. You didn’t do justice with those guns, you stole the dreams and futures of 13 innocent people, like my sister Rachel. Today I forgive you because I know that hate only creates hate, and I cannot let you take away my smile, you’ve already taken my sister.“

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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.”

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You look really tired

I didn’t plan on banging on my boyfriend’s door at 4 AM, smashed out of my mind, but as it was I had had way too many tequila shots and now the bar was closed and instead of going home I was at Harry’s house.

“Baby, wake up!” I yelled as I banged on the door, “I’m sorry! Let me in! Just wanna see you!”

It took about ten minutes of this, plus a few ignored calls to his cellphone before the door swung open and I was greeted by my very grumpy boyfriend. He was shirtless and his hair was all over the place as he glared at me. I reached up to trace the imprint of his pillow that was currently on his cheek and giggled, “You look really tired.”

He pushed my hand away, “Well, it’s 4 AM and I was sleeping before someone decided to create a ruckus outside my house.”

I giggled again, “Ruckus… What a fun word.” I kept laughing and ended up swaying, causing me to lose my balance.

“Easy!” Harry reached out and steadied me before sighing and pulling me inside. “How much did you drink tonight?”

I hiccuped. “Not sure. Lost track.”

“C’mon.” He guided me to the kitchen, stifling a yawn, “Let’s get you something to eat.”

I frowned as he sat me down at the table, “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“Yes.” He said without looking at me, rifling through the refrigerator. “But it would be very hard to be mad at you if I had to bring you to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.”

We had had a fight earlier in the evening, resulting in me storming off and getting drunk. It was a stupid argument, really. Well, not exactly stupid, I guess, depending on who’s side you were on.

He pours me a glass of water from the Brita pitcher and sets it in front of me. “Drink.”

I smirk, “Got any vodka?” He glares at me. “Kidding, jeez.” I murmur and roll my eyes before taking a sip of water. “What a grump.” He turned back to the fridge, “Harry, I’m really sorry. For what I said earlier.”

“That’s not the point.” He took out some bread and jam before turning to the cupboard and grabbing some peanut butter. My favorite drunk snack. “I don’t care that you said some… not nice things. I care that you made that decision without me after you told me you were doing the exact opposite.”

“It wasn’t your decision to make!”

“I’m not having this argument again.” He spread the peanut butter on the bread. “I’m too tired.”

“If you wanted a girl to follow you around wherever you went then you chose the wrong one.”

He pushed the sandwich over to me, “That’s never what I wanted and you know it. I just thought it’d be nice to spend the summer together and I’m worried about you. You’re working too hard. You need a break.”

I raised my eyebrows before taking a bite of the sandwich, “Me? I’m working too hard? That’s rich coming from you.”

He sighed, “Chew and swallow, love.” I listened, but glared at him the whole time. “Good girl.” He yawned again.

“I’m not a dog.” I muttered before taking another bite.

He shook his head and walked away from the table, “Come to bed when you’re done.”

“No, wait!”

He turned, “What?”

I put down the sandwich, “I don’t… I don’t want to go to bed mad at each other. S’why I came here instead of going home.”

“Sweetheart…” He walked back over to me and curled a piece of hair behind my ear before cupping my chin, “If we couldn’t settle this while you were sober I don’t think we’ll make much progress with you in your current state.”

I grabbed his hand and held it in my lap, playing with his fingers, “You didn’t come find me. You always come find me.”

He sat down in the seat next to me, “Didn’t think you wanted to be found, love. You made it very clear when you left you didn’t want to be around me.”

I smiled shyly at him, “I was lying.”

He gave me a small smile and gently ran the back of his knuckles across my cheek, “I think you’re going to wake up tomorrow and regret telling me all this.”

“I know I promised I’d spend the summer traveling with you, but I just… this is the biggest opportunity I’ve ever had. I’m never going to be offered a job like this again. I can’t turn it down.” I trailed off as I looked at him. He looked so sad, but there was also understanding somewhere in those eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, “It’s fine, just wish you had told me sooner.” He lightly patted my thigh, “I am really proud of you, love. I hope you know that. I’m just selfish, want you all to myself.” He gave me a small smile, but I could see he was still upset.

“I get that you wanted to spend the summer with me, but this feels like there’s something else bothering you.”

He watched me for a moment, “You’re going to laugh at me.”

I shook my head, “Won’t, I promise.”

Harry sighed, “I’m just afraid… You’ll fall out of love with me if we don’t see each other over the summer.”

I stared at him, “Do you really have that little faith in our relationship?”

“Well… No… I just…” He started to smile, “I guess, when you put it like that, it does sound a bit silly.”

“Yeah.” I smiled, “Very silly.” I leaned in and kissed him.

“Mmm…” he pulled away, frowning in thought as he smacked his lips together, “Tequila?”

I laughed, Harry had a talent for guessing my drinks just from kissing me. “Correct.” I pressed another quick kiss to his mouth, “In all seriousness I am so ridiculously in love with you and nothing will ever change that. Okay?”

He nodded and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Next time tell me what’s really bothering you first so I don’t have to suffer through a hangover to figure it out.”

He laughed, “Good idea.“

eritreayunani  asked:

HI HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING OKAY IMMA TONE DOWN MY EXCITEMENT NOW. Um, could you pretty please do prompts on an optimist who is best friends and/or lovers with a really pessimistic person? Thank you in advance!!! xxx

1) “You don’t always have to see the worst in people, you know.”
“I’m seeing what’s there. People are the worst.” 
“Including me?”
The pessimist faltered. “You’re…not the worst. Sometimes.”


2) “We’re going to die.”
“Have a little faith.”
“I have a lot of faith - in gravity. We’re going to fucking die. Why do you always do this?”


3) “I’m such an idiot,” the optimist said. “You were right.”
The pessimist frowned, hating seeing them so worn, so defeated. Hating the bastard who’d take advantage of anyone trying to see the best in people. Being right didn’t feel good, not then. Not when they looked so small as a result. 
“It’s not your fault,” the pessimist muttered. Trying desperately to think of a way to fix it. 


4) “I thought you hated my quote ‘foolish optimism and reckless insistence on assuming people are good’ end quote.”
“Oh, I do,” the pessimist said. “It’s the stupidest thing ever.” They wouldn’t look at the optimist, a touch of colour on their cheeks. “But I admire you for it all the same. Someone has to see the world as better or it’s never going to be.”

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Summary: Loki has turned a new leaf, and has taken residence at the tower. That doesn’t mean everyone trusts him. It’s family night, and everyone is invited but him. You decide to spend some time with Loki in his room.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: WOOOHOOO!!!!! Finally I uploaded something!!! Tasha Tuesday tomorrow, and some more Bucky on the way too!

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Ever since Loki got to the tower, you could say things have changed. The easy going, peaceful atmosphere has all but diminished. Everyone is either terrified of the God, or just down right hate him. I believe in the power of positive attitude and kindness. I believe he has changed his ways, but I also think treating him as if he’s a monster will just turn him back into one. I’m not saying I expect everyone to treat him like family immediately, I understand what he’s done and what he’s tried to do. I don’t expect them to accept him with open arms, especially Clint. I’ve caught him with an arrow towards him and I’ve had to stop him. I didn’t figure I’d have to tell a man with 3 kids not to shoot an arrow at a new ally.

As ‘family’ night in the avengers tower is in full swing, I can’t help but feel guilty as literally the only one who wasn’t invited was Loki. Even Thor is here.

“Come on, (Y/N) lighten up. It’s family night!” Tony slaps me on the back, causing me to spit my wine out. Glaring up at him, I put my wine glass on the table.

“It doesn’t really feel like family night.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Something wrong?” Steve comes up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrug his hand off my shoulder.

“How can we really call this family night when the newest member of our ‘family’ is never invited, and we make no effort to make him feel welcome?” I throw my arms up, walking out of the kitchen. I hear Steve sigh, and I can sense him following me.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Where are you going?” I turn to face him. Maybe it’s PMS, because I’m usually not this highly emotional, but I can feel tears prick my eyes.

“I’m going to go see Loki, because I seem to be the only one who believes in him and I want to spend time with him.” Steve keeps up with me, his hands in his pockets.

“Look, (Y/N) I know how you feel. Really, I do. But he made his bed, and now he has to lay in it.” I turn sharply, and I can only hope the glare I had on my face would kill a man.

“I don’t know about you, Captain, but I believe every man can change his ways. I think Loki is a prime example of that.” He crosses his arms, spreads his legs and looks at the ground, before looking up at me.

“This is Loki we’re talking about here, (Y/N). The God of Mischief and Lies. He can make you think anything about him that he wants you to. He’s dangerous.” I roll my eyes for the one-too-manyth time today.

“That’s rich coming from the man who said, and I quote “There’s only one God ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” Does that ring a bell to you, Captain Rogers?” I think for once, I’ve struck the man speechless. It feels good. Empowering.

“Now, please excuse me. Someone has to let him know he’s wanted around here, even if you don’t.” He uncrosses his arms, running his right hand through his hair.

“(Y/N) that’s not what I meant and you kn-”

“Goodbye, Rogers. Enjoy family night.” I’m in the elevator with the doors closing before he can finish his sentence. I don’t think that was too harsh, right? Considering the shit way they’ve been treating Loki.

I understand how dangerous the man is, believe me, I was there when we fought him and the chitauri. I also believe in second chances. Now I know, world domination is a REALLY big thing to have to forgive, and as I’ve stated before, I do not expect everyone to forgive him and be his best friend. He has a long road ahead to make people trust him again, and he’s acutely aware of that. And even if he has no one else, he’ll have me. And I hope that means something to him.

Coming to Loki’s door, I knock firmly twice, awaiting his response. The door opens on its own, no doubt with a little help from his magic. Entering his room, which is decorated with green, gold and black. Did you expect anything else? He lays perched on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, and a book in his left hand, a book he’s no doubt read numerous times, and his right hand behind his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Good evening, pet.” My cheeks become hot at this new nickname of his, he just recently started calling me said name.

“Good evening, Loki.”  He closes his book, and sets it in his lap, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you not with your comrades? It is, family night is it not?”  I sigh, looking down at my hands, and twiddling with my fingers.

“It is, I just thought you could use some company. If you don’t mind, that is.” He grins, setting his book on his large, black bedside table.

“How considerate of you, darling. Come, sit.” He gestures to the spot next to him on his massive bed. I don’t know why, but Loki has always been intimidating to me. I’m not afraid, no. He doesn’t scare me, not anymore at least. His presence DEMANDS respect, way more so than Thor. I thought meeting the God of thunder and fertility was difficult, meeting Loki is a whole new ball game. He is stunning in a way no mortal man could ever compete with. Him and Thor are both similar, and yet total opposites. They’re both visually stunning, in their own respects. Thor is powerful, in every sense of the word, and strikingly handsome. He’s cheery, humble, and kind. He is sunshine, while he controls the rain.

Loki is devastatingly handsome, in ways Thor could never accomplish. He’s clever, witty, dark and humorous. He’s romantic, and whimsical. It takes all these qualities to make him the God of mischief and lies, and he does not disappoint.  Perhaps it is these features that has caused me to fall so hard for him..

Doing as he asks, I sit next to him on the bed, moving cautiously, as not to stardle him. Not that I ever could, but just to be on the safe side, I take my time.

“How has your evening been, Loki?” He smirks, turning to face me.

“Quite enjoyable, really. More so now. What have I done to deserve your presence darling?” I bite my lip, looking down into my lap.

“I-I just thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone, and I don’t like the thought of family night when the newest of our family was up in his room alone.” He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Mmm, I see. I’m glad you decided to stop in and visit me. Although I must confess, this is not anything new to me, pet. I’m used to being left out. You needn’t trouble yourself with me. My past decisions led me to where I am now, and I must live with the consequences. Do not fret over me, pet. I shall be fine.” I turn to face him, licking my lips and taking a deep breath.

“Nobody deserves to live a life of solitude, Loki. You’ve made some bad choices, yes. The world will probably never see you as good ever again, but that shouldn’t mean the ones you call friends and family never will again. I was THERE, Loki, I saw what happened. I fought against you and almost got killed in the process, I’ve saved many lives, and lost even more. But I believe a man can change, and I believe you have. If nothing else, we as your new comrades should have some faith in you, even if just a little.” During my whole speech, he was looking deep into my eyes, trying to find a lie, or a stretch of the truth, of which I knew he wouldn’t find. He licks his lip, before drawing it into bite on it.

“Why? Why do you believe in me? I do not deserve it.” I sigh.

“Everyone deserves someone cheering them on in their own little corner.” He smirks, bringing his hand up to cup the back of my head, before pulling me closer to him and leaning in.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I lick my lips, whilst staring at his own.

“What are you waiting for then?” He needs no more convincing, he leans up, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is slow, but passionate. There’s no need to rush here, we have all the time in the world.

Originally posted by painfulblisss

“What will your friends think of this?” He asks once he pulls away, licking his bottom lip.

“I don’t give a damn what they say.” He chuckles.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

FIN.

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Towards All Tomorrows

Inside the Meido

A little girl tugs at the only thing she can reach, the strange green skirt. She mumbles sternly, “No crying”
The woman shrieks, scaring the little white-haired girl, whose eyes shut and ears flattened in pain. After feeling warm familiar arms, the young hanyou opens her golden eyes to find the strangely dressed miko hugging her close.
“I’m not alone!” The miko exclaims, though the girl did not know she was talking to herself.
“Of course not, stupid!” She reprimanded softly.
Kagome blinked and put enough distance between them, though still not wanting to let go of the only other soul in this darkness, to see who this little demon child might be. What a strange thing for A CHILD to say. She wouldn’t put it past Inuyasha to say something like that but …
If she hadn’t been so scared, she would’ve cupped her mouth with her hands in instinct but she just gasped and gaped at the girl who was giving her a strange look.
She sniffed, “You smell weird. Who are you?”
This is Inuyasha’s child! It has to be! She looked to the jewel, seeking clarification. After all, why would the jewel allow her to see anyone? What was it plotting? But it gave no answer to her silent question.
She looked back to the girl to find a frustrated expression and a twitching ear that she knew all too well. She knew that the hanyou child was getting impatient. Kagome smiled, “I’m-”
“MORIKO!” Kagome whipped her head about at the sound of Inuyasha’s voice. Instantly the girl shouted back, “PAPA!”
Was she not an illusion after all? “INUYASHA!” Kagome yelled as well.
“You know my daddy?” The girl questioned. Kagome smiled, “Of course I do. I love your daddy towards all tomorrows.”
The little girl’s face lit up at that. “You’re-”
She paused and sniffed the air. Then she wrenched herself from Kagome’s hold and ran towards … Kagome’s heart wrenched in pain as she saw Inuyasha appear, the tetsusaiga in its meido form casually laid back one shoulder. “Inu-”
“Moriko, are you alright?!” She giggled as he sniffed her, checking her well-being.
His little girl climbed up on his other shoulder once he finished. “Papa! Look!” She pointed but she didn’t need to, he already knew.
Inuyasha had smelled her and heard her begin to say his name the moment he’d come here. At that moment he remembered his wife saying that time was a tricky thing, and that it was best not to mess with it. But what the hell am I supposed to do now?? She’s already seen both of us.
The young Kagome smiled, and his heart melted when she spoke, “So you got to have a happy future. I’m glad.” He could smell the tears beginning and nearly flinched.
“Kagome …” He didn’t want to spoil the future and he chose his next few words carefully.
“I guess the meido’s fabric of time is different. Somebody important to me once said that time is a tricky thing,” he quoted his wife, “Perhaps you were meant to meet us before so that you would know what you would be coming back to.”
“Ah.” Kagome rubbed her eyes, which were already raw. She was beginning to accept that Inuyasha must’ve fallen for another woman and had a child. She knew she shouldn’t ask about the future but … “Come back? Do I leave? Am I stuck on the other side?”
The young half-demon on his shoulder looked confused. “Daddy? What are you and mommy talking about?”
Kagome deadpanned, then blushed and Inuyasha put a hand to his face and groaned (but secretly enjoying young Kagome blushing). “So much for trying to avoid screwing up the future.”
There was a moment of silence before the older Inuyasha steeled himself, “Kagome, have faith in me … The- the young me” He clarified.
The pure soul that was Kagome smiled, “I have to believe that the future is not set, Inuyasha. Besides, I know better than anyone that ‘time is a tricky thing.’ But what’s going on? How are you here and not your younger self?”
“He’s here too, looking for you. As for why I’m here, this little rascal got too close to the meido. It was an accident.”
“Sorry Daddy.”
He nodded to her, then continued, “Kagome. You’ll know what to do, and you can do it. I promise.”
Inuyasha turned then, whipping his sword through the air, opening a meido. Through the opening, Kagome could make out an unfamiliar house and garden on a sunny evening.
He stepped forward, then leaped through. On the other side, the little girl on his shoulder waved. Inuyasha turned and yelled through time, “The idiot forgets to say it but I’ll say it for him: I love you!”
Then the portal shut before she could reply. It was so sudden that she burst into tears despite the fact that she has already cried all her tears away. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was so happy, or because as the portal was gone so could that future.
After some time, the jewel spoke again, “Be true to your heart, Kagome. What will you do?”
She gathered herself up from her knees, holding Inuyasha’s words dear to her soul. Kagome stared at the jewel with new determination, “I won’t make a wish. I believe Inuyasha will come for me.”

Ten years later

“Soooooooooo, how was your little trip?” His wife grinned innocently from the doorway, her arms crossed over the swell of her belly. He was only a few weeks away from meeting his second child. He smirked as he remembered his bet with her over his unborn’s gender.

His mind acknowledged her question, and remembered what happened before he jumped in after his daughter. Kagome had simply watched, as if she hadn’t been concerned in the slightest.

Growing bored watching her father pondering his thoughts, Moriko hopped off and dashed up the few steps to hug her mother’s leg as all children often do. She rubbed her cute chubby face in the fabric, apparently in love with the sensation, then perked up, “Momma! You won’t believe it! We met your twin!”

Kagome smiled softly at her daughter, but before she could say anything, her daughter continued, “Papa called her by your name though…” she gasped, “We traveled through time! Just like you used to do! Why did you wear those strange clothes? I could barely reach them.”

His wife pressed two fingers to her own forehead, feigning that she had a headache, “So many questions.”

“Keh.” Inuyasha ascended to her side, tickling her ear with his soft whisper, “You were just as annoyingly smart wench.”

She returned his smirk and smacked him a quick kiss. “And you were just as impatient.”

The couple watched their daughter bound about the yard like a puppy, which she technically was being part-demon. Kagome sighed, “And energetic as well.” She pulled his clawed hand and pressed it to her swollen mid-section. He nearly jumped at the harsh thump that came from inside her. He was used to this one being calm, only hearing its heartbeat.

Giggled at his reaction, she gave him this expression full of love, “I love you.”

Cupping her cheek, he replied, “Towards all tomorrows.”

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*squeals loudly* I AM A GENIUS!!!

WEEEELLLLLL This took two hours of my ‘study time’ … no regrets

lookie wut I made @keichanz

anonymous asked:

What do you think that Touka and Kaneki's plot line will lead up to?

Originally posted by you-wanna-kiss-the-girl

…Or so we can hope ;)

But in all seriousness, Kaneki did promise to talk with Touka after the Lab Raid, and I get the feeling this is going to happen in Chapter 120, with 118 and 119 dealing with events in the CCG and Akiramon. Why 120? Well, we just had a parallel to the original series’ Kanou’s Lab arc, and a second Anteiku raid has been set up with Takeomi - what major moment between Kaneki and Touka happened between those two arcs in the first manga? 

The confrontation on the bridge in Chapter 120. So mark the 8th April on your calendars, everyone.

Now that they’re both roughly in the same place on the Ghoul/Human spectrum, effective communication between the two of them is looking more and more likely. Kaneki has never been a very open person - Hide was about the only person he opened up to, and that stopped completely when he became a Ghoul. But that’s a trait he and Touka share. She hated for people to see her insecurities and weaknesses, so she covered it up with aggression in an overt display of strength. 

But given how they’ve both matured, I think this conversation will go very differently from the last one. The Amon/Touka conversation we had last chapter hints through Amon at the reason for Kaneki’s own reluctance to talk, but when the talk happens he might be finally convinced to open up about all of the fear, guilt and self-doubt he’s been harbouring. As for Touka, she’ll talk about being left behind by Arata and Ayato and express her will to fight alongside him instead of being protected all the time. Romantic or not, (and given all the sudden canonisations of ships in the latest arc, I’m actually pretty confident in the former), Kaneki and Touka will leave the encounter closer and with clearer consciences. The last encounter ended dramatically with a fight - to mirror that, I think this time around we might get a hug at the very least.

But themes and characters aside, how does this tie into the main plot? Because in the upcoming CCG raid on :re, Touka will be placed in severe danger. Kaneki failed to save the old manager, but will he be able to save the new one? Having finally reached a mutual understanding with her, just like he did with Yoshimura by hearing his story, the stakes will be all the higher. Kaneki and Touka themselves make a nice little parallel for Kuzen and Ukina too - a ghoul and a human who met at a coffee shop and became entangled in each other’s worlds.

The raid on :re will be a delicious opportunity for tragedy for Ishida, and that art with Touka in funereal clothes with Kaneki’s mask leaves me more than a little wary for our main’s safety. However, I see :re as Kaneki being given a chance by the author to do his story again, and to make sure that it’s not a tragedy this time around - a :rewrite, if you will. He’s already made a lot of mistakes on the way but I think we ought to have faith, as Touka did, that he will always be able to return to Anteiku.