even if she wants them to stay

anonymous asked:

do you think clarke was planning on kissing/sleeping with lexa when she walked in the room or did lexa just blow clarke away with how beautiful she looked and she just couldnt resist her anymore

No I don’t think so. She went in there with the idea to say goodbye.

She freezes in place when Lexa appears, blown away for a moment. Petrified by Lexa’s beauty and probably by the realization that she really doesn’t want to leave, that she wants to stay there with her. It is Lexa who talks first, because she already realized why Clarke is there. 

Clarke answers “Now.” She was ready to leave right then. Her entire speech to Lexa is a goodbye. “I’m sorry.” “Maybe someday…” She is preparing herself to leave Lexa, giving herself (and them) some hope for a future that she isn’t even sure she believes in. Deep down she knows that they will always be bound to their people in some way, and Lexa knows too. She knows it more than Clarke. But she still smiles and says “I hope so…” She tries to give Clarke the hope she needs. And then they shake hands, Lexa says “May we meet again.” and I think that’s when something clicks in Clarke.

This is happening. They are saying goodbye. They are leaving each other, she doesn’t know for how long. It might take months before they see each other again. Hell, they might never see each other again. All these “maybe”s, all these words about the future feel empty, because the future is just a concept. Something volatile, something intangible. But this moment they have right here? This is real. Lexa is real. She is right in front of her, painfully beautiful, with a warm hand on her arm and tears in her eyes. And Clarke doesn’t have it in her to resist. She cannot waste what could be the only moment they have that is only theirs, and then live with the regret. She just can’t. 

So she kisses Lexa. And kisses her again, and takes off her clothes and makes love to her and everything else fall away because in this moment it’s them, together, and nothing else exists.

anonymous asked:

So hey I was "abused" (hate saying that cause i don't feel abused, but i know it *was* abuse) and ive been trying to understand how my abuser came to abuse (they were abused horribly as a child - proof of it comes from their sister, since she witnessed and experienced the abuse also) and i have such mixed feelings should i hate them? should i toss them aside even when theyre working so hard to better themselves? ugh emotions are so hard for me to figure out, i never know what im suppose to feel

You have a right not to want to be around them because of their abusive behavior. Just because they’re working to better themselves doesn’t mean you have to stick around if you don’t want to. It’s great they’re trying to improve themselves, but you are not obligated to stay or forgive your abuser.

Imagine the Suicide Squad taking a liking to you, Rick Flag's second in command

Y/N trailed up to Colonel Flag, she wanted to know what was really going on as well.

“Colonel! Colonel f- Rick!” She shouts, grabbing her superior’s shoulder.

Rick turns to her. He wasn’t even angry that she called him by his first name.

“What is it Lieutenant Y/L/N?”

Y/N grabs the files from Deadshot that the squad found in Amanda Waller’s crashed helicopter.

“You’ve been keeping everything from them!” She gestures to the squad, “From me! When were you going to tell me that Waller kept my family’s letters from me?!”

Rick only swallows hard, “She wanted you to stay focused.”

Deadshot shakes his head, giving Rick a disappointed look. “You screwed up, bad. Even your own sqeaky clean soldier is turning against you. You can kill me if you want, I’m getting a drink.”

Harley shrugs, following the marksmen into the nearby bar as well. Captain Boomerang and Killer Croc do the same, as well as Diablo. The only ones left in the pouring rain were Y/N Katana and Rick.

Rick wipes his damp hair, “Y/N I wanted to tell you. I-I just didn’t-”

“Cut the bullshit! I’m done, save June yourself! I always knew you couldn’t keep her in check,” Y/N mutters, stalking off into the bar.

Rick’s eyes soften, “Y/N, I can’t do this without your help!”

Y/N doesn’t stop at his desperate words entering the bar. She can feel the eyes of the entire squad on her. The dead silence and glares from them don’t faze her as she sits down on a bar stool in front of Harley Quinn. She keeps her eyes on the wooden table, trying not to assert any of the squad.

“Wanna a drink sweetie?” Harley asks, patting Y/N’s hand, giving her a grin.

Y'N stares at Harley’s goofy grin and nods. “Sure, burben.”

Harley nods, turning over to the array of bottles, grabbing the burben. She places a shot glass in front of Y/N, pouring the liquid into it.

“Thanks Harley,” Y/N says, chugging the shot down in one gulp.

Harley grins eyes never leaving Y/N. Y/N places the glass down, raising an eyebrow at Harley. She turns to see Deadshot sliding a bit closer to her. Y/N notices Katana grabbing her sword.

“Ease up Katana. It’s fine.”

Katana nods, backing away. Deadshot grins raising his glass up to Y/N.

“To Y/N. The only sqeaky clean soldier who has the lady balls to call out her superior’s shit,” Deadshot declares.

Harley and him both clink glasses. Deadshot raises an eyebrow to Y/N holding his glass out to her. Y/N smiles now clicking her glass out to her. She does the same with Harley. Even Boomerang, Diablo and Croc raised their glasses.

Harley giggles, “There’s that smile. Even for a good guy you’re kinda cute.”

Y/N giggles as well, “That means a lot. This means a lot”, Y/N raises her glass, “To you baddies.”

Okay can I just. Steven curling into his tiny bubble after sending Eyeball Ruby floating off into space was one of the most heartbreaking things I’ve seen on a show with a whole lot of tragic backstory and heartbreak. Then, combined with that conversation with the Crystal Gems at the end of the episode about Rose doing what was best for the Earth and Steven’s quiet little “Thank you for telling me”…. That is going to HAUNT me, man.

Because Steven never gives up, never lets anyone go. He wanted to keep searching for Malachite even after Lapis repeatedly told him to stop, he refused to let Peridot stay bubbled when he thought there was a chance she might be willing to help them, he’s desperate to find a cure for corruption for centi and all the gems in the temple, and now Jasper too. To send Eyeball flying off into space like that… I mean, narratively, yeah, there’s good chance she’ll beat the impossible odds and come back later, but realistically, from Steven’s perspective, he might as well have shattered her then and there. Because sooner or later she’s going to hit another rock and crack or shatter or she’ll fall into a star and melt or she’ll get drawn into a black hole and there will be nothing she can do about it, and she’ll be left to die alone in the vastness of empty space.

So that he was forced to do that, forced to choose between letting them both die out there and saving himself at the cost of her life, that would be painful enough for him, and to have that come right on the heels of learning about what Rose did… While in some measure it’s comforting to know he hasn’t failed his mother, because she would have made the same choice, in some ways it’s even more painful because it reinforces the knowledge that there really WASN’T another choice. That there really isn’t always a high road to take, that sometimes difficult, horrible decisions have to be made - and that if anything there are only more of them in his future

what I love most about the Mike and Eleven OTP is that their story is only their story. its not a cliché ‘new girl, geek boy’ or something like that. No, they have something real. He did a random act of kindness to her, then helped her, then learned more to her, then ended up being her friend, started thinking she was pretty, wanted to kiss her. It wasn’t his fault he fell in love with her. it’s not like it’s a boy meets girl and stays with girl type of thing. They showed that they would do anything for each other, that they would protect each other. They can talk without ever ending, even after they kiss. This OTP is just special in ways that I can’t describe. It might even be tied with Riarkle tbh. I love them so much.

i never really understood why people complain about how brotherhood/the manga treated and depicted winry? like okay they depicted her as the typical housewife or whatever who cooked and waited at home for the love of her life, but honestly, what’s so wrong with that? what’s wrong with wanting to be a stay-at-home mom and housewife? women can do that and STILL be independent without people labeling them as weak-minded (being dependent isn’t bad nor makes you weak-minded either)

and it’s not like the manga/brotherhood makes winry look dependent or the typical housewife anyways. her ENTIRE CHARACTER is built around her being independent. she began learning about automail at like age 5, she was literally able to peform automail surgery at age 11, and even built an entire automail arm and leg for ed. she did what she wanted not because ed or anyone told her to; everything she does in the series is HER CHOICE

when she decides to ask dominic if she can be his apprentice or gets an apprenticeship from garfiel or hell, DELIVERS A FREAKING BABY, it all shapes her into an independent and capable woman. she even teaches hughes, A GROWN MAN, a lesson about emotions and why just saying and talking about how you feel is okay and makes misunderstandings harder to come by

yeah, she decides to let ed go save the country while she waits at home to bake him an apple pie, but it’s HER choice in the end. and besides, she’s just a human being????? do you really expect her to go and fight a bunch of homunculi? no, you don’t, and that’s /okay/. strong female characters aren’t just badass-kicking ladies who can fight monsters. just because she wants to wait for ed to beat the bad guys and bake him a pie when he gets home doesn’t make her ANY LESS independent or capable as a woman. not to mention she still has to run her automail business in resembool

winry has obviously had SO MUCH influence on ed too, and same with ed for her. she inspires ed and is the reason he keeps on going. when she delivered the baby, when she came up with the plan to be scar’s hostage, when she freaking walked up to scar like he hadn’t killed a bunch of people, it’s obvious she is the reason ed is able to mature throughout the series. she isn’t just his “waiting back at home housewife.” she has affected his life so much, and they both learned so much from each other throughout the series in their character development. brotherhood did not skim over those qualities at all


It had been a long week. Work was getting stressful, and because she had taken time off, her paycheck wasn’t as big as usual. She had to pay to fix her laptop so she could work, and her bills had chewed up a lot of her paycheck aswell - but she hadn’t managed to pay all of them. She’d gotten home on Wednesday night to find her cable off with a sigh. She just couldn’t afford it right now. She hadn’t told Puck. She wanted to be able to handle herself and her own apartment..but it wasn’t working out how she was planned.

She was heading to his place at around 10, not having work on this particular Friday. It was nice to have time off, as she’d worked Monday to Thursday non stop, even staying late, simply to try and bump her paycheck up a bit. Working made her tired, but the stress of bills was making her quite anxious and worried. She tried not to let it affect how she acted..and how little Quinn was, but that was easier said then done.

She turned up to his place, letting herself in. She had texted him to say she was on his way and he said he was just coming back from the gym, so he was probably only 15 minutes or so away. Quinn just headed in, shutting the door behind her and already getting started on things. She had laundry to do, and didn’t really feel like doing it at her apartment building as that did cost money, so she had brought some over. She set the washing machine up and running, and headed upstairs, to get changed into some little clothes, with a sigh. It was going to be an interesting weekend.


I think Season 3 should be Maura and I going off into the sunset and just leave the kids with the dads. Maybe we’ll do Thelma and Louise and drive over a cliff.
              –  RUTH WILSON

Bleach Epilogue

This actually doesn’t flow the way I wanted it to but close enough!  Probably one of infinity possibilities I would prefer!

Background to this epilogue:
Yhwach was defeated by an ichiruki tag team like Urahara hinted at.
Chad did not become a boxer, he became a firefighter who has a no kill shelter and saves animals on the side.  He has a motorcycle with a side car that usually has some kind of animal with a tiny helmet on and a leather jacket that has Chad’s no kill shelter logo.  Ishida made the jacket.
Tatsuki is a gold medalist in Karate and international champion in martial arts.  Ichigo’s kids go to her dojo.  She threatened to beat him up until he enrolled them.  He would have even without the threats, he just wanted to irritate her.
Ishida is not a doctor.  He does fashion and is very successful and also a stay at home dad.
Inoue is a doctor.  With a side business in cooking.  It actually has quite a bit of a following despite her unique tastes.  Her children love her cooking.
Kon helps take care of Ichigo and Rukia’s kids and runs errands for Urahara.  He has his own gigai, sometimes.
Urahara and Yoruichi have their own child, a girl who can turn into a calico kitten.  She loves her uncle Yuuichi.
Karin is developing her powers, not as actively as Ichigo had but she trains while working on a soccer scholarship.
Yuzu is interested in culinary school and frequents home to see her nieces and nephews as well as placate her father who feels “lonely.”
Isshin is very happy with the amount of grandchildren he has and his official third daughter (in law).

Ukitake lived.
Byakuya does not pressure his nieces and nephews to follow in Kuchiki clan upbringing, but he does encourage their interest in the arts and admiral seaweed.  Ichigo is not sure if this better or worse.
Rukia continues her Shinigami duties frequenting between both worlds, mainly she stays in the human world acting the main liaison connecting the two and helps Isshin out in his clinic with her kido, learning from him.  Full time mom. Also pregnant with their fourth child, a baby girl who will look exactly like her mother but have Ichigo’s eyes.  
Ichigo works with Rukia as a Shinigami much like their old days but they have to balance their duties.  He most likely works as a firefighter as well as part time helping around his dad’s clinic, more as hard labor transferring patients.  Full time dad.
I could not name the daughter and I don’t believe she’d be named after someone important to Ichigo and Rukia because I doubt they’d want their children to live in the shadow of other people.  I think she’d have a name that combines protection and “one” because she’s the first born and maybe even ‘light’, but I’m not great with kanji readings so sorry she’s nameless lol.  I do believe one of the sons would be named mamoru tho and the last daughter would be something related to snow.

A young girl stands in the middle of a walkway facing three boys who easily look twice her size and a few years older.  Various metal piercings glint from their sneering faces, but nothing is as vibrant as the rich orange color of the girl’s hair or the blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth.

Young girl
Age: 11
Hair color: Orange
Eyes: Indigo
Occupation: Elementary student

“Look at this snot-nosed brat,” one sneers.  The young girl in question names him ‘smelly’ as she wipes the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing blood across her cheek.

“Getting all worked up, how cute, you think you can beat us?”  Another one laughs.  She names him 'ugly’ as she spits out the metallic taste on the ground without breaking her gaze from them.

“Maybe we’ll play with you once we’re done here,” the last one chimes in.  This one is 'stupid.’  Her eyes dart at the tiny blonde, black and white furball trembling in his grasp.

“And quit dying your hair, all that bleach must be getting to your head to be stupid enough to think you can fight us.”  

Her brows furrow together as her indigo eyes glint brightly.  She already forgot which one was named which, but now they were all named ’dead.’

They had all broken into a bout of rancorous laughter before there was grunt and the laughter seemed to be short a voice.  Before the knew it, one of the three boys were curled up in a fetal position at the base of a nearby wall that now showed a small crack in the hard rock.  The other two boys stopped their laughter abruptly as they stared at their downed comrade, dumbfounded, slowly turning to see the small girl cracking her knuckles in one hand.

“You, the smelly looking one!”  Her voice is deeper and more commanding than one would expect considering her young appearance.  Her abrupt shout as she points at one of them, causing the remaining two to jump in shock as the one in question looks a this comrade, only to find his friend continuing to stare with his mouth gaping open, then back to the girl as he hesitantly raises a finger up to point at himself.


“Good job!”  She shouts before sending a kick straight up to his jaw, a spray of blood, spit and teeth shower out from his mouth before she pivots out of the way of his falling body to face the final delinquent.

“Now for you, stupid,” she cocks her head to the side, a feral look in her eyes, “can you tell me why you’ll be needing dentures a few decades earlier than scheduled?”

“Y-you bitch…!”

As the final boy lunged at her in a fit of rage, the young girl easily side steps to dodge his fist, using his body weight against him as she sticks her foot out to trip him, sending him cascading face first into the pavement.  He grunts and struggles but soon finds himself making quite an impression in the ground as the young girl had already been airborne and made a graceful landing by planting both of her feet and entire weight onto the back of his head.

True to her word, she steps off and kicks a few stray teeth out of her path before walking over to pick up the cowering furball that had somehow escaped the scuffle and was now hiding behind a telephone pole by the scruff of its neck.

“You really shouldn’t skimp on training.  See at the mess you got yourself into…?”  The girl frowns as she directs her words to the calico kitten in her grasp.  

It ceased its trembling and mewed, blinking its large eyes are her.

She scowled.  "No way, I’m not covering for you again, you know how mad my parents got when I–“


The young girl, momentarily distracted, loosened her grip allowing the kitten to struggle free and bound towards the new visitor.

Or visitors.

Two boys, clearly a few years younger than the girl, were running down the alley as they called out to their elder sister running in tandem.  They stopped short when they noticed the little kitten bounding up to them and both greeted it with smiles as one opened its arms to allow it to jump into his embrace.  They then turned to look at the young girl abruptly with disapproving looks, a glint of mischief in their gazes causing the young girl to stiffen.

Despite their contrasting colors, one dark black hair with warm brown eyes and the other with bright orange hair (somehow more vibrant than his sister’s) but with eyes almost identical to her own, it was easy to see they were brothers–fraternal twins.

“Geez, big sister, why must you pick on her so much?” One of the boys scowled lightly as he stroked the little kitten’s head in his arms.

“Yeah, I don’t think aunt Yoruichi and uncle Kisuke will be happy to know you’re picking on poor, defenseless kittens.”

“I saved her!”  She huffed angrily at her twin brothers.  "In fact if she weren’t skimping on chores, uncle Kisuke wouldn’t have asked me to look for her on top of asking me to-“ the young girl stopped, quickly realizing she was about to reveal something she shouldn’t to two loose-lipped little boys, but they easily caught on and grinned.

"On top of–” one began.

“–what, dear sister?” The other finished as the little kitten looked at her, all too smug in her cozy position.

“Surely you aren’t doing anything–”

“–without mom and dad’s approval–”

Right?”  They chimed together, making the young girl clench her teeth.

“Listen here, you two–” she started when a powerful spiritual pressure nearly knocked her off her feet, an inhuman howl piercing the air.

Soon enough, a large creature lumbered into view, pausing momentarily as its massive tongue lolled out of its gaping maw through its mask and slowly turned its beady eyes on the group of children–the source of high spiritual pressure it had been following.  A gaping hole in its shoulder of where it’s 'heart’ once was, the creature let out another howl of despair underlying it’s ravenous hunger for souls as it charged at the nearest target, the young girl.

Hollow!”  The kitten squeaked, fur standing on end as the two brothers looked at their sister, shouting in horror as they made to run to her side, but she quickly rolled over to avoid the creatures massive foot and shouted at them.

No!  Get out of here!”

“But–” both boys cried out desperately when suddenly an intense pulse of familiar reiatsu along with a strong gust of wind hit the small group.  

For a moment the hollow had frozen in place before slowly slipping apart and disintegrating into particles and disappearing altogether.  

A wave of relief passed through the small group before tensing up again as a lone shadow fell over all of them.

Where, ” Kurosaki Ichigo stood at his full height, his sword slung over his shoulder and his other hand cocked on his hip as he glared down at them through full bright orange bangs obscuring his stern gaze, “have you been?”

Dad!”  The two young boys cheered as they rushed up to their father, each one clinging to his legs, beaming up at him as the little kitten was dropped to his feet, purring as it rubbed up against him.

“Dad…” The young girl said with decidedly less enthusiasm as she glared at the other three for using their obvious cuteness factor to escape the wrath of her father’s anger.

Ichigo ignored his sons and the kitten at his feet as he arched an eyebrow, staring at her through his bangs with a frown.

“Well, you see, the thing is…”

“That you ditched me at the shop looking for that,” a sudden nasally voice shouted as a plush lion peered out from over Ichigo’s shoulder and pointed accusingly at the small calico kitten, who hissed at him in response.

“And don’t get me started on those two devil spawns–” Kon snarled as he pointed at Ichigo’s sons, who blinked up at the plush, tears welling up in their eyes in a show for sympathy, but their gaze only promised retribution on the lion plush.  At that, Kon shrunk back a little before turning his gaze back at the young girl scowling before them.

She really is his daughter,  Kon thought with some amusement, but it was quickly overridden with irritation.

“Just wait till I tell nee-chan–”

“You’re not going to tell Rukia anything, are you Kon?” Ichigo interrupted as he grabbed the plush by its head and yanked on one of his ears with a scowl.  The plush yelped and pawed uselessly at Ichigo’s hands.

“Stupid, stop!  T-the stuffing is coming out–”

“And we’re definitely not going to let her know how there was a hollow involved, right?” Ichigo stretched at the plush ears as his voice sharpened, a definitive ripping noise echoing in the alleyway as Kon yelped.

“Right, right!  Definitely no hollow!” 

At this the children sighed in relief, believing they were all in the clear, but as Ichigo promptly dropped Kon, he turned a hard look on the three, immediately dashing their hopes.

"And you three…”

The kitten and Kon quickly took this as their cue to leaving, sprinting away with a quick goodbye as the three Kurosaki children watched them with envy before slowly turning their gazes back to their irate father.

“Now explain–”

“I think we hear mom calling!”  The boys suddenly chirped out simultaneously as they quickly detached themselves from their father and sprinted away following the plush and kitten.

Hey!” Father and daughter shouted after them, but by the time they had exited the alleyway, they were long gone.  Ichigo let out a frustrated sigh, keeping a close watch on their reiatsu before turning to his daughter.  Although Ichigo was never the best at sensing reiatsu, years of experience had helped him to improve his skill and when it came to his family they were the easiest for him to pick up even miles away.

“Listen, I get it,” Ichigo said as he crouched down to be at eye level with her, noting the limp bodies of his daughter’s former opponents lying in a heap on the ground a few yards away.  "But you’re still a kid… My kid…“

"I’m just trying to help, dad.”

She looks down at her feet for a moment, scuffing the ground with the toe of her sneaker, before grounding herself and forces herself to gaze up to meet his, her indigo eyes burning brightly with resolve.  

Ichigo can’t help but smile as he brushes her orange hair from her eyes, stroking the top of her head lightly.

He can see every bit of himself and Rukia in her, her eyes bright and full of strength, her stance proud and ready to defy the odds.  

He couldn’t be prouder.

“Yeah, I know.”

He ruffles her hair, causing her to smile even as she struggles from his grasp, pushing his hand away lightly.

“You are the big sister, huh?” Ichigo relents and muses aloud with a smirk,  "Just don’t go overboard, okay–“

"Go overboard doing what, exactly…?”

Both father and daughter stiffen as one before slowly turning their gaze to the icy presence and intense wave of reiatsu that neither had noticed during their moment of bonding.


Both father and daughter stutter out the title of the woman before them.  They notice two familiar boys clinging to their mother’s legs, a look of amusement and pity in their expressions.

Despite being under five feet while wearing a cotton light colored sundress that seemed to only emphasize her swollen belly with her arms crossed over her chest, the petite dark haired woman couldn’t have looked more menacingly as she gazed at the two, her patience growing thin with every passing moment.

Well?  Care to explain why I find the body of my children’s father laying on the floor at home and my first born child missing so close to dinner?”

Father and daughter glanced at one another before nodding in understanding.  Ichigo then promptly crouched down as his daughter hopped onto his back, arms securing themselves around his neck.  Rukia watched on impatiently, confusion growing in her indigo gaze as her brows furrowed together.

Before she could blink Ichigo had straightened up with Zangetsu secured alongside his daughter on his back and used shunpo to distance himself as quickly and as far as possible.

Rukia could only stare after them for a moment, stunned.  But it didn’t last long as her son’s winced at Rukia’s shout and spike in reiatsu.

You two get back here immediately!”

“She can’t shunpo in her gigai with your brothers,” Ichigo assured his daughter as Rukia’s voice faded in the distance, although there was an underlying tone of apprehension, “and with her being pregnant.”

Ichigo paused, sweat forming across his brow.  "I think.“

"Just run, dad.”

Kurosaki Ichigo
Age: 28
Hair: Orange
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: Part time firefighter/part time Shinigami substitute/Full time dad

Kurosaki Ichigo’s daughter
Age: 11
Hair: Orange
Eyes: Indigo
Occupation: Elementary student/Daughter/Shinigami substitute in training

The end.  

Reasons Mary is a villain regardless of Johnlock

She shot Sherlock and killed him. Yes, killed. His heart stopped. He died. When your heart stops you are medically considered dead. If he was anyone else he would have stayed dead, too. His having a mind palace and wanting to protect John brought him back, not the doctors. The doctors walked away from him when they failed at CPR and he flatlined.

She did this knowing full well how depressed John was when he thought Sherlock was dead beforehand.

She befriended Janine to the point of making her think they were best friends, and even had her be her maid of honor, when it was only to get to Magnussen. She admits this when Sherlock mentions it and says to him, “You’re one to talk.”

She hit Janine in the head so hard when she broke in to kill Magnussen that she was knocked out bleeding on the floor.

She did all of this while pregnant, putting her unborn child at risk (unless the baby is fake,) after telling John he can’t go help their neighbors son because she is pregnant.

She told Sherlock she’d shoot him again, and prepared her gun to do so when he asked her to show him how good of a shot she was.

She was an assassin who killed people for the CIA, and also went freelance for money.

She is a manipulative, sociopathic liar, who assumed a false identity, deceived someone into marrying her based on said false identity, and puts her own needs/wants above her husbands/unborn child’s/everyone else’s.


People say the Master is the Doctor’s Moriarty, and they’ve been saying that since the character was introduced in the 70’s, but I say that’s not quite accurate.

He may be the Doctor’s nemesis, but before that, he used to be his Watson, and a good chunk of classic episodes still have them working together like that. But we know that already. What’s interesting is that he’s the Doctor’s Irene Adler, too:

Trying to outwit the Doctor through clever disguises and keeping a step ahead of him, thereby always managing to escape (and with style, to boot), I mean. And the Doctor being impressed/charmed enough by him that he calls the Master his Best Enemy.

…well, and the bondage stuff and violation of personal space, if you prefer BBC’s Sherlock. To say nothing of the on-again-off-again canonicity of their ships (same goes for the Watson aspect).

I just find it neat that you could argue he’s all three of those people to the Doctor, because those are three of the most popular characters in the Holmes stories.

Just food for thought.

Following up on @nicotachi‘s great Dia post, another amazing thing about Dia is that even though it’s fun to joke around and paint her as the unfortunate third wheel, in reality she would never be that way? Even if she felt slightly left out of KanaMari’s close bond, she would feel nothing but the utmost happiness for them. Like she never looks upset when she is shown watching KanaMari interact because she loves them with her whole entire heart, and she wants to see them stay as happy as they are in those moments. That is selfless love, my friends.

It’s common to see pairs of people in groups of friends that are closer to each other than anyone else, and I highly doubt Dia would feel any real bitterness about that. At the end of the day, those three love each other and would do anything to make each other happy. Dia is no different, and it’s easy to argue that she is the most selfless of the bunch because of the way she handles every situation. She’s so mature, kind, and admirable, and she deserves the best in the world.

canada won bronze. kaylyn kyle was in orlando.

kaylyn kyle was named an alternate for the canadian team for rio. but, instead of traveling, like all of the other alternates, she stayed in orlando with her club team. they needed her, and they weren’t expecting to not have her. 

canada won bronze in rio. they took pictures, including pictures with their alternates in them. some of the players even gave them their medals for hte pictures so that alternates had something to hold. kaylyn kyle wasn’t there, wasn’t in any of those pictures, didn’t get to share the glory, because she did a solid for her club team by staying to help them out. she was asked to play center back (not her usual position), and did her best to help out the team. 

whatever your views are on kyle as a person or player, this was a good thing she did. and now, that canada are bronze medalists, i want to spread some love and appreciation for her making the choice that she did. 


A bellarke Stranger Things au for @reblogginhood.  Also tagging @tryalittlejoytomorrow because I think this is relevant to your interests too.

(Slightly spoilery for Stranger Things, obvi.)

“Can you stay?”

Her voice was so quiet that for a moment, Bellamy thought he was imagining things.  There was no way that Clarke Griffin— pretty, popular Clarke Griffin— wanted him to stay.  Not even after they’d fought that thing that had taken Octavia and Wells, a nightmare of a monster whose bloodcurdling shrieks still rang in his ears.

Because Clarke was a lot of things, but frightened wasn’t one of them.  Clarke had stood her ground and fired off round after round while that thing charged her and when that failed to stop it she’d fought it hand to claw and face to fang.  She was still covered in the sticky goo that oozed from the monster’s pores and up until this very second she hadn’t betrayed even a hint of fear.

But now, perched on her bed with her hands clasped between her knees, she took a shaky breath.  “Just for tonight,” she said in that same tiny voice that reached into his heart and twisted it so tightly it was hard for him to breathe.

Bellamy lifted his hand and hesitated before he rested it on her back.  He’d wrapped her in his jacket on the long walk back from the woods because she couldn’t stop shivering.  He’d thought she was cold but now they were in her bright, cozy room and still she trembled.  “Yeah,” he said, his voice cracking with the remnants of fear.  “Yeah, I can.”  There wasn’t anyone waiting for him at home, after all.  Octavia was gone— gone, not dead, no matter what Sheriff Kane said— and his mother had been nearly catatonic since the morning they woke up to discover the one good thing in their family was missing.  Aurora wouldn’t notice if Bellamy didn’t come home, knowledge that at once saddened and comforted him because tonight he didn’t want to go home either.

Home meant walking past Octavia’s door.  It meant seeing his mother’s blank eyes.  It meant ignoring the silence that blared from Octavia’s room instead of whatever pop princess she decided she loved that week.  Home meant knowing he’d failed Octavia, and home meant being alone.  So Bellamy shooed Clarke gently towards her bathroom and dug out a sleeping bag from under her bed.  He snatched a frilly pillow from her bed, a soft yellow that matched the swirls of pinks and creams and pastels that coated her room.

Clarke emerged, her hair dripping, and wordlessly climbed under her covers.  “Do you want the light on?” she asked, and Bellamy stared up at her ceiling, debating.  Every time he closed his eyes he could see that thing closing in on them.  He could hear its screams and smell its foul breath and his heart picked up with every creak and groan the floorboards made.  But he wasn’t sure that having the light on or off would make any difference because Bellamy wasn’t scared of the dark, he was scared of what would emerge from it.

“Whatever you want,” he said finally, and the light stayed on.

But he could tell she wasn’t asleep, because he wasn’t anywhere near it either.  “Could you— could you come up here?” Clarke whispered.

Bellamy swallowed.   Finn hung heavy in the air, unspoken and unmentioned but still present.  There was a line somewhere up ahead and Bellamy wondered if he would cross it, and then he wondered if he cared if he crossed it.

He decided he didn’t.

Bellamy carefully peeled back the covers and laid down.  He stayed on his back, fighting the urge to curl around Clarke and let her heat and warmth and softness drive back the terror, and she rolled to face him.  “We’ll be okay,” he lied, because monsters were real.

“You don’t know that,” she said, and she sounded more like the Clarke he knew from a distance— controlled, brave, and decisive.  The Clarke he saw at school, laughing and joking with her friends.  The Clarke who had probably never noticed him even though he couldn’t help but notice her.  “We don’t know where it went.”

It was that, more than anything, that kept him from being able to shut his eyes.  One minute the monster was there, fighting off his assault like he was no more than an annoying fly while it tried to tear out Clarke’s throat, and the next it was gone.  He blinked and it disappeared, like he’d imagined the whole thing.  Bellamy might have told himself he did, except Octavia was gone and Clarke had seen it too.  

Bellamy turned and rested his cheek on her pillow, so close he could feel her breath.  “Then at least we won’t be alone,” he whispered, and a soft, sad smile flickered across her face.  Clarke wriggled closer and Bellamy threw his arm around her, drawing her against his chest.

And somewhere out in the darkness, a monster lurked.

micah-in-vic  asked:

Four words prompts Hollstein - "just stay with me"

There is a moment, trapped as they are, when all Laura wants is to be alone. It’s illogical, the library is unsafe. There’s safety in numbers, protection from whatever is rumbling in the distance.  

She gets up, makes to leave. Carmilla’s hand shoots out, grabbing at Laura’s sleeve. There’s dirt around her nails. Blood. Laura stares at them, her lip caught between her teeth. 

“Just stay with me,” Carmilla says. 

Laura doesn’t say anything, she sits back down and lets Carmilla’s fingers curl into her hair.  This, at least, is comfort she can offer, even if it is bittersweet.

anonymous asked:

Okay, I have a crush on a girl who is in my class, she kinda answers to my flirt doing it too, here's the thing: she actually has a boyfriend. Should I stay or should I go?

Go. Never even think about trying to get involved with someone in a relationship, just don’t. I have been every party in this situation at some point in my life. I’ve had someone be in love with me and try to get involved with me while I was in a relationship; I’ve had people tell my partners that they like them when they were with me, and I’ve been the one to want someone who’s taken. It never ends well, it just doesn’t.

anonymous asked:

I have a might need for more if that wing fic. I mean parent Reborn and Wing Fic?? My two fav things at once-Kes

Right. Friend. If I’m remembering correctly which post this was about, unfortunately, it’s not mine, and I wouldn’t want to step on any other writer’s toes, so can I interest you in my own take on a khr wingfic?

A person’s wings say a lot about them as a person. Sawada Nana, for example, has a pair of delicate, pure white wings, so soft and downy it’s a wonder she can even fly. She mostly just uses them to flutter around from place to place occasionally, preferring to stay close to the ground.

Her husband, on the other hand, has a pair of sturdy, dark brown wings, sleek and powerful from all the time he spends soaring through the skies (from supposedly doing the heavy lifting on the construction sites his wife thinks he works on).

As it happens, Tsuna’s wings look nothing like either of his parents.

They’re huge, and unwieldy, even as a child. A deep brown, with just a hint of orange that sets his feathers afire in the sunlight.

His mother comments often that she just knows her little boy will rule the skies one day, with those big, strong wings of his. She dreams that maybe he’ll even become a popular athlete, or represent Japan in the Olympics.

She helps groom Tsuna’s wings often, her gentle touch a calming pressure at the base of his wings, washing away the the dirt and sweat that gathers there from the rough and tumble play all four-year-olds are prone to indulge in.

But as his classmates start taking their first wingbeats into the air, Tsuna remains hopelessly earthbound.

His wings won’t cooperate, freezing up at the most crucial moments.

They think it’s simply nerves at first, something he’ll soon outgrow.

But as the years pass and doctor after doctor and flight specialist after flight specialist are unable to figure out what’s wrong, Nana’s bright, bright hopes for her son slowly die.

And at fifteen, Dame-Tsuna watches from the ground as his classmates flit back and forth overhead.

The huge, unwieldy wings he used to be so proud of are downright unsightly, feathers in a perpetual state of ruffled dishevelment. It’s been years since his mother has even looked at them with anything but failed hope and barely concealed distaste, let alone helped him groom them.

And then, Reborn walks into Tsuna’s life, with sleek black raven’s wings folded neatly on his back.

Tsuna’s wary at first, when he learns that this man is to be his tutor, and wonders if maybe his mother is making another last ditch effort to get him into the air.

But days pass, and Reborn does many things (like declaring that he is here to turn Tsuna into a mafia boss), but he doesn’t seem especially interested in Tsuna’s wings, except for the occasional quips he makes about how they’re just as messy and out of order as the rest of his life.

One day Tsuna gets fed up with his little comments, and his voice is exasperated as he asks “Why don’t you do something about it then?”

He regrets his words immediately as a sly grin stretches across Reborn’s face.

Next thing he knows, he’s sitting in the bathroom, wearing nothing but his boxers as Reborn (still in that godforsaken suit, for some reason) dumps a bucketful of water over his left wing and starts lathering soap into it.

And no amount of indignant exclamations gets Reborn to stop.

His fingers are so different from the gentle pressure of his mother’s touch which Tsuna remembers from his childhood, Tsuna almost forgets to feel embarrassed that someone else is actually touching his wings.

Reborn’s fingers are firm as he scrubs a faintly scented shampoo into Tsuna’s feathers, but they’re not exactly unpleasant, and soon the teenager actually finds himself relaxing into the sensation.

He’s startled out of his thoughts not much later as Reborn dumps another bucket of water on his wings, rinsing the soap out.

And next thing he knows, he’s being bundled back into his bedroom as Reborn first pats off all the excess water with a towel, then slowly and painstakingly blow-dries his feathers.

And when the whole harrowing ordeal is over and done with, Tsuna’s wings emerge all sleek and shiny, tidier than they’ve been in years.

This becomes something of a tradition for them (or a bonding exercise, though neither would admit it). About once a month or so, Reborn sits down to help Tsuna groom his feathers into some semblance of order, and the rest of the time Tsuna does his best to keep them as neat as he can, so Reborn doesn’t harp on him for putting all his work to waste.

It isn’t until months later that Nono undoes the seal he’d put on Tsuna’s potent sky flames when he was younger (to keep him from inadvertently hurting himself or others), and it’s discovered that in addition to making Tsuna extremely clumsy and somewhat scatterbrained, the seal had also impaired his ability to fly.


I ended up sitting with the two of them for a while. The woman was one of the man’s best friends. Although she had offered to let him stay with her and even pay to help him get back on his feet, he simply wanted her friendship. It was a seriously beautiful story that made my heart skip. The old man would nod and smile as his friend continued to talk about how they met in school and after years of no communication, she had seen him at an office. Soon he lost his job, then everything. It broke my heart to see her eyes grow sad and almost tear up as he reached over the table and held her hand. She smiled at his kind gesture but I knew that her heart wanted nothing more than to help him. He spoke up to state that he wanted to get himself back on his feet.

The more I sat with the two of them, the more I saw a beauty in their friendship. So much had changed for the two of them and there was so much that they lacked in common, yet the two of them grew closer. With all of this circulating my mind, I immediately thought of Tae.