everything about this game breaks my heart

I don’t get people who shit on Arin??? I just???? Don’t???

I get that people get frustrated with him when he’s not good at games. (I catch myself talking to my laptop all the time…) But, like…they’re video games???

Okay, so I get a little sad he doesn’t like Sonic games and makes fun of them mercilessly since I was a rabid Sonic fan when I was a kid and the games got me through hard times in my life. But I would never write him a nasty email about it. I just don’t watch playthroughs I know are gonna break my nostalgic lil heart. The channel has tons of content I can watch instead.

Also, if you love Dan, then I doubly don’t get why you would shit on Arin because it very likely makes Dan sad that Arin gets hate. Like???

Arin Hanson is one of the sweetest, funniest, cutest motherfuckers on planet Earth. He is selfless to the extreme and works goddamn hard at everything he does and takes shit for just doing his best.

If you actively hate on Arin, you can get tf off my blog.


….ok first I didn’t know this was update two months ago.

I need to post this because this two are playing the big role in my life ,I love them so much. Maybe they weren’t my OTP ,but still they mean to me. Not just them ,the whole anime.

I literally don’t have to say anything about Kagami speech I mean…..he and Kuroko told us everything! They need each other ,it’s clear thing.

I have so many questions like : Is this really the last thing we will get from Kuroko no Basuke ? Why did they have to separate? Why they couldn’t stay together, study together or whatever?? Why did this break my heart?

I want first to scream there how this isn’t fair, but I won’t do that. Let’s just pray that Kagami’s words will come true-

Let’s meet again!

And I hope you’re going to , guys!!!! KagaKuro forever♥♥♥♥

Kuroko no Basuke - Last Game ,2017♥

Forgotten (Mike Wheeler x Reader)

Originally posted by glitterghosts

request: and slowly… i was forgotten with mike wheeler

authors note: I changed the prompt a little so it would make more sense! I hope you like this!!

To say you were happy El was back, would be an understatement. You were ecstatic, after all this time thinking she was dead, or lost somewhere alone, you were glad she was back. It was winter break now and you haven’t seen the party since snowball night. You didn’t think anything of it, they were all dealing with what happened and that was fine.  But you wanted, needed, to talk to someone about what you saw, what you experienced.

Mike was the one person you always talked to. He came to you when he was upset and you went to him. You know how excited he was that Eleven was back, so you let him have his time with her, let them catch up. Two weeks. You gave them two weeks. You haven’t gotten a phone call saying “Hey Y/N, you want to come to my house and watch movies with us?” Or a “Hey I just wanted to let you know that i’m fine, we’re fine.” You got nothing.

You decided to go check on Lucas and see how he was doing. His house was a short bike ride from yours. Walking up to the front door, you knock, and wait for it to open.

“Hey Y/N, what are you doing here?” Lucas’s dad questions.

“I was wondering if Lucas was home.” you peer inside the house behind the tall man, seeing that everything was quiet.

“No, he went out. Said something about hanging out with Max.”

So off you went. After seeing what Billy did to Steve, you weren’t too keen on showing up to her house. So you opted for going to Dustins. You could always know if he was home just by riding by and looking for his bike.

Slowing down in front of his house, you try and look for his bike. You could barely see over the hill of his yard. Getting off your bike, you letting it fall to the ground and start walking up the driveway, jogging a little to get there faster. And with your luck, it wasn’t there.

Sitting back down on the seat of your bike, you wonder where they are. You didn’t hear anything come through the walkie talkies nor was there a phone call. Kicking off the ground, you place your feet on the pedals and push, trying to go as fast as you could.

The air was cold and the road was covered in dirty frozen slush. You could see the fog of your breath in front of your face as you slow down, sliding to a stop. You’re in front of the Byers house now, praying that he’s inside with the others watching a movie or trying to get a hold of you.

You knock. And wait.

“Mrs. Byers?”

“Y/N/N! How are you?” a smile on her face, her arms wrapping around her midsection trying to stay warm.

“I’m good, I was wondering if Will was home?” If they’re not here, you only knew of two other places they could be.

“Oh no he’s not, he went out with Mike.” she shakes her head.

“Do you know where they went?”

“I think to the arcade or Mike’s house. I’m not so sure.” Her eyebrows furrow as she speaks, trying to remember what the boys said as they left.

“Okay thank you!” You turn and walk back to your bike. You chose to go to the arcade first, thinking that was the only logical place they would all be.

As you ride down the street, you think about why they didn’t tell you about this arcade trip. Maybe they tried and you didn’t answer? But you don’t remember hearing anything. Maybe they just forgot. Yeah they probably forgot.

Like the time they forgot to tell you about movie night, or the night they were going to teach El and Max how to play D&D. Maybe they’re just to preoccupied with everything that happened. Maybe they’re waiting for you at the arcade, and you’re just late.

“Jesus my grandma goes faster than you.” Dustin would say.

Putting your bike in the designated rack, you walk to the arcade door. You can see them by the games. They’re all smiling, laughing. You can see Max teaching El how to play Dig Dug, the boys cheering her on. Your heart breaks a little. Why didn’t they invite you? You turn to leave, not caring to see your friends have fun without you. Tears fill your eyes as you look back once more. Your vision blurry and your lip quivering. Slowly… you were being forgotten. You didn’t notice the way Mike eyes followed you to your bike, or how he turned to go get you. But he was too late.

FFXV Second Play Through Thoughts

So I am doing a second play through (Just finished Chapter 7) of FFXV (of course as a new game + because who doesn’t enjoy slaughtering beasts and demons at a level 80 when they are level 10?) and there are so many things I am noticing that I did not notice the first time:



- First play through I never truly appreciated how beautiful of a man Ignis really is in this game.


- I feel like Ignis had to be aware to some degree that the reason the wedding was being held in Altissia was because Regis felt something might go down.  I can’t fully believe that Ignis didn’t have some inkling on what was to come.


- It became very apparent to me how ok Lunafreya and Noct were about marrying each other.  I mean they weren’t ok with the circumstances, but the fact that it would be to each other they seemed totally fine with.


- Ignis’s back flips during battle are everything.


- I can’t not believe that the boys didn’t give Prompto shit for taking a ‘self defense’ training class with Cor prior to departing on the trip.


- Cor clearly cares about the well being of Prompto.


- I get Xenia Warrior Princess vibes from Monica.  I wish we got more screen time from her.


- If I was Gladio I would have been way more angry that Iris didn’t call me first before Noct.


- Ardyn is still the personification of stranger danger.


- The first time around I missed that Sania was at Hammerhead and Gladio was talking with her.  I could only imagine what they were talking about lol.


- I feel like Takka lived for some in depth conversations about recipes with Ignis.


- Prompto clearly had it bad for Cindy, I mean pick that man’s jaw up off the floor bad for her.  His feelings for Aranea and Iris were more casual “hey those girls are cute…” sort of thing.


- Noctis was a cocky little shit in Chapter 2.


- I still think the guys are idiots for taking Ardyn up on his ‘offers’.


- Did Carbuncle always photo bomb my photos or did that come from an update?  Because it’s god damn cute.


- Base Busting is still as funny as it was when I did my first play through and Prompto really needs to start a side business doing this.


- The little details are still amazing the second time around.


- Apparently Iris can ride Chocobos and I never knew and her Chocobo in my game was hot pink and it was everything.


- Iris should have just come along for the whole journey, she is queen.


- Talcott talking about his late grandfather still breaks my fucking heart.


- Replaying the game makes me think that the girl Gladio meets during the ten years of darkness is someone who works at the power plant in Lestallum.  I think the big guy has a thing for built women.


- I haven’t watched Kingsglaive but is Loqi and Caliglio in that movie?  They just seem so random in this game to me.


- I feel like Dustin is the ninja assassin in the crownsguard and you can’t convince me otherwise.


- I love Prompto, don’t get me wrong, but my god sometimes he can be such a whiny bitch. It makes me wonder how on earth Ignis put up with that on their journey.  Like I just envision Ignis yelling at him in the Regalia saying “he should have went when they were at the last rest stop and that he needs to hold it” since he will not pull over just so he can go pee and then Noct making some comment about going off the side and Ignis getting more mad lol.


- How many books did Gladio bring on this trip?  So far I have seen a total of 3 different books.


- I get the Ignis/Aranea shippers…I 100% get it now and I am on board.  I just want them to out sass each other and end up making out.


- I also am 100% in Gladnis hell on second play through.


- And I am still on the Noct/Iris train.  I am really loving Iris more playing the second time.


- I need more Cor in my life, thank the six he is in Gladio’s DLC.


- Cid reminds me of a guy that has seen some shit in his life time and will never let you forget that fact.


- I really need to know what the Reggie/Cid fallout was.


- Even on second play through I still needed to give Prompto Chocobos over Gladio needing to make sure his sister was ok in Lestallum.  He just needs to ride those Chocobos all day!


- I used to think I had a bad coffee addiction, until I was introduced to Mr. Ignis Scientia who quite literally gets cravings during battles and at inappropriate times.  Like, Iggy seriously get your shit together.


- This game had some very under used strong female characters and I am very upset they were not used to their fullest.


- Aranea needs a spin off game.


- When Aranea is talking with Prompto about MT’s being demons my heart just broke and I cried a thousand tears.  I am still unclear as to if he really knew he was an MT at that point (I mean I know he knows he was from Niffelheim) but the fact that he might have just made that conversation even harder to hear.


- Anyone else get the vibe that maybe Cindy either swings both ways or is into the ladies based on the fact that she coaxed Holly with a dinner?  Just something about the way Holly talked about it made me get that vibe.  Maybe it’s not so much that she is married to her job as it is that she plays for the other team.  Or maybe Holly is really into her?  I am ok with either.


- Dino is just a gigolo trying to make that dolla.


- Ardyn is still stranger danger 101.


- The Titan battle is hands down the best battle of the whole game.


- Also I don’t know how I missed the Fallgrove tomb being robbed and having no weapon in it the first play through I did.


- Gladio is way too casual about his scars when he rejoins the group.  I would have never let him just brush it off like that.  I mean the man’s chest looks like he just had open heart surgery.


- Also how could Noctis not know the hunter in the power plant was Gladio…it was painfully obvious even when you had the sound on mute.


- I definitely yelled at my TV screen “Fuck you Holly I am getting these demons even if I melt to death in this power plant” when she came over the radio telling me to abort the mission.


- I still overwhelmingly really love this game.


I will post again when I play through the rest of the game.  But I can not wait for the Gladio DLC at the end of the month.  Cor and him are looking so fine in that trailer.  Also anyone else getting the vibes that Cor is really immortal from that?  If he is I called it months ago lol.

sign of the times

request: 45 and 113
45. “Hey, that’s my kid in there, too!”
113. “My water just broke.”

— word count: 1,265
— warnings: mention of blood, death, childbirth complications

a/n: so, I read this thing about what sign of the times is about and I was listening to the song, so I decided to write something about it. Also, for the purpose of this piece, we are going to pretend ‘Hold On’ didn’t exist yet.

“My water just broke.” You look to Shawn with wide eyes, holding your stomach.

He immediately jumps out of his seat, running around the condo to gather everything you need. He carefully helps you out to the car before running back in for everything else. Shawn carefully, but quickly, drives to the hospital, his hand in yours as you breathe as you were told. Once you arrive you’re quickly taken back to a room.

After what feels like forever, you’re finally dilated enough to begin pushing. You squeeze Shawn’s hand tightly, pushing when the doctor instructs you to. You feel like each push takes ten years, taking a heavy toll on your body. You look at Shawn, the room slipping in and out of focus. You close your eyes, tears beginning to well in your eyes. To say you’re getting worried is an understatement. You become short of breath and you can see the nurses and doctor exchanging worried looks, whispering to each other as they check your monitors. You know something is wrong and you know it’s bad.


He looks at you, immediately growing worried by the look on your face and the tone of your voice.

“What, baby?” He tries to stay calm.

“Something is wrong. I know it. If-if I don’t make it-“

“Don’t say that.” He interrupts.

You take a breath before starting again, tears rolling down your cheeks, “If I don’t make it, I want you to give our little girl the best life you can. You have to be there for her. I want both of you to go out and conquer the world together. I want her to know her dad is such an amazing musician. I don’t want you to ever stop making music. It’s who you are.” You pause, your voice shaking as you wipe Shawn’s tears.

“Stop, don’t cry. I want you to go out and have the time of your life. You and our little girl,” you smile weakly, wiping his tears again, “Stop your crying, baby, it’ll be alright. I promise. Don’t forget me, but please, move on. For her. For you. For me. Don’t let this stop you from living your life to the fullest.”

You close your eyes as Shawn wipes your tears, “These last six years of being with you, and two years of being married to you have been the best years of my life. I love you.” He whispers as he kisses your forehead.

“I love you too.” You manage through tears and struggles for breath.

Shawn doesn’t let go of you. Not even when you collapse. Not until they push him out of the room. They have to drag him out of the room screaming.

“Hey, that’s my kid in there, too! That’s my wife! Please, let me stay with her!” He screams as he’s dragged out of the room away from you.

Shawn’s P.O.V.

On my way out I see all the blood. I see the doctor working hard to try to save her life and our daughter’s life. I collapse in tears in the hallway. I can’t do this without her. I walk out to meet our families in the waiting room. They deserve to know and I need to be with them right now. They all stand up, looking for some sort of news. They notice my tears and hope they’re of joy. But, they aren’t.

I break down in tears again, unable to speak as Aaliyah wraps her arms around me. Her tears soak my shirt as we hold onto each other. (Y/n) was close with Aaliyah and the thought of her possibly dying must scare the hell out of her. I stand there, holding my sister for what feels like ages before we step away. I look to (Y/n)’s mother, my heart breaking even more as I watch the tears stream down her face, her hands shaking. I wrap my arms around her, wanting to tell her everything is going to be okay, but not being able to because I’m not sure it will be. Our family is just playing a waiting game at this point. And it’s killing me.

I sit in one of the chairs away from everybody else, bouncing my leg and twisting my ring around my finger. I feel like I’m slipping away from the world and there’s nothing I can do about it. My dad walks over and sit next to me. I don’t look at him, knowing he’s already reading me like an open book, looking into my mind and knowing all my thoughts.

“Shawn, stay with me. Everything will be alright.” My dad says.

“That’s what (Y/n) said. Now look at us.” I say, looking up at him. My eyes are red and puffy as tears continue to stream down my face.

“No matter what happens in there, it will be okay. You’re going to have a beautiful little girl and you are going to love her more than anything. She will be the light of your world. You have many people who are going to support you. I know (Y/n). I know that she’s in there fighting the best she can and I know that she told you what she wants for you if she doesn’t make it.”

A small chuckle escapes my lips, “That she did. Thanks dad.”

“I don’t know what you’re going through but, there’s so much life ahead of you. You just gotta hold on. Hold on, son.” He pulls me into a hug before moving to join everyone else again.

I immediately stand up, going to the nurses station and asking if they have a few pieces of paper and a pen. I go somewhere I can be alone and write. I need something to distract me and thankfully, I have music. I begin writing down the lyrics in my mind, going through and changing them a few times before I have the song perfect. I’ve never written a song this fast, but I know that sense of accomplishment is going to wear off as soon as I walk back into the waiting room.

“Where’d you go?” My dad asks, my mom and sister talking to (Y/n)’s mom.

“I wrote a song.” I say holding up the papers in my hand.

My dad takes them and reads through it.

“It’s amazing, Shawn. (Y/n) will be proud. And I’m glad I got a feature on the song.”

I shake my head with a small chuckle, “Well, when it’s your words that inspire it. I’m gonna sing it to (Y/n) when I get the chance. Do you think she’ll like it?”

“I think she’ll love it.” He says with a smile.

I grin and his words fill me with a sense of pride, “Good.”

I take a seat again, talking with Aaliyah as we wait for any sort of news. I’m not sure if I really want to see the doctor, but I know I want to see (Y/n).

The doctor comes out after a while and I am immediately out of my seat, standing in front of him, our families behind me. I try to ignore fact that he has much more than the normal amount of blood for childbirth on his hands and clothes.

“Your wife delivered a beautiful little girl. However, your wife did not make it. I’m sorry for your loss.” He puts his hands on my shoulder, but I don’t even feel it. He goes on to explain exactly what happened, but I can’t hear him.

It was in that moment that my world stopped.

Short thoughts on Netflix's 13 Reasons Why....

You know you’ve found an incredible, moving, powerful, honest, game changing, real… unique… show when you stay up until 6:30 in the morning watching the entire first season the day it’s released. Beware: Spoilers ahead. I’ve now watched it twice, and I just have to say… #JUSTICEFORJEFF I did not see that coming. Everything about tape 10 broke my heart. Also, no one is talking about Clay finding Jeff. He lost his friend and the girl he loved in the time span of two weeks. This poor kid can’t catch a break. Plus, the scene with Jeff’s parents crushed me. Fuck, why did such an awesome kid have to die…. not okay.

Originally posted by fraddit

Jared & You (pt.2)

Part 1

Kleinman reader x Connor Murphy (with first person reader)

Word Count: 1422

Warnings: themes of mental illness

My eyes gazed up to the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the mystic boy now sat in the back of my brother’s car. I hugged my backpack tightly, my knuckles turning white as Jared slowed to a stop at a red light. It was silent in the car, Jared and I and Zoe’s brother awkwardly keeping our mouths shut. The moon above us seemed to be taunting me, sealing in all of my actions from the night and making everything irreversible.

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Hazel Eyes

Originally posted by toosweetme

Characters: AJ Styles X Reader

A/S/F: Nostalgia. Self-reflection. Flashback.

Notes: This is the first installment of the Maroon 5 song lyrics series. This one is dedicated to @unabashedwwesmut because I know how much she loves AJ, but she also knows the why this installment hits home. Your support and love is SO appreciated! ENJOY ALL!!

Request: It Was Always You - Maroon 5 song fic series 1/11

Warnings: If this doesn’t pull at your heart string or make you want to cry, I failed. This is full of emotion and dealing with losing someone you realized you truly loved too late.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Music Tag Game

I got tagged by @raendown (i’m in a musical mood rn, so I’m excited to fill this out lol).  

EDIT: It is extremely difficult to pick just one, this is actually painful.

A song you like with a color on the title
“Green Valley” by Puscifer (this was tough there are just so many. Honorary mention goes to “Blue” by Eiffle 65 because that song will never die in my heart (but now I feel like I also have to mention “Blue” by A Perfect Circle… there is no winning also, music videos from the early 2000s were fucking weird af)).

A song you like with a number on the title
“Nine is God” by Wavves

A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget
I actually don’t have anyone that I’d rather forget, thankfully. I’ve either already forgotten them or don’t mind their place in my thoughts. So I’m going to choose a song that gives off that feeling of regretful melancholy.  “Tripping in Triplets” by The Dear Hunter

A song that needs to be played LOUD
“Reptiles” by Them Crooked Vultures like FUCK YEAH (there are so many songs that I need to blast when I hear them tho like fuccckkkkk)

A song that makes you want to dance
"I Want It All” by Arctic Monkeys (the first time I heard it I couldn’t stop myself lol)

A song to drive to
“Poltergeist” by Deftones (such great energy for going over the speed limit… don’t try this at home, kids)

A song about drugs or alcohol
“Feel Good Hit of the Summer” by Queens of the Stone Age (I personally prefer “Better Living Through Chemistry” (also by qotsa) but the first one has it all lol)

A song that makes you happy
ehhh… I can’t think of one.  But, I’m going to mention “Sleep Undergroung [Demo Version]” by Circa Survive, because it never fails to make me feel at peace. (the link to this video doesn’t work where I am, but I hope it works for you, and I also hope it’s the right one, because I can’t find one that isn’t a shitty live recording. Here’s a spotify link)

A song that makes you sad
Most things by Pearl Jam but especially ‘Black’ mostly because of this part:

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a star in somebody else’s sky,
But why, why, why can’t it be, can’t it be mine?

Like fuck, how goddamn sad and sweet, and pining always kills me, and the emotions when he sings it. It always makes me cry.  Poor Eddie Vedder, I want to give the man a hug.

I’m gonna tag…uh… @melodyfromanotherworld @padlocked-quintus @shiranuigenma aaaand anyone else who is in love with music or wants to do this. Feel free to say I tagged you, I’m totally cool with that

me: in “The Chess Game” when Whizzer and Marvin are saying “winning/nothing is everything to me” and whizzer says “except sex. and money.” pretty much everyone (that i’ve seen at least) presume that he’s talking about himself, but since the first time i’d listened to falsettos, i’d always thought it was whizzer talking about marvin, as he stops after “nothing is everything,” and marvin finishes his line, and all together just in his delivery of it. “sex and money” also relates to whizzer and trina asking marvin if he’d rather them lust for “brains or money”. and honestly i just think whizzed saying it about marvin, instead of referring to himself, makes more of an impact and is more heart breaking than what the line was (probably) intended to mean.

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Wine-Buzzed ACOMAF Feelings

So I’m sitting here after a few few glasses of wine and I just feel this extremely long post coming on about Rhys and Feyre.  Buckle up, people.  

To begin the rant: I knew the moment that Feyre decided that she needed sex from Tamlin right after she was brought back to life that something was going to go wrong. I don’t remember much about the first time I read ACOTAR but I do remember four specific things.  I remember not letting myself like Rhys (because this was my first book by Maas so I was not yet accustomed to the love interest changes), (that being said, I remember that I wasn’t even completely sold on Feylin anyway), I remember feeling sick to my stomach when all Feyre wanted to do with Tamlin after the whole terrible ordeal was to have sex when the reader could clearly tell that she was about to fall the fuck apart, and finally, and I CLEARLY remember the scene at the end when Rhys acts all weird and leaves Feyre standing on the balcony, confused.  In my heart I think I knew.  I think I knew that she was going to end up with him, but because we only got to see the side of Rhysand that terrified and pissed people off, I was not having it.

As I said, this was the first book of Maas’s that I had ever read.  It didn’t draw me in completely like Throne of Glass did later. Because of this I read ACOTAR once, felt okay about it and then didn’t really think about it again until ACOMAF came out.  Even then, I only picked it up because of my love for the Throne of Glass series. I had NO idea what I was about to get myself into.

I have just finished reading ACOMAF for the third time since it has come out and each time I am more and more blown away by Rhysand’s love for Feyre.  It takes my fucking breath away.  Every.  Single. Time.  A few days ago I actually went back and re-read all of the parts in ACOTAR where Rhys interacts with Feyre, just to catch a second glimpse at their initial meetings and see if I could tell what he was thinking.  Since I’m feeling pretty ambitious right now, I’ll go through Rhys telling Feyre what he went through and/or go through the actual scene from ACOTAR.


FIRST OF ALL. Can I just say how crafty Maas is?!? She practically told us. RIGHT FROM THE BEGINNING—what was in store for our lovely Archeron sisters. Feyre painted THE NIGHT SKY for herself.  AND WE LATER FIND OUT SHE WAS BORN ON THE LONGEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR. I can’t even.  She painted flowers for Elaine….we all know why that was.  And finally, flames for Nesta—can’t wait to see that theory 100% proven in book three.



A half smile played on his lips.  “What’s a mortal woman doing here on Fire Night?” His voice was a lover’s purr that sent shivers through me, caressing every muscle and bone and nerve.


Calanmai. “There you are.  I’ve been looking for you.”

His first words to me—not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those fairies away.

Thank you for finding her for me.

So I started walking away, thinking you’d be glad to be rid of me.  But then you called after me, like you couldn’t get rid of me just yet, whether you knew it or not.

Second. Calanmai.  You guys, we should have fucking known.  From the very moment she first laid eyes on him, she thought he was the most male alive. It just is so crazy for me to go back and read the scene with him playing with her, acting like he knew her.  When really he did.  He knew her from his dreams and she had no idea.  How crazy that must have been for him to see her for the first time and know that he couldn’t have more.  He couldn’t have pursued another conversation with her, lest someone see and report back to Amarantha.  I know when I first read that scene in ACOTAR I knew that Rhys was going to come back and play a significant part but I was more annoyed than anything that she was giving him attention when she already had one attractive male Fae…

Also….partly terrified that Feyre has to be anywhere near Tamlin during Calamani but let’s be real…she can easily handle him.

EDIT:  I actually read a thread from Maas’ FB where she said that Calanmai had actually passed while Rhys and Feyre were in the cabin soooo we do NOT have to worry about this.  REPEAT, we do not have to worry.

Visit at the Manor


Lucien interrupted, “What do you know about anything? You’re just Amarantha’a whore.”

“Her whore I might me, but not without my reasons.” I flinched as his voice whetted itself into an edge.  “At least I haven’t bided my time among the hedges and flowers while the world has gone to hell.”

This quote is something else because in the first book, it literally means NOTHING to us. We know nothing about Rhysand, other than the fact that Lucien and Tamlin hate his guts.  By default, I started to, too.  And even though this quote really has nothing to do with Feyre, I needed to include it because damn if I didn’t want to strangle Lucien after going back to this part after ACOMAF.  Those two idiots from Spring Court knew NOTHING of what this amazing guy was putting himself through in order to save his home. I hate knowing that so many don’t know what he sacrificed for almost fifty whole years.


”But I was so selfish—I was so stupidly selfish that I couldn’t walk away without knowing your name.  And you were looking at me like I was a monster, so I told myself it didn’t matter, anyway.  But you liked when I asked.  I knew you did.  I had your mind in my hands, and you had the defiance and foresight to lie to my face. So I walked away from you again. I vomited my guys up as soon as I left.”


Rhysand now faced the High Lord, and his perfect face was void of emotion before his brows rose.  A flicker of excitement—perhaps even disbelief—flashed across his features, but he whipped his head to Lucien.

Again, in ACOTAR, this entire scene just really cemented my dislike for Rhys.  All we see the first time around is how cruel he is.  How he makes Feyre cower before him and Tamlin beg for her life on his knees. What this really is—him, having to hide how crazy excited he is to see Feyre one last time while also probably feeling a dagger to the gut, knowing that she’s in love with fucking Tamlin of all people and also fearing how involved Feyre is in their lives, knowing that she could be dragged to Under the Mountain as well.  And the fact that we find out that this encounter rattles him so much that he pukes his guts up afterwards..just makes me so sad that I ever thought he was a horrible person.  DAMN YOU MAAS.

Under the Mountain


And then I learned your name.  Hearing you say it…it was like an answer to a question I’d been asking for five hundred years.

“I decided, then and there, that I was going to fight.  And I would fight dirty, and kill and torture and manipulate, but I was going to fight.

SCREAMS.  He had to act like nothing was wrong.  Like he didn’t just learn the name of the girl that was probably his mate.  He had to look cold and disinterested, like he couldn’t care less that he was the cause of Clare Beddor’s torture and death—all in the name of throwing Aramantha off the scent of Feyre.  He was so good at fully immersing himself in the character that he needed to be in front of Lucien and Tamlin and EVERYONE for that matter, that we just have zero clue what he goes through in book one.  None at all.  And that makes my heart hurt so horribly for him.

Feyre’s Cell


“What do you want?” I demanded.

“A moment of peace and quiet,” he snapped, rubbing his temples.

I paused. “From what?”

He massaged his pale skin, making the corners of his eyes go up and down, out and in. He sighed.  “From this mess.”

“Because I’m tired and lonely, and you’re the only person I can talk to without putting myself at risk.”


”And that last night, when I found you two in the hall…I was jealous.  I was jealous of him, and pissed off that he’d used that one shot of being unnoticed not to get you out, but to be with you, and…Amarantha saw that jealousy.  She saw me kissing you to hide the evidence, but she saw why.  For the first time, she saw why.  So that night, after I left you, I had to…service her.  She kept me there longer than usual, trying to squeeze the answers out of me.  But I have her what she wanted to hear: that you were nothing, that you were human garbage, that I’d use and discard you.  Afterward…I wanted to see you.  One last time.  Alone. I thought about telling you everything—but who I’d become, who you thought I was…I didn’t dare shatter that deception.”

I honestly think that this scene hit me the hardest when I went back and read it in ACOTAR. In this instance Rhys is truly stripped bare for the first time.  It breaks my fucking heart that we had no fucking idea he felt that way about Feyre.. NONE. He was tired and stressed and just fucking done with playing games with Aramantha.  He didn’t want to spend time with Feyre just because there was peace and quiet in her cell. No.  He wanted to just see her.  To be reminded that there was something better out there.  Something other than the hell he had been living for the last fifty years.  And even if Feyre was to fail the next day, at least he could have spent one last moment with her—trying to let that small moment chase away the horribleness that he would have had to endure just minutes before.  It breaks my heart to think about.

Feyre’s Last Trial

And I knew as I picked up that knife to kill her…I knew right then what you were. I knew that you were my mate, and you were in love with another male, and had destroyed yourself to save him, and that…that I didn’t care.  If you were going to die, I was going to die with you.  I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.


-“Feyre!” someone roared.  No, not someone—Rhysand.

Rhysand yelled my name again—yelled it as though he cared.

Then Rhysand was on his feet, my bloody knife in his hands.  He launched himself at Amarantha, swift as a shadow, the ash dagger aimed at her throat.

-I ached my back, my spine straining to the point of cracking, and Rhysand bellowed my name as I lost my grip.


”But your final trial came, and…When she started torturing you, something snapped in a way I couldn’t explain, only that seeing you bleeding and screaming undid me.  It broke me at last…

But then she snapped your neck.”

Tears rolled down his face.

“And I felt you die,” he whispered.

Tears were sliding down my own cheeks.

“And this beautiful, wonderful thing that had come into my life, this gift from the Cauldron…It was gone.”

This. This is some kind of horror that I will never be able to comprehend.  The first time that I read this, I think I thought that he had just started caring about her because of their bond and that they had reached some sort of peace.  But NO. He felt that way because he finally knew that she was his mate.  His equal. And he friggen found that out as she was being killed.  How messed up as that?!  I know at this point the first time around, not only was I like…starting to silently applaud Rhys for trying to help her, I also started noticing how Tamlin did…nothing. Feyre—a fucking human girl—left the newfound comfortable lifestyle that her sisters were again living, journeyed to Under the Fucking Mountain and went through three excruciating trials for that mother fucker and what did he do??!? He begged for her life.  RHYS WENT AFTER AMARANTHA WITH A KNIFE.  Over and over again until he couldn’t anymore. AHHHHHHHHHHHH.  

My Mate


He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid.  His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock—pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.

“What is—” I began.
He disappeared—simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight—into the crisp air. 


”When I went to leave you…I think transforming you into Fae made the bond lock into place permanently.  I’d known it exsisted, but it hit me then—hit me so strong that I panicked.  I knew if I stayed a second longer, I’d damn the consequences and take you with me. And you’d hate me forever.  

I landed at the Night Court, right as Mor was waiting for me, and I was so frantic, so…unhinged, that I told her everything.  I hadn’t seen her in fifty years, and my first words to her were, ‘She’s my mate.’  And for three months…for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me.  I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.  But I felt you through the bond, through your open mental shields.  I felt your pain, and sadness, and loneliness.  I felt you struggling to escape the darkness aof Amarantha the same way I was.  I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy.  I should let you be happy, even if it killed me.  Even if you were my mate, you’d earned that happiness.”

Ummmmmmm can we just talk about the fact that Rhys was down there for FIFTY YEARS and he’s worried about Feyre being there for three months?!  He is putting her mental health above his own.  Yes she had to kill two people and DIED defending Tamlin but he was mentally and sexually abused for fifty years with no one there to help heal him..He had the weight of trying to conceal and save his entire court and people that entire time.  She DOES deserve that happiness and safety but so does he.  A thousand fucking times over.  Like he sees his only family after fifty years but he is so torn up about finding out Feyre was his mate that that is literally all he can say to Mor when he first sees her.  How crazy is that?  He already loved Feyre that much.  I get butterflies every single moment that I think about it.  So here we are folks…even though a good portion of this was quotes…in a Word document this is six, almost seven pages.  This is what wine and a bit of passion will do to you.  And if you read ACOMAF, even after not liking ACOTAR, you’ll see what I mean!!

@devouring-time asked me about my take on Anders, and 2k words later I’m still pretty sure I’ve failed to explain myself.

Short version: Do I like Anders? Yes. Does he break my heart? Hell yes. Do I think everything he does is perfect and that blowing up the chantry was an acceptable action? No.

Long version under cut. Please proceed with caution, particularly if you are sensitive about reading unflattering things about Anders.  

This is kind of a mess because it’s been a while since I’ve gone into deep analysis about him.

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I wanted to draw a quick doodle that suddenly turned into a mini comic whoops. 

I’m loving all these headcanons for the 2015 game about Gerudo people raising Link! I think it’d be interesting Ganondorf was the leader of a band of thieves and warriors out in the wild- and they found Link as a child high up in a tree and were so impressed that they kept little Link. Link grows up and is taught everything by the women of the village, always wondering about Ganondorf’s approval. This kinda au would be really heart breaking though, haha ;-;
Even if its not what the game’ll turn out to be I’m definitely visiting this au again! I hope you guys like! 

suchafugitive  asked:

Have you considered that maybe Spencer doesn't have a twin but some kind of personality disorder?? It would make sense cause she there's "crazy" in her family. There's no twin, it was her talking to Wren at the airport. Probably "good" Spencer isn't aware of "bad" Spencer's actions.

I haven’t considered that actually. I’ve only considered that for Ali, that maybe she’s AD and doesn’t know it. Or maybe she’s slowly beginning to realise it and that’s why she acts like she knows everything about the game. “It’s not broken”, “it’s deciding who’s turn it is” etc. Actually I’d be happy for a plot twist like that! I’ve always said that I never want Spencer to turn evil, that’ll break my heart. I want the reveal to be heartbreaking but Spencer being A is just like ripping my heart out and smashing it to a thousand pieces. I’m happy for the writers to rip my heart out and smash it to 2 pieces only. But, if she doesn’t actually know she’s doing it… I’m down for that!

I still love my flops with all of my heart. I’m not even mad, I’m just sad. Holly should’ve fixed the defensive problem during the break and credit to Domi she tried but he made her play a full 90 when she hasn’t played once this season. She’s clearly not the answer. This game also shows how important national team players like Sam and Kelley can be to their teams. NWSL needs to get better about not scheduling games a day or 2 after FIFA breaks. The team did everything they could to try and fix that dumpster fire of a defense. I don’t blame the players tonight, tonight I blame Holly for not using the 2 weeks to fix our defense and I blame the NWSL for continuing to not schedule correctly for FIFA breaks. I also hope Sheridan is okay because without her we ain’t shit.

anonymous asked:

Although I've enjoyed some of the novels bioware publishes, sometimes it's a little frustrating that cool potential dlcs or game content is in the novels only (like the mage rebellion in asunder or learning about the ark in the new novel). How do you feel about this kind of stuff being published in novels?

I didn’t understand how bad that really was until I read Nexus Uprising.
The uprising as talked about in the game doesn’t fully represent the one that really happened. Basically, history is written by the victors, and MEA gives us the victors’ account of what happened. It doesn’t really try to tell us what really went down because everything about the exiles is meant to make us think they’re all a bunch of selfish assholes. IT BREAKS MY HEART.
And Sloane? You can’t fully understand and by extension judge her if you don’t read Nexus Uprising. It’s not fair at all.

So I think they should either do a better job of making sure the games truly reflect the content from the novels or make more efforts to include those stories in the game itself and not the novels.
It would be better for us fans to read a novel set in the ME universe that either expends on something that was not talked about at all in the games and is therefore new and a nice little bonus to have than a story about something big in Andromeda that only people who have read the book can understand.
They could write a lot of novels that I would devour about things that the game wouldn’t even talk about. It’s not like story ideas are lacking?

And if they keep going like this, with vital information in the novels and not in the games, you get a sort of weird gatekeeping or at least a difficulty to have balanced conversations because fans who have read the books can always go “I Read The Books So I Know The Truth, You Don’t” or you know, “I’m A True Fan And You’re Not.” Makes little sense but then again, you do get an advantage if you read the books. And sometimes it’s frustrating as hell.
See every conversation about how Sloane is the pure devil and there is nothing redeeming about her ever. Enter me going “But actually in the book-”
Last time I tried to do that, someone ended up accusing me of spoiling the novels and ruining their experience. But idk, they were really going in with a “Sloane is pure evil and nothing will prove she’s not!!!!” comment so obviously I would be there to say that actually, there is a little something that can prove she is not pure evil. It would be nice not to have to do that and have it all in the games, which is our primary canon, so we’re all on the same page.

And I agree on how enjoyable the novels are! It also gives us so many more lore information, obviously that is going to please me. And it’s not at all the writers’ fault obviously. It’s the context around it that is less than ideal. 


There is legit only one word to describe Kisame…


He’s legit swag in everything he is, and everything he does. And poor babby’s backstory is sad. His question and search for true loyalty all throughout his existence in the series was so sad I spent most Kisame episodes either laughing because swag game too strong, or clutching my chest in a desperate attempt to hold my breaking heart from outside my thoracic cavity.

Also, I like the way he speaks. Everything he says (in the Japanese dub version) sounds perverted. It’s not what he says, it’s how he says it. He could be talking about some new form of sashimi and make it sound like it belongs in the shameshame territory.

Another reason why I love him, doesnt even need words, man.

…for reals.


OK, I’m done.

As for drawing this guy, I will admit, the blue skin thing was…new…but yolo, he’s a fishy babu. I WAS going to draw Hidan, but for some reason I had selective artist’s block or something bc he just wouldnt turn out legit. So meh, KISAME. And this was in the waiting room of a tyre replacement shop drinking watery hot chocolate, safe to say I am quite proud of myself.

But next, I’ll either draw Hidan or Zetsu (TT____TT)

Saving Itachi for the last bc sister want’s her bae to be perfect.

A quarter of love

You’ve used my blood for ink, love letters that weren’t for me. You’ve used my heart to comfort another, some nights I still hear their laughter– this is enjoyment for you, you thrive off of pain. This is your doing. You like to undo stitches and call it a smile, you like to confuse silence as another “hey I’m invited” conversation– when I say I love you, darling, I really did mean it. When you say I love you, darling, your feelings were never in it. An empty home with plenty of empty rooms, but you still decided that this, whatever this was– it wasn’t quite enough, so let’s burn a nice house that we haven’t even moved into yet. Let’s make rain cry, let’s make the clouds get it. Let’s spill these flaws, don’t worry– perfection? It’s something we’ve always tossed aside for a chance at anything but stability. You’re a nightmare. There’s nothing poetic about it. I’ve been trying to fill in the spaces, I’ve been trying to superglue my heart back together– I cannot fix everything if you’re constantly breaking it all simultaneously. I can’t love you anymore than your shadow does. Because behind closed doors, we all know the truth. Behind those curtains, we know. We know everything that has happened and will happen. You’re pushing. I’m pulling. You’re there and me? I’m just sick and tired of every excuse being pointed back towards me. The truth is… when you love someone… there’s a chance that it’s going to end up one sided and I don’t know about you… but that’s one fucked up game of heads or tails. Heads? You fuck me over. Tails? You fuck us over.

Euro 2016 Champions: Portugal!

I think by now you guys know that my fav teams have always been Spain and Germany. Spain naturally because I am a Real Madrid fan. So, when the final ended up being Portugal vs France, I was shocked because Germany was the best team in the tournament in my opinion but I was slightly bias towards Portugal because of Ronaldo and the fact that he plays for Real Madrid. So the win would still be in the family somehow even if my two fav teams were out. 

Then when the match finally started, he was injured 2-3 times and couldn’t play on. At first I thought oh it’s minor accident he’ll be okay but it just got worst to the point where he actually called himself off and cried too because it was the finals and he wasn’t going to play. I will never understand why some people make fun of him for crying. There is nothing wrong with a man crying about something he is so passionate about. It’s actually beautiful. I like a man who can cry and smile. It shows he has a heart and feelings. And in return, I started crying while watching him be carried off the field. It was so sad. He’s so passionate about football that all I thought was you have got to be kidding me!? Why is this happening now of all times? The entire mood in the stadium just went downhill from there. Even the commentators didn’t know how to express joy for the rest of the match. It was just a dull and bitter atmosphere. It was as if the winner had already been announced so there was no point in playing. I feel like losing Ronaldo to an injury right at the start of the game not only affected the Portugal players but the France players too. No great player should have to leave the field like that, beat them in the game, don’t injure them so terribly. 

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