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Anti: I made him so hes MINE. Back off, Dark!
Dark: You absolute petulant child. He’s not some toy that you can just claim for your own and play with until you break, He is a real living being. He doesn’t belong in your custody just because you decide it.
Anti: Oh sure, youre only saying that because you want your little “boy toy” all to yourself. Well if you want him, EVEN BETTER, I get to take something from you, ya fuckin asshole! I’ve got him and you can’t have him!
Uh guys? Am I wanted now???? Do I get a say in this???
Both: Shut up, Crank.

(you can delete my extra story development from this point if you like!)

I don’t know if I mentioned it yet, but Anti was the one who did the botched spell to create him. He wanted some backup to help him kill Dark for getting him stuck with Jack. But very quickly after making CC, he realized that this frail little thing wasn’t going to help him do anything. But its also starting to piss him off that CC and Dark seem to get along so swimmingly. (”I MADE YOU TO HURT HIM NOT PLAY KISSIE KISSIE” ) and Anti is also a bit jealous like “Fuck you, Dark, Im stuck in Jack because of you and you’re a complete dickbag to me but you’re all pleasant and lovely with my junkpile” “thats because he is delightful and kind and you are nothing but a constant thorn in my side. Maybe If you weren’t such a “complete dickbag” yourself, I might consider my manners.” 
But Anti doesn’t HATE CC, just has a lot of negative feelings because of his relation to Dark. ouo I have a terrible comic planned to get a little further with CC’s and Anti’s relationship. 

Nothing in this Universe happens by chance. Everything happens for a reason. The good, the bad, tragic, and ecstatic, it all happens for a reason.

This is so rushed and short, but I couldn’t get @aina-p​‘s adorable AU picture out of my head. It’s so cute, and I would love to expand this into a multi-chap (or read a multichap of it someone else writes) given the time. It’s such a cute idea, I just had to get this down while my excitement was at its peak!

The scratched up ice stung Victor’s hands as he threw himself down for what must have been the fourth time in the past half hour. For a second as he sat there on the freezing ground, he questioned how things had gotten to the point where he, world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, was taking fall after fall in a rink.

“Are you okay?”

Ah, right. It was because of him.

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can you imagine overwatch agents (minus winston, of course, who is their best friend and who comes over for wine nights) not understanding that they’re different people. every time tracer is gushing about emily and how perfect her beautiful wonderful girlfriend is, everyone is side-eying her. 

it comes to a head when they stage an intervention. 

“are you sure she’s the right one for you?” mercy says delicately. “it seems like a… dangerous situation.” 

lena, face horrified, “I would never hurt her or let anyone else hurt her.” 

“but how can you continue being an agent of overwatch then?” 

“my love life doesn’t affect my abilities as an agent,” lena snaps. “i was the first one back! i believe in overwatch!” 

“but with her as our enemy–” 

“emily? our enemy? she can’t even do a cartwheel!” 

“she did a backflip off of my face last week!” mccree cuts in, offended. 

“what ARE you talking about? you’ve never even met her!” she throws her arms up in the air, exasperated. “how can you say this when you don’t even know her? look, does this look like the face of a talon agent? she only looks like a zombie on mondays, unlike widowmaker and reaper, who are like. actively dead.” 

she holds up her phone’s wallpaper, and it’s a selfie of her and emily, with emily hugging lena from behind and nuzzling her hair and lena holding the phone and smiling cheesily 

angela squeals and steals her phone to gush over it. “oh, that’s precious! i’m so glad you aren’t dating a talon agent, what a relief!” and lena is like “wait what” and rapid fire wondering what the fuck her friends think of her to think she’d date someone who regularly kicks her ass 

and everyone else is trying not to look too jealous because damn. that is a cute picture. what a lucky brat. 

never over the mint yoongles

Every generation has faced the choice: Do we let our ideals expand or retract? Do we let our freedoms grow or do they retrench? Do we let love expand or do we love be beaten by hate? This generation now has our task. There is a shadow hanging over our ideals and our values. There is assault on our values and our principles. And now more than ever we must choose to fight. We must choose to resist. We must choose to stand up for what we believe in. Now more than ever.
—  Cory Booker, DC Rally, 1/30/2017
Love, compassion and concern for others are real sources of happiness. If you have these in abundance, you will not be disturbed even by the most uncomfortable circumstances. If you nurse hatred, however, you will not be happy even in the lap of luxury. Thus, if we really want happiness, we must widen the sphere of love. This is both religious thinking and basic common sense.
—  14th Dalai Lama
- from the book “How to Expand Love: Widening the Circle of Loving Relationships”

[47] Kougami/Makishima

“Ah, I see.” Makishima murmurs softly, almost sympathetically as his fingers run along the line of Kougami’s jaw in a gesture that’s far too close to that of a lovers. “You’ve already fallen.”

Kougami closes his eyes, the familiar pang of pain and disappointment curling up from his gut and into his ribcage. Knowing the truth in the silence of your own mind was one thing, but hearing the words being spoken left no more doubt for one to cling to.

“I’m only human.” He settles for, his voice sounding unfamiliar even to his own ears.

Makishima hms softly and moves his touch to the highest part of Kougami’s cheekbones until he finally recaptures the ex-Enforcer’s gaze.

“And I’m not.” He responds, his voice containing a note of finality.

“No.” Kougami agrees, leaning forward to press his lips to the other mans in a way that seems far too close to a goodbye.

“No, you’re not.”