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r0byntn replied to your post “Diane voluntarily told Gordon and Albert that she saw the…”

I wondered why she didn’t say anything at the time–when she saw the guy pretty clearly lurking up to the car…

Hard to say–possibilities could range from her wanting the woodsman to kill Hastings, to her just being startled into silence, to her not being sure of what she saw, to her knowing exactly what she saw and believing silence was the safest option for everyone else at the site. I think we’ll get answers on this one down the road.

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cardcaptor sakura openings (requested by @tachibana–chan)

A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.
—  save me the waltz, zelda fitzgerald

“I grew up in an abusive household where I never got any approval.  I always felt unattractive and gross.  But everything changed the first time I walked into a gay club.  Everyone turned to look at me.  I was the newest thing.   I felt like I could have anyone I wanted.  It was the first time in my life that I felt a sense of power, and I became addicted to it.  I started using sex as a way to satisfy my juvenile need for approval.  And that need didn’t go away when I found …a long-term partner.  I tried to tell him about it one time.  We were walking in this park, and I told him about my strong desire to be with other people. I thought maybe if we could talk about my feelings, they would go away.  But he took it personally.  He teared up.  He looked like he’d been stabbed in the heart.  So I took it all back.  I never mentioned it again.  Until he caught me cheating on him.”

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Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman
“I guess I am kind of a softy. But it’s probably what I learned as a kid. You know, when my father left I thought it was because of me. And then I realised that, you know, that’s just the way people are. They can make the deepest commitments to each other and even have kids and because they’re selfish and just think of their own needs they walk away from it all. That’s what I learned as a kid.

anonymous asked:

How the hell is Ava gonna fight Titan if he's so huge? He was more than twice Wrathia's height in the flashback!

 This is Titan’s size comparative to Wrathia and Pedri:

This is Ava compared to Wrathia:

We know that TiTAN not only has black hole technology, but he also can feel and sense immense spouts of power just as he felt Ava’s attack. I sense a great disturbance in the Force lol.  This guy is immensly powerful.

It will take the combined abilities of all the hosts to defeat TiTAN. I had hoped that would not be the case, but a combined effort seems more and more crucial. I have a feeling not all the hosts and their demons will jumping on the band wagon though…. I’ve actually theorized that a host could become a secondary antagonist (let us see)

I believe potentially the enlistment of his other enemies could be of great use too. It is unclear whether the Silent Scavengers are 100% TiTANs enemy. If they are aligned with the Arrow family then having them would be great since they harbor the capabilities to destroy and harvest planets, the only issue is they seem morally debased and self reliant (chaotic neutral). 

I also find the idea of Wrathia being a known enemy as comforting; this could imply that others worship Wrathia and the Vengess like gods. Six recognizing Wrathia establishes some legitimacy to this rebellion

You could argue that this was simply Wrathia being vain, but then at one point upon seeing Wrathia’s statue Odin utters in his native tongue, ‘Goddess Mother’

His reaction is a mixture of disbelief but he also seems oddly happy ? 


Final statement: Ava destroying a portion of HQ will send a message out to the galaxy. It makes it clear that there is hope and the potential to resist TiTAN is there. I can see TiTAN trying to cover this up and hunt down the hosts, but that too will have consequences. The next host we’ll be meeting is Star Guy, I wonder if he’ll know of the cause and be willing to join. 

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{Social media(college) AU where Jimin has a crush on Jungkook, an insta-famous boy who happens to be in one of his classes. With some help he finally gathers the courage to talk with him.}

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Plantwork & Bonding

I see a lot of plantwork that is drastically different than any plantwork I’ve done.

This isn’t to say that others are wrong or incorrect but much of what they suggest you do to bond with plants and plant spirits is superficial at best.

Plants are not people. They do not behave like people. They do not communicate like people. They do not like or trust people in almost every single instance (unless they are greenhouse grown or seedlings).

Some pointers:

*Do not speak to them.
People often suggest you just approach a tree and talk to it. In every instance I’ve attempted this I’ve felt a change in the air. I’ve felt a sense of a wall being placed between us. I’ve felt a sense of urgency and disdain. Trees do not want you to randomly approach them and chat to them about your life and your problems, in this way they are like all creatures. A stranger is a stranger. An outsider and outsider.

I suggest you let them “approach” you.
Sit near them but not next to them and do something on your own. It could be reading, drawing, or spework. Let them become curious of you. Be respectful and quiet. Do not leave litter. If you’d like to leave a token maybe some pretty rocks or some seeds are what I’ve found to work well. I’ve also poured out my water and left small sculptures of discarded branches and rocks.

If you do this enough you will feel when it is appropriate to move on. You may feel a sense of peace, or a sense of welcoming or sometimes I ask for specific signs.

Once something of this nature occurs you can address the plant directly. Do NOT ask for its name but instead offer your own (be it nickname or otherwise). Explain your intentions and ask if it needs anything of you.

Obviously many spirits will be wary of this, and some may ignore you but if you feel strange or uneasy just back up and try again in a few days. Some spirits simply do not want to work with you.

I’ve also found removing debris and litter to work very well in my favor (though if you’re a decent person you’ll do this anyways).

I would be extremely​ wary of approaching trees and plants with hugs and stories and things of that nature. You are an outsider and you should acknowledge that fact and be respectful about it.

Not Enough

PAIRING: Reader x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes 

WORD COUNT: 4.1K (it’s a monster)

WARNINGS: SMUT, Threesome, Oral (male receiving and female receiving) ANGST.

Well, it has been a while, I’m sorry I haven’t written anything for a long time. But I poured myself a cup of tea and forced myself to finish this. I’m not sure if I like how this turned out, but it’s better than nothing. This fic is based around the song by James Blunt “Don’t Give Me Those Eyes” you can listen to it here. I hope you enjoy x 

Gif Not Mine

Originally posted by piscesandpercy

Staring at you naked
Hotel room in Vegas
I love you but I hate it
And we can’t tell anyone

Your mind raced as you how you found yourself in this situation. Tony’s big plan of whisking everyone off to Las Vegas for the weekend seemed like such an innocent one. Well as innocent as a weekend in Vegas could be, but still how you found yourself stood fully clothed staring at the two Adonis-like men. Chests bare, their jeans low on their hips. Both of them sporting straining bulges (a fact that you noticed right away) Yeah, you still quite hadn’t worked that one out yet.

“You gonna keep us waiting doll?” your eyes flicked to the brunette with uncertainty. Steve picked up on this, walking over to you slowly as not to startle you.

“We want this (Y/N), we want you. And I know you want us both” well shit. You thought, swallowing the dry lump in your throat. This was dangerous, so dangerous. After all, they were the couple in this situation and they were practically laying it out on a silver platter for you. You were not sure of the rules in this situation; yes you had been with other men before. And often wondered what it would be like with more than one partner in the bedroom, but here they were Captain America and the Winter Soldier wanted to have a threesome with you.

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Under the Table Favours

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SMUT!!! PUBLIC SEXUAL ACTS!!!

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Hogsmeade was quiet this afternoon, an ideal spot to squeeze in a bit of study with your best friend. You had secured a booth in the back of The Three Broomsticks, where you knew no one would bother you. Remus gave you a light smile as he placed down the two large mugs of hot cocoa, overflowing with already-melting marshmallows.

“Look who’s here.” You pointed out Sirius and James as they shared some Butterbeer together by the window. You took a long sip from the delicious drink as you watched Remus wave to his friends, you doing the same.

Remus turned back to face you, his smile widening as he let out an amused chortle.

“What?” You frowned. “Something on my face?” You wiped around your mouth, just barely missing the marshmallow fluff that had stuck to your upper lip.

“Here.” Remus said, easily snatching up the contents with his thumb. He held it out for you, and watched as you put your mouth over his finger. Remus’ heart began to hammer in his chest at the sight; your lips perfectly puckered around his thumb, humming contently as you sucked the morsel from his skin. His breath hitched as your eyes fluttered back open, leaving him with your sweet smile and a wettened thumb.

“Thanks.” You grinned innocently, lifting your mug back up to your lips. You quickly finished the warm beverage, already standing to get another. “I’ll be back.”

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Harry Styles - “Confessions”

I completely left this open(and have already planned) for a part two. So… if you would like a part two let me know! Enjoy! And be ready to have your heart broken.

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven


Harry sat on the edge of his bed in Los Angeles, his head in his hands, as he tried to hold back the tears and will his breathing to stay even and calm. His phone lay beside him, the screen still lit up to show him his recent calls - the last of which had just turned his world upside down. 

He eventually sits up, letting out a large sigh as his large ringed hands push through his short floppy hair, pushing it back from his forehead. His green eyes look across the room where on top of the chest of drawers sat a picture of the person he cared about most in the world. He stared at your smiling face, his own smiling face next to you and that’s when the tears came. He was going to lose you, he knew that he was. 

Just then his phone began to ring beside him. He dreaded it was her, the person who had called a few minutes before him and broke the news but instead he saw your face appear on the screen and that, in that moment, may have been worse. He picks up the phone, staring down at your picture as the phone continues to ring. 

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t hear your voice, happy and still in love with him, when he now knew what he did. He couldn’t tell you over the phone. He had messed up, he knew that, and he had to say it to your face. After the phone finally stopped ringing he gave a sigh and pulled himself up and off the bed. 

He had things he needed to do in LA, meetings to attend, interviews to be done but he couldn’t. He needed to get to you and tell you as soon as he could so he called Jeff. He couldn’t say it though, he couldn’t tell him exactly the situation, just that he had to go home - and now. 

Once he landed in London the next day, his hands were shaking, his palms were sweaty and his breathing was shallow as he sat in the back of the car headed towards your house. He kept trying to play out and plan his words for this conversation. How would he go about it? Where could he possibly start? He had so many confessions to make and what he was most afraid of was the inevitable - losing you. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to handle that hurt, devastated, and heart-broken face that he was soon going to see before him. 

The idea brought tears to his eyes. He rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes, grinding away the tears harshly. He hated himself, his entire body was full of regret, remorse, and dread knowing that he could never take this back. 

“Hello?” Harry calls a few moments later as he enters your shared home. He knew you were home, it being your day off work and your car was parked out front but he heard nothing. “Love?” He calls out again. 

“Harry?” He finally hears from the kitchen. He couldn’t will himself to move towards your voice. He wanted to run back out the door to never have to face this situation, he wanted to pretend everything was okay. But it just wasn’t. And never would be again. “Harry!” You gasp once you see your tall, tattooed and handsome boyfriend standing in the entryway of the living room. 

“Hey.” He mutters, barely able to get his voice above a low gravel. He clears his throat and puts his bag down at his feet, sliding off his jacket. He was trying to delay this, anything to keep the truth from coming out. 

“What are you doing home? Why haven’t you answered my calls in two days?” You were full of questions but then in that moment you didn’t care. You had missed Harry so much and if he was home - that was all that mattered. So, you cross the room and burrow yourself into his chest. You wrap your arms tight around his torso, taking in that familiar scent of his cologne while his arms wrap around your shoulders. He buries his face in your hair, his eyes closing as the tears began to slide down his cheeks. This was surely the last moment he would hold you in his arms and he wanted it to last as long as possible. “What’s going on?” You question, looking up at him. You gasp when you take in his tears. “Harry, what is it?” Your mind was racing. What possibly could have happened to cause him to act like this? You reach up, brushing your thumbs under his eyes along the tracks his tears were making. 

“I messed up, love.” He finally says, his voice a quiet whisper as he stares down into your eyes. You frown, shaking your head a bit in confusion. 

“What do yo-” 

“I slept with someone.” The words were out before he could over think it. He watched the gears turn in your head as you processed this. As soon as he saw it click, you backed out of his arms, distancing yourself from him just as he knew that you would. “Please, love, i’ was while we were going through tha’ rough patch a few weeks ago. I was angry, you were angry, I didn’ know where we stood-” 

“So you fucked someone else and never told me?!” You interrupt as your blood began to boil. “You came back here acting like it was all okay?! As if nothing ever happened!” You also felt your heart break, a dull ache began in the center of your chest. Harry was the love of your life, the man you were going to spend forever with and yet .. he had hurt you in the way he always vowed he never would. 

“I jus’…” He scratches at the back of his neck, shaking his head a little as he gave a sigh. He looks at the floor, anywhere but at the hurt and angry face before him. He also noted the fact that your eyes, those gorgeous eyes of yours that he loved so much, had begun to well up with tears. “I don’ know how to make up for this bu’ tha’ isn’t all.” He knew he had to say it, he had to get everything out so just maybe, maybe, the two of you could start trying to work it out. 

“What else is there?” You cross your arms over your chest as the tears slide down your cheeks. What else could there be? Had he slept with her again? Was he leaving you for her? Your mind was racing and you weren’t sure you would be able to handle anymore of this. Harry was your life and even with him standing in front of you still you felt it might not be for too much longer and you already felt lost. 

“She called me yesterday mornin’,” He began, his eyes peaking at you through his lashes as he kept his head slightly down. 

“Okay?” You urged but felt that sense of dread begin to creep up in your head as you surely knew what was coming next. Why would you contact the man you slept with weeks before? There was really only two reasons - wanting to get together again or being pregnant. Your blood ran cold at the latter possibility. It couldn’t be that, it just couldn’t. 

“She’s… she’s pregnan’.” The words pained him to say out loud. He hadn’t spoken it since he heard her mumble it through her sobs on the other end of the phone the morning before. He saw your face crumble then. Your eyebrows furrowed together, your eyes swimming with tears, and he saw your breath hitch in your throat. 

“You got another girl pregnant.” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t accusatory, it was just a statement as you took to trying to process this. Harry was going to be a father, and it wasn’t with you. This just couldn’t possibly be happening. 

“I don’ know what I’m goin’ to do, bu’ what I wan’ first is to try and make things work with you. Please, love…” He trailed off when you shook your head vigorously, the tears now falling freely down your cheeks. 

“You expect me to just forgive you for this?” You give another shake of your head. “Would you forgive me if I got pregnant by another man? If I cheated on you and got knocked up? Would you be willing to move past that?” Harry bit at his lower lip and stared at the carpet under your feet. He knew you were right, he would probably never be able to move past it if you had someone else’s child. 

“You won’ even try? For us? We’ve been together for-”

“I don’t need you to remind me how long we’ve been together, Harry! I don’t need you telling me about the life we’ve started here together because I remember, I know!” You felt your anger begin to flare up. “It was you that seems to have forgotten the life we have together while you were busy fucking someone else!” He cringes at your choice of wording as well as your now raised voice but he knew he deserved it all. You were of course right, after all. 

“Please,” He takes a step towards you, holding his large hands out towards you, his cheeks wet with his still falling tears. He felt a sob building in his chest as he felt this was it, knowing you would most likely never forgive him. “I made a mistake, I will pay for tha’ for the rest of my life but I need you.” His voice dropped off to a whisper. “Don’ give up on me.” It was then that the sob finally fell from his lips and he felt his knees give out. 

“Harry,” You whisper as you watch the man you loved fall to his knees right there in front of you, his face pressing into his hands as large gasping sobs fell from his mouth. You feel a sob of your own and you take a step closer to Harry. You fall to your knees in front of him and bring a hand up to brush through his brown hair. He lifts his head up, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes meet yours. “I don’t think I can ever forgive you.” You watch his face crumble even more as he takes in your words. 

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers and the sobs resume. He then falls into your chest, his cheek burrowing into your t-shirt and his arms wrap tightly around your waist. You support his weight, your arms going around his shoulders, your fingers brushing at the hair on the back of his neck. “I’ll never forgive myself either.” He whispers through his sobs. 

You sat and held Harry, both of you crying and clinging to one another, knowing that this was it, for a good while until finally you pried him off of you and both of you stood up. 

“I think it’s best if you left.” You whisper as the two of you stood awkwardly facing each other. Harry gives a small nod, closing his eyes for a second. His eyes burned, the tears drying his eyes out but he knew he would probably spend the entire night crying. 

“Can I do somethin’, one las’ time?” You frown at him but he then takes a step closer to you and as his hand comes up to rest on your cheek you understood what he wanted. You don’t move as his face dips towards yours. You try not to return the pressure his lips press into yours but you couldn’t help it. As if by reflex you were kissing him back and bowing your body against his as your arms wrap around each other. It was as the kiss intensified and his tongue slid against yours that the reason this was to be your last kiss together reared back into your mind and you pulled away from him, breaking all contact together. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this, Harry.” You mutter, seeing that hurt and aching look in his green eyes as his chest heaved. He had hoped there for a second as he held you close again, your lips melded together perfectly like they always had, that just maybe you could forgive him. “I can’t be with you, I’m just going to picture you with her every time and I just can’t.” 

“I understand.” He gives a nod, hanging his head a bit. He pushes his fingers through his hair and looks back up at you. “I’m so sorry that I hur’ you.” He stares at you for a few seconds before backing towards the door. “I’ll always be jus’ a phone call away. I love you, with every piece of my soul.” You ignore the fresh tears sliding down your cheeks and simply give a nod. You look away from his heartbroken face and look anywhere but at him as he reaches for his bags and then a minute later was gone from the house. 

You fall to your knees right there where you stood and begin to cry into your hands, feeling like a piece of your heart had just walked out that door with Harry. 

Harry meanwhile had gone into the garage and got into his Range Rover but as soon as he was behind the wheel he rested his forehead against the steering while and let the sobs return. They were loud, chest heaving, sobs. Not only had he just lost the love of his life but he also now had to decide what he was going to do about his child on the way.