final remarks

Things I think get overlooked in fanworks about each character in Team Voltron:

  • Shiro is fairly short-tempered and snaps at people very quickly if he feels like they crossed a line first (See: initial impression of Kolivan). In general, if Shiro doesn’t like you, he doesn’t mince words (early in s2e3, before he realizes Ulaz is helping him, and Shiro’s whole diatribe against Zarkon in s2e7)

  • Pidge overthinks to the point of panicking (see: s1e1 on the Green Lion’s planet) and a lot of her snapping is primarily defensive in nature- a happy and comfortable Pidge can be mischievous but usually with a very different tone. Much of her snide behavior deteriorates as she comes to trust the team more, though it makes a return if she’s upset or frustrated. 

  • Keith responds positively to being hugged, but also awkwardly (Hunk bearhugs him in s1e2 and he freezes up and doesn’t know how to respond, but doesn’t pull away when Lance does. In s2e9, he and Shiro hug each other when parting ways, something we also see between Allura and Coran). It suggests that Keith is to a degree touch-starved and unsure of how to initiate or ask for intimacy. 

  • Coran has a hell of a grudge on Zarkon (s1 finale, remarks that he’s been waiting ten thousand years for a shot at him) and probably has his own turbulent feelings about the fall of Altea that he’s likely downplaying for the benefit of the rest of the team, particularly Allura. In general, though, we have seen Coran get very angry very quickly if he feels like someone is disrespecting or threatening Allura.

  • Hunk is a sweetheart and likes to take care of his friends, but can be very suspicious of strangers- these seem related, as he’s the main one to bring up Lance’s near-death experience after s1e4 and 5 and voice it as a reason not to trust Rolo and Nyma. 

  • Lance seems to deliberately control and to a degree calculate his reactions the most out of the team. Many times, he can be seen actively gauging others’ responses and modifying his behavior- in s1e1 on Earth he specifically brings up the Kerberos mission in private to see how Pidge reacts. That said, for all of his calculation, he actively looks for opportunities to be honest with people. 

  • Allura appears to have difficulty admitting vulnerability to people she is unfamiliar with, and we see her most readily seeking comfort and voicing insecurities to those she is the closest to (Alfor, Coran, the mice) though she has been gradually opening up to the team. Especially if threatened or disquieted by something her response is to present as sterner and less affected than she really feels. 

ridersofdickhan  asked:

tell us a story about an insect

parker insists that he doesnt normally sleepwalk. 

i have no idea if its true or not; for the sake of anyone who lives with him (myself occasionally included) i hope it is. 

however. when he’s sleeping off a few injuries and is pain-medicated enough that its effective on his jacked up metabolism, he does

which would not normally be a big deal. thor sleepwalks too, and the only problem with that is he sleeps naked. so i thought nothing of it when peterbird wandered into the common room late at night with his eyes closed. he kinda just showed up and then stood there, so i figured id let him be and went off to go make myself some hot chocolate. ten or so minutes later, i stepped around the divider wall back to the common room. 

and promptly had the everloving daylights scared out of me. 

why? you ask, why were ten precious years scared off your ridiculous life, bucky???

well. because parker was standing right on the other side of the wall, about two inches from my face. with an alarmingly vacant expression on his face. because he was sleepwalking. 

he was sleepwalking on the fucking ceiling

Body Heat

Request: Can you write a Sirius Black x Reader but the reader is James’ sister and Sirius tries to flirt with the reader and James is all like are you flirting with my sister and Sirius fires back or something?
Warning(s): Bar scenes, drinking, swearing, intense hugging(?), major Sirius feels. Honestly, just look at the title.
Note: This is my first Marauders’ imagine, so feedback is appreciated.

⇢  A Sirius Black x Reader work where the reader is James’ younger twin sister.

Most brothers preferred to keep their social life separate from their siblings’. James Potter was no exception. Which is why, when Lily and Marlene urged you to meet the Marauders at the bar with them, you fervently declined.

“A bar? Filled to the brim with drunkards? James would never let me out of his sight,” you argued, moving away as Marlene approached you with a tube of lipstick. “I’m not going.”

She crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out. “Please, Y/N.” Marlene gestured at your attire: Black hot pants and a long sleeved crop top. “You’re already dressed for it.”

You glared down at your outfit, tugging at the hem of your shorts. “I didn’t know you guys chose clothes for me to wear to a bar.”

“What did you think? Your arse is hanging out for tea with the Minister of Magic?”

Lily gave Marlene a warning look as you flushed a bright red. “Don’t listen to her, Y/N. Your arse is not hanging out.” She paused, giving you a once over. “Well…You’ll blend in, at least.”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “James is going to kill me.”

“So what?” Marlene interjected. “He’s your brother, not your dad. Who cares what he thinks?”

I do; he’s my brother.”

A slight snort came out from Lily. “Marlene is right. You’re your own woman. You shouldn’t let the opinion of that arrogant toerag dictate your decisions.”

You and Marlene exchange glances. It was quite obvious that, over the years, James’ crush was becoming less unrequited. And although it was disturbing at first, you quickly accepted the idea that one of your best friends fancied your brother.

“You mean that arrogant toerag you so happen to like?” you said, raising an eyebrow. 

Lily raised hers back defiantly. “I don’t like James Potter.”

“Yeah, right,” Marlene scoffed. “That’s like saying Y/N doesn’t have the hots Sirius Black.”

You frowned, ignoring the slight amount of heat rising to your cheeks. “But I don’t.”

Now it was Lily and Marlene who gave each other incredulous looks. It was clear neither of them believed your poorly concealed lie. They knew, no matter how much you denied it, that you had developed a crush on Sirius the moment he gave you a bundle of white flowers for Christmas. Just the thought of his hand brushing against your cheek as he tucked a single flower behind your ear made your butterflies come alive.

“Let’s pretend, for now, that we believe you.” Marlene checked the time. “But in this moment, I hear the firewhisky calling my name. Are you coming?”

“Sirius will be there,” Lily sang.

You threw your head back defeat. “Fine.” You paused. “But not because I want to see Sirius.”

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Gonna go to bed reading Finn’s section of Before the Awakening tonight to see if he lies as much there as he does in TFA. Finn spends half the film lying, did you notice? He lies to Poe when he first pulls him aside. He lies to Rey almost immediately and then he keeps lying about all sorts of stuff, he lies to Han because he’s gotta keep up appearances, and then he lies to the entire Resistance just to get to starkiller.

Can’t wait to see how much lying he does as a stormtrooper because he had to have picked up that habit from somewhere, right?

Gawd, I am bitter today.

If there’s one good thing about Kylo, it’s at least he never lies to Rey. Kylo’s been lied to so much in life he probably doesn’t have it in him to lie to anybody else anymore besides Snoke, because the occasional fib to Snoke simply keeps him alive.


-I admit my tone was less than stellar in this post. It’s snarky. Snarky because I was exhausted (like it says at the beginning) and had also had a new job that made me felt like I was going to get fired for breathing. The attitude is directed at myself, not the character- I like collecting character flaws because it makes for good analyzation and good writing but because of my situation a year ago it made for a bad presentation of that. And for that, I apologize for any misunderstanding.

-This post is a series of posts made about observations of characters while reading through the material. Short posts were made about all the characters. Immediately following this post was a post made the next day or shortly thereafter saying that ‘Before the Awakening’ shed zero light and added zero support to the observation above, which shot some holes in the theory. This I readily admitted.

-Never ever EVER said I hated Finn. This conclusion is wrong.

-I like finding character flaws. Finn’s was VERY hard to find, especially at a time a year ago where the ‘good guy’ characters were being put on pedestals- thus the ‘bitter’ remark because finally I’d found one to put on the ‘character flaw chart’ I had running for all the characters. I just like having dirt on all the characters I love for some reason. It’s probably some weird twisted flaw of my own.

-Kylo has zero going for him- this is why he, as a mirror-opposite of Finn’s character and story, gets his one and only kudo which is consistently being honest for some reason when everything else about him is pretty awful. Why is he like that? I have no idea- I await ep. 8.

-This post isn’t about Finn’s surface motivations for choosing fibbing over being straight-forward. He wants to escape the FO with Poe, he wants to save Rey, we get it.  That’s not the problem or even the question. The question is, when confronted with a cross-roads situation, why does he tend to consistently choose that tactic instead of another? It could have been incidental from a writing perspective to keep the story rolling along to cue up humorous moments (”I need a pilot”/”I don’t know, Solo! We’ll use the force!” “That’s not how the force works!”/etc.) or maybe it isn’t- I’m just trying to look at all the possible angles here. But even if it isn’t, it’s still part of the character now, and so my question, from a purely analytical perspective is: What happened in Finn’s back story that made this a tactic? I’m really fascinated by that question. Same goes for Rey- Rey has a terrible habit of running away whenever things get rough- wants run back to Jakku, runs away from Maz, but the running stops when she confronts Kylo- the point where the characterization shifts. So I’d like to know the same for Finn, if possible. The guy’s so good that it’s hard to pin anything on him, and I can’t find any negative flaw in Poe at all, haha. Give me all the negative character flaws!! It’s why I enjoy analyzing Kylo so much- he’s just got so many terrible things to work with and pick apart. The other characters are sparse in comparison, especially Finn. Next to Poe, Finn is the least negative character in TFA.

So I hope that helps clarify at least some things? This isn’t an attempt at deflection, this isn’t an attempt to excuse, this is just an attempt to take a short post made a year ago written in a stressed, exhausted mindset and make it a little more level-headed, clear, and objective instead of attitude-ridden, which was a mistake.

Thanks to everyone who constructively engaged me about this post, and I hope by amending it here I haven’t continued to somehow fuck things up in your eyes.

Hold Me Tight | Pt. 1

( can you trust me? )

Part 1 | Part 2

Anonymous requested: Hwarang AU + Royalty/Servant AU
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Angst/Fluff; Royalty AU + Soulmate AU (in which you know they’re your soulmate when you touch them for the first time + share extreme physical sensation after you meet)
Word Count: 5,930
Author’s Note: The original request… did not call for a Soulmate AU but I thought to myself hey what would make this more interesting and 10x more painful and thus, this concept was born. I actually got around to watching some of Hwarang before writing this, so I feel a little more qualified for this—but you don’t need to have previous knowledge of the show before reading this. Thank you @cheymint for dealing with my initial worry over the world building, I hope this satisfies!

Summary: Kim Taehyung is expected to spend the rest of his life within the company of nobility after joining the ranks of the kingdom’s newest royal guard. He anticipates alot of new experiences, new people… but the spark of a touch more powerful than anything before in his life is definitely not one of them—from the shadows of maids and housekeepers nonetheless.


The morning greeting comes has it always does within the household: a pounding fist against his headboard as the blanket is ripped off Taehyung’s body. His natural instinct is always the same, which is to curl in upon himself as he lets out the faintest groan of dissatisfaction. “Must you always do that hyung?” The boy inquires, barely offering a side glance to the culprit of his current state of further exhaustion.

Standing above him with the edges of the blanket curled up underneath fingers, Kim Namjoon grins wickedly, already dressed in his robes for the morning lessons. “You know that without me, you’d be late to all your lessons. So step on it. Or do I have to call in Hoseok to help—?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m up,” Taehyung interjects, internally cringing at the thought of Hoseok being called in for assistance in trying to get him out of bed. The boy may have been older than both himself and Namjoon, but more often than not had the tendency to act like a child and Taehyung did not wish to start the day with Hoseok jumping on his bed.

Namjoon laughs at that, throwing the blanket off to the side. “Hurry up alright? You know Master Wooreuk won’t be happy to see you late again.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Taehyung dismisses with a wave, sliding to the front of the bed just as Namjoon slides open the door separating the bedroom with the long hallway before his footsteps become the only thing he can hear along the Hwarang household. With a grunt, Taehyung straightens up, laying out his robes for the morning lesson as he gets to work dressing.

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Not Enough

@emily-ily2 Hope you’re still in the mood to suffer because here it is! Thanks for requesting this because I’m out of ideas lol. I’m really sorry for this disaster aghhh

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: Cheating, angst, sadness, yelling (it sounds fun already, I know)

Word Count: 808 (short, i know, i’m sorry)

It was three in the morning when Alexander finally came home. You were sitting on a chair in the living room with no space next to you for Alex, should he try to join you. You heard him unlock the door and clenched your fists, anger boiling up inside of you again. When he entered the room, surprise filled his eyes, but that surprise changed to concern when he noticed you staring straight ahead, not greeting him or smiling like usual.

“(Y/N), why are you still awake? You have work tomorrow.” He made his way towards you, leaning in to kiss your head, but you held up your hand to stop him. “Babe, what…”

“We need to talk, Alexander.”

A brief look of panic flitted across his face before he slowly knelt down in front of you, attempting to take your hand in his, and wincing when you pulled away. “What’s wrong?”

You took a steadying breath before answering. “I met someone today.”

He stood up quickly, taking a step back and shaking his head. “You… met someone? You don’t mean–”

Looking up at him, you nodded. “Oh yes. I was getting coffee and ended up having a lovely conversation.”

Alex looked hurt as you stood up and walked into the kitchen, filling a glass of water and taking a long drink. “I don’t… what…” He ran a hand through his hair, looking absolutely helpless. “What was their name?”

You relished the confusion in his eyes when you responded. “Maria Reynolds.” You watched his mouth open and close, for once struggling to find words. Just as he began to speak, you cut him off. “She was very nice. She had a beautiful smile, and was exceptionally charming. I had a good time talking with her. It seems like she’s quite the girl. She’s going to school to be an architect, did you know that? Oh, and then she told me about this amazing boyfriend she had. Alexander Hamilton.” A look of anguished crossed Alex’s face, but you continued. “He works odd hours, of course, so she doesn’t get to see him as much as she would like, but he’s witty, and smart, and loyal.” You practically spat the last word, watching Alex flinch, and shoving past him as he tried to say something again. But you weren’t done yet. “And of course,” you continued, raising your voice so you could be heard over his protests and heading toward the bedroom. “She’s pretty sure he’s not married. Or at least she’s never seen him wear a wedding ring.”

“(Y/N)…” Alex grabbed your wrist and you turned to him with fire in your eyes, yanking yourself out of his grasp. 

“Do you know what she did then?” You fought back tears and clenched your fists. “She apologized, and she cried, and she blocked your number, and she asked for you to never speak to her again. She was sorry.”

Alex took his chance to speak while you furiously wiped away a tear. “(Y/N), please! We… we can fix this. I messed up, I know, but I’m willing to try if you are!”

His words froze you, and fury greater than any you’d ever know consumed you. But when you spoke again, your words were soft. “Are you… asking me to stay?”

“Yes. Please, let’s work this out.”

But you were already picking your stuff up from the bed–you had packed much earlier in the day. “No,” you breathed as you walked towards the front door. “This can never work, Alexander. Because you, you jump around from one interest to the next, idea to idea, project to project! And do you know what you do with things when they aren’t quite turning out how you want? You forget about them! You set them down and never pick them up again, because you found something better! You found something else that can make you happy! But that never lasts, nothing ever does! I’m sick of being treated like this, like one of your projects! So when you say you want to fix this, when you say we can ‘work it out,’ you are wrong! Because I’ll let you down, I will always let you down. I’m not enough for you to be satisfied!

You had found your way to the front door, and you threw it open, stepping out into the cold. You turned back around to look at Alex, waiting for any final remarks, and silently praying that he would give you a reason, just one reason, to stay.

But you were met with a blank stare, and your heart, which had been falling all day, finally hit rock bottom. “You’re right, (Y/N). You’re just not enough anymore.”

He closed the door, leaving both of you to wonder how anything could ever go so terribly, terribly wrong.


Cassini’s Grand Finale

NASA’s Cassini spacecraft, in orbit around Saturn since 2004, is about to begin the final chapter of its remarkable story. On Wednesday, April 26, the spacecraft will make the first in a series of dives through the 1,500-mile-wide (2,400-kilometer) gap between Saturn and its rings as part of the mission’s grand finale.

Hushed Sounds And Open Doors (An Adlock Fanfiction)

(Apparently, since I’m a shitty writer, here’s more of my shitty writing, lol. In my agreement with @dinnerxx that Sherlock and Irene would probably be more embarrassed to be caught being sweet and ‘sentimental’ rather than someone walking in on them having steamy af sex, this fic sprouted. I also inserted some headcanons here, like Irene baking and other callbacks to past fics. I literally almost slipped in the shower when I thought about this… and I feel like my author’s note at every fic is a little too talkative soooo yeah. Dedicating this to my adopted child @realestofgeek too because she’s had a rough day because of some frickin ANON. Anyway, let’s just get on with it.)

Originally posted by wildthingsandcrowns

John looked at his watch, wondering where in the world was Sherlock Holmes. He pursed his lips, thinking that the detective might have forgotten the small celebration they planned with Lestrade for Sherlock’s own birthday, but figured that since his best friend was hesitant about the entire situation in the first place, Greg and himself were purposefully ignored. 

Still, he figured, since they missed much of Sherlock’s past birthdays, they had to at least make an effort to make the incoming ones worth remembering. 

Sighing as he looked at his phone with no reply from Sherlock, he sent a quick text to Lestrade to let him know that plans are still a go, and he would be in 221B to get the detective himself. 

Arriving at the flat, he went in to greet Mrs. Hudson. 

“Is Sherlock here? He’s been ignoring my messages all day.” John asked. 

“You do know it’s his birthday?” Mrs. Hudson quipped back, looking at him questioningly.

“Ah, yes. That’s why I’m here. To get him… Celebrate. Cake and go to the pub.” John explained, confused. 

To his surprise, Mrs. Hudson laughed. “Oh, silly! He wouldn’t want to celebrate his birthday with you.

John’s eyebrows raised, looking for an explanation, but Mrs. Hudson was too amused that she left him by himself at the hall, astounded, saying something about creaking floorboards in between her fits of laughter.

The doctor decided to head up to the flat, surprised that Sherlock was still nowhere to be found in the living room. Seeing that light was coming from his friend’s ajar bedroom, he walked over and was about to call out to him when he heard a familiar voice. 

“Don’t you think you should at least tell them you’re not interested in coming?” he heard none other than Irene Adler say, almost making him gasp. 

It may be a ridiculous idea, but the doctor decided to sneak a peek at the door’s slight opening, wanting to have visual evidence that it was in fact her.

At that, he was met with an intriguing sight, with Sherlock lying on Irene’s lap, the detective holding The Woman’s hand rather delicately, while she glides her fingers through his hair. It was a scene that looked out-of-place if you know the two parties involved, but judging by their soft expressions, it was something that was already bordering on habit.

John can’t help but be amused. So, this is what Mrs. Hudson was talking about? Moreover, Mrs. Hudson knew about this? 

He saw Sherlock roll his eyes, still gently playing with Irene’s fingers. “I already told them once. They should have known better.”

John grinned, shaking his head. This bloody moron, he thought. 

He saw his friend’s expression change to somewhat of curious frustration, now examining Irene’s hand unlike the simple caressing he was giving it earlier. 

Sherlock looked up to her, eyes full of concern. “What happened to this?” 

Irene shushed him. “Nothing. I… It was nothing really.”

The detective eyed her, rubbing her fingers softly. Irene sighed, and John could swear she was flustered. Irene Adler, the dominatrix who almost brought the nation to its knees, is blushing

“I wanted to bake you a cake, just like the chocolate one you loved when we were in Paris. It didn’t turn out nice, so after a couple of tries, I just gave up on the idea.” she told him, trying to sound nonchalant to mask her embarrassment at the admittance. 

John jerked his head to the side, an incredulous expression on his face. Irene Adler baking? Paris? What in the world–? And more so, why is he still here? 

He smiled to himself. Probably because he was happy that Sherlock finally took his advice? That his best friend was happy? Oh, how he wish… 

How he wish Mary could have seen this. She would’ve been happy for him, too.

He looked up just in time when Sherlock stopped laughing at Irene’s confession, the detective reaching for The Woman to plant a kiss on her forehead. Sherlock then reached for her hand and planted soft kisses on her fingers, and John observed how Irene was looking at his friend with all the affection in the world. Without a doubt, the two have been this familiar for years.

John took one last look, amused and somehow relieved. He forgot all the annoyance he was feeling for having been ignored by Sherlock, figuring that the detective got the gift he wanted for this special day. The doctor can’t help but smile even more. 

This was far more different, definitely more real than the display he saw with Janine. And somehow, it felt more sure because it is with the Irene Adler.

He was about to turn away to leave them to their business when he was greeted by Lestrade, the Detective Inspector hovering at the flat’s door and shooting him a questioning glance. 

“John, what’s taking so long?” Greg asked, voice loud enough for Sherlock to hear. 

The doctor waved his hands extensively, telling Greg to shush, but it was already too late. 

“Sherlock, dear, what is it?” 

John turned to see Sherlock, followed by Irene, both standing by the door frame, evidently alarmed upon seeing him and Lestrade. 

Greg couldn’t hide his own amusement and surprise, eyes immediate boring into Irene Adler. 

“Graeme, didn’t you mother tell you it’s rude to gawk.” Sherlock snapped, before turning to John. “How… How long have you been here?” 

John gave a nervous laugh. “Not long…. Erm… So… You two…?”

Irene scoffed. “What?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’? Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?” the doctor couldn’t hide his amusement. 

“Ms. Adler was just visiting… For a case I needed help with.” Sherlock retorted, and Irene gave a proud nod. 

“What? In your bedroom?” Lestrade noted, smirking.

“And what case? I wasn’t aware we have a… case?” John added, fighting the urge to laugh at his friend’s flustered expression. 

Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have better things to do?”

John straightened his jacket and turned to Lestrade almost comically. “Well, I guess we’ll just leave you to your business then.”

Lestrade was still smirking, nodding at John. “Yeah, catch you later, Sherlock. Erm… Happy birthday.”

Greg headed out the door first, letting out a laugh as soon as he was out of sight, and John was about to follow him when he remembered Mrs. Hudson’s remark, things finally falling into place. 

“By the way, take the brainstorming a notch lower, mate. Mrs. Hudson said something about….creaking floorboards?” he mused with playful pretend nonchalance, making both Irene and Sherlock turn an amazing shade of red.

The doctor took it as his cue to leave them at their celebration.

He’s… Mercurial. Shear talent. A genius. One of the leading actors in the world. An incredibly formidable presence. A Porsche 911.

Great people about Cumberbatch.

“Hands down, I believe that he’s the most versatile, surprising and charismatic actors of our time.” Christina Bianco, actress

“Benedict transforms, he doesn’t act. He becomes Turing.”, Morten Tyldum, director

"Even as a 13-year old, he was obviously an outstanding actor - a combination of intuition and intellect. It’s probably once in a lifetime that you find a boy actor as magnificent as this. I don’t think I had to speak or work with him in any way when I was directing him. I felt like I was working with a fellow professional rather than a schoolboy.” Mr. Tyrell, Cumberbatch’s acting teacher in Harrow

“Benedict is witty, mercurial… thoughtful and expert. He’s very intelligent but he doesn’t let it show by commenting on the character he is playing.” Richard Eyre, theater director

"He has a sensibility and an oddness to him… and a directness and a fantastic sense of humor (…) So I respect him on a pretty fundamental level (…) He’s an actor who has the ability to play in the outer field of basic acting work (…) He is a very generous, very sensitive, very thoughtful, focused, disciplined actor and, you know, when you work with somebody like that it’s just like playing… like Ronnie Scotts with B.B. King… it’s just a question of when or if… you know when someone’s got it and he’s got it.” Tom Hardy, actor

“He’s a fabulous actor and happens to have the zeitgeist. Sherlock has lifted him into a global star but he manages to combine stardom with utter brilliance which is really rare.” Hay Festival director Peter Florence

“Cumberbatch is a remarkable actor. He can quietly project the inner turmoil that more animated actors can only mimic.” Matthew Gilbert, TV critic

“Benedict Cumberbatch is shear talent. I mean he’s such a fantastically talented actor. He has a marvelous look of course, he has cheekbones you could shave Parmesan of and he’s just a magnificently talented actor. I’ve seen him do so many different things, with such style and he’s also an incredibly nice man and he deserves the enormous acclaim he receives around the world.” Stephen Fry, actor

“He is phenomenal. The amount of work that goes into his roles, he has a great work ethic and a genius mind, he is so inspiring. He really raised the bar for me and he had this integrity and genuineness. I feel really blessed to have worked with him. Plus he is so much fun, he’s become a good friend.” Adelaide Clemens, actress

“Everytime Benedict Cumberbatch opens his mouth it is positively electric… At the time I was getting really into Sherlock series one and I was just totally hypnotized by Benedict and I said to JJ ‘You gotta watch this guy, and one thing let to another and… Thank God! …. All credit goes to Benedict but I was smart enough to realize he is a genius.” Damon Lindelof, screenwriter

"I didn’t really know him as a stage actor. I knew what a fine screen actor he is. But there’s a physicality involved in the theatre. It’s not just about mannerisms or impersonation, which screen often is: it’s about sustaining a narrative with mind and body. When I saw him for Frankenstein, that was the only thing I wanted to know. Did he have that physical capacity? And of course he does. We met and I asked him to do a few things and he was extraordinary in the room. He’s as fit as a boxer, which you have to be for the stage. You have to have an internal fitness that allows you to carry the story so it never sags. He had this combination of the cerebral and the physical which you can see when you look back at his screen work – in Hawking, it’s there. Frankenstein was a great one for using it. That’s why he’s now what he is: one of the leading actors in the world.” Danny Boyle, director

“He’s a genius. There are certain actors who have the ability to take a line of dialogue and add a ring to it that you didn’t even know you put into the dialogue, into the line. And he’s one of those really brilliant actors. Just listening to him talk…you could enjoy him reading the phone book.(…) And he’s an incredibly formidable presence. He’s amazing.” Alex Kurtzman, screenwriter

“We found Benedict Cumberbatch fairly early. We needed a very good actor, someone young enough to be believable as an aristocratic, an almost slightly dislikeable character who is an adolescent in terms of his views of the world, his upbringing. But we also needed someone who could hold the screen for four and half hours, in every scene. We needed someone with experience who was not only a very good actor, but also with terrific comic timing. Benedict was the ideal answer to that.” David Attwood, director (To the ends of the earth)

“Everyone just looked at it and went “Oh. All right.” Meryl looked at me and gave me a big smile, which is Meryl’s way of saying “Well done”. It was not the best quality you’ve ever seen. And his face was very close. But he was wonderful. At first I didn’t realize that he was British because his southern Oklahoma accent was very good. There’s nothing guarded about him. It can be a little daunting because you have the clear impression at all times that he might be more intelligent than you are.” John Wells, director, about Cumberbatch’s iPhone auditioning for August: Osage County

“The difference between stars and just great actors is that stars can make parts into them, rather than themselves into parts; they make those people them. They never quite play it like you expect them to, so it becomes very much Benedict’s Sherlock. Look at how Sean Connery owned James Bond.” Steven Moffat, producer and writer

“He’s a stick shift; he’s changing up and changing down. He’s a Porsche 911.” Gary Oldman, actor

“I would like to officialy declare my love for Benedict Cumberbatch. Yes, that’s right. I’m in love with him.” Paul Feig, director

“He’s an immersive actor; he’s physical. You have to keep feeding him, trying to keep him stimulated. The engine has to be stoked all the time. The joke is that Hollywood thinks it’s investigating him right now to see what he’s made of. The truth is: He’s investigating them.” Danny Boyle, director

“Watching him physically train to play James (He dieted, ran the cliffs and swam in the cold sea), and also delve into the meaning of every line in rehearsals, and then plot the effect of his illness on his body and mind as it would be in each scene (shot in the wrong order), while all the while being a joy to be around was impressive to witness. To see it as one performance in the final cut was remarkable. - He is rare even amongst the acting breed. If the character description says handsome: he is. If it says Nasty: he is. Older: he is… Younger: he is. For this reason I just can’t wait to see what he will become.” Vaughan Sivell, producer and screen writer („Third Star“)

“Being on the set with him… I think everyone was bringing their absolute A-game. I think, frankly, in a way, [his] presence sort of elevated everything. Time and again, every scene, Benedict brought a surprising, unexpected, grounded, real and often terrifying aspect to the role. So we are incredibly grateful, all of us.” JJ Abrams, director

“Benedict Cumberbatch is one of my very favorite — excuse me, favourite — actors today, and he brought his brilliant mixture of confidence and strength to Khan in a way that, with all due respect, Montalban never did. Never once does Cumberbatch make the obvious choice, his performance is always subtle, always controlled, and when he finally goes full-Khan, scary as hell.” Will Wheaton, actor

“I think he’ll be one of the guys who lasts, that’s my take. It’s what George [Clooney] said to me ten years ago: If you can pull off ten years in this business, then you’ve done something, and we both kind of agreed that that was kind of the benchmark. And I think [Cumberbatch] is of the new crop.” Matt Damon, actor

“Benedict Cumberbatch is truly one of the greatest actors I’ve ever seen. And my favorite thing about him in this movie is that instead of his bad guy being adorned and wearing some crazy mask and costume and hair… he is just a simple man standing in a black shirt and black pants, just a common man… and his performance is so powerful in it’s simplicity… and that to me was an incredibly exciting thing to see: how little he needed to be that powerful.” JJ Abrams, director

“When he was at school, parents came to see him in plays their own children weren’t in - THAT is how good he is.” Tatler magazine

“Yes, Benedict has darkness. He has a light, brilliance, wit, sophistication, an imposing presence. He’s threatening; he’s physical. He’s also sympathetic. He does these things and makes it all look so damn easy. And the other actors … it was so funny. Every time we were doing a scene with Benedict, they were standing a little bit taller. He has a presence that is ridiculous and that voice, oh my God. There wasn’t a day working with Benedict that I didn’t think, this is insane. He elevated that moment. He made that thing that I thought was going to be really hard, authentic. He’s not like his character in any way, physically or emotionally, but he transformed himself physically. He was suddenly this wildly intimidating big guy. And he’s not. When you talk to him, he’s sort of slight. But in the movie, I spent a year editing him (Benedict’s footage). So it was like I got to see him every day. I got so used to him as that character. So when I saw him again recently, I thought, God, he’s so small, compared to how he is in the movie—he’s so epic. He is an utter chameleon who I think can do anything. He’s one of the best actors I’ve ever seen, let alone worked with. He was able to bring all of these incredible nuances and attitude to a role that in lesser hands would not have worked remotely that well.” JJ Abrams, director

Clenched Fists: The Meeting Chapter 1

Originally posted by coffintack

Part 1 of a trilogy of trilogy’s I’ve been writing for a while featuring my OFC Percie-Jo and Josh Dun. 

Not going to give anything away but please read the warnings.

Chapter 2 soon!!

Words: 4700

Warnings: Abusive relationships, cheating (not on Josh, dw), emotional abuse

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NASA’s Cassini Mission Prepares for ‘Grand Finale’ at Saturn

NASA’s Cassini spacecraft, in orbit around Saturn since 2004, is about to begin the final chapter of its remarkable story. On Wednesday, April 26, the spacecraft will make the first in a series of dives through the 1,500-mile-wide (2,400-kilometer) gap between Saturn and its rings as part of the mission’s grand finale.

“No spacecraft has ever gone through the unique region that we’ll attempt to boldly cross 22 times,” said Thomas Zurbuchen, associate administrator for the Science Mission Directorate at NASA Headquarters in Washington.

“What we learn from Cassini’s daring final orbits will further our understanding of how giant planets, and planetary systems everywhere, form and evolve. This is truly discovery in action to the very end.”

During its time at Saturn, Cassini has made numerous dramatic discoveries, including a global ocean that showed indications of hydrothermal activity within the icy moon Enceladus, and liquid methane seas on its moon Titan.

Now 20 years since launching from Earth, and after 13 years orbiting the ringed planet, Cassini is running low on fuel. In 2010, NASA decided to end the mission with a purposeful plunge into Saturn this year in order to protect and preserve the planet’s moons for future exploration – especially the potentially habitable Enceladus.

But the beginning of the end for Cassini is, in many ways, like a whole new mission. Using expertise gained over the mission’s many years, Cassini engineers designed a flight plan that will maximize the scientific value of sending the spacecraft toward its fateful plunge into the planet on Sept. 15. As it ticks off its terminal orbits during the next five months, the mission will rack up an impressive list of scientific achievements.

“This planned conclusion for Cassini’s journey was far and away the preferred choice for the mission’s scientists,” said Linda Spilker, Cassini project scientist at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California. “Cassini will make some of its most extraordinary observations at the end of its long life.”

The mission team hopes to gain powerful insights into the planet’s internal structure and the origins of the rings, obtain the first-ever sampling of Saturn’s atmosphere and particles coming from the main rings, and capture the closest-ever views of Saturn’s clouds and inner rings. The team currently is making final checks on the list of commands the robotic probe will follow to carry out its science observations, called a sequence, as it begins the finale. That sequence is scheduled to be uploaded to the spacecraft on Tuesday, April 11.

Cassini will transition to its grand finale orbits, with a last close flyby of Saturn’s giant moon Titan, on Saturday, April 22. As it has many times over the course of the mission, Titan’s gravity will bend Cassini’s flight path. Cassini’s orbit then will shrink so that instead of making its closest approach to Saturn just outside the rings, it will begin passing between the planet and the inner edge of its rings.

“Based on our best models, we expect the gap to be clear of particles large enough to damage the spacecraft. But we’re also being cautious by using our large antenna as a shield on the first pass, as we determine whether it’s safe to expose the science instruments to that environment on future passes,” said Earl Maize, Cassini project manager at JPL. “Certainly there are some unknowns, but that’s one of the reasons we’re doing this kind of daring exploration at the end of the mission.”

In mid-September, following a distant encounter with Titan, the spacecraft’s path will be bent so that it dives into the planet. When Cassini makes its final plunge into Saturn’s atmosphere on Sept. 15, it will send data from several instruments - most notably, data on the atmosphere’s composition – until its signal is lost.

“Cassini’s grand finale is so much more than a final plunge,” said Spilker. “It’s a thrilling final chapter for our intrepid spacecraft, and so scientifically rich that it was the clear and obvious choice for how to end the mission.”

Flowerfell Photoshoot STORY TIME 2

This image was taken by @s7arcosplay.
So the story behind this one is really a lovely tale.
While during the photo shoot Sans and Frisk kept yelling insults at each other from across the path. Finally, after many remarks, they started to flick off each other between photos and our photographers were laughing so hard that we decided to grab the shot.

Thus this glorious image was born.

It is our favorite photo…. 10/10

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Story 1 | Story 2

All Yours (Bucky x Pregnant!Reader)

Request: Hello love! Can you do a Bucky imagine where the reader is pregnant with his baby and he’s nervous and scared but once the baby comes he gets super protective over it or something alike to that?

Requested By: @callalilyiskewl 

Word Count: 902

Warnings: Pregnancy, bit of swearing.

A/N: Ahhhhh this is my first request! Thank you for requesting, @callalilyiskewl and thanks for the amazing request! Hope you liked it and requests for everything are still open!

Originally posted by enochianess

“Buck, are you okay?” You ask your husband. Usually, you wouldn’t drop your husband with news like this just out of the blue. But, alas, as he was about to go on a month-long mission, you figured that it was now or never to tell him the news: you were pregnant.

“Wha-? Oh yeah, sure. Just… are you sure?” He asks, looking up at you. You raised your eyebrow at him, wondering if he was joking.

“Of course I’m sure. I just wanted to tell you because you were going on that mission and-”

“Doll, it’s fine. It’s all good. I think. Just, what if I’m not a good father? What if I hurt the baby? Doll, I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you, let alone our child.” He chokes out, tears welling up in his eyes. Your heart nearly breaks at the sight of him.

Walking up to him, you wrap your arms around your husband who was sitting on the bed. You feel him bury his head in your chest, and you gently card your fingers through his hair. “James, you will be an amazing father. You will protect our baby no matter what, I know it. And I also know that the baby will love you no matter what,” You say, tilting his chin up to have his eyes meet yours. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he says with a small smile on his lips. You return the smile, and lean down to gently kiss him on the lips. You feel him sigh into the kiss, just as you feel his flesh hand press against your belly, making you smile against his lips.

“I’m just saying, if its a boy, name it Tony,” You roll your eyes at Tony, glancing at Bucky who just frowns a bit. Resting your hand against your growing belly, you feel a slight kick, causing you to smile.

“See! It wants to be called Tony! It kicked!” Tony exclaimed, making you roll your eyes even more. 

“Tony, if anything, the kid would be named after me,” Sam added with a cocky smile gracing his lips. At this remark, Bucky finally responded.

“Why the hell would I name my kid after you, bird-brain?” 

“Well why not, Robo-cop? Sam is a strong name, your kid would be glad to have my name!” Sam retorted, which inevitably started the bickering. Natasha, just walking in, sat down next to you.

“If it’s a girl, you’ll name it after me, right?” She asks, grinning at you. 

“Sure, sure. Just help me get up, will ya?” You ask, and she nods, helping you up. Now standing up, you look down at your growing belly, noticing how you can’t even see your feet anymore. Looking up, you now see that Steve and Clint have joined in the argument, leading you to shake your head. Your kid sure will have a weird family.

“BUCKY, GET THE HELL OVER HERE!” You scream, eyes twisted tight with the pains of contractions. 

“COMING!” Bucky yelled, running with your labor bag in hand and car keys in the other. He almost makes it to you before he trips over the boxes of baby items that you received from your shower. Scrambling back up, he grabs your hand with his metal one as he leads you to the car. Inside, he buckles you up and starts driving towards the hospital immediately. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your belly, you finally arrive. Leading you towards the check-in counter, he has a nurse help you up towards the room.

Lying in bed, your hand is clamped down tight onto his metal one, eyes screwed tight, as another contraction begins. 

“Bucky,” you ask, causing his eyes to flicker towards yours. “Distract me. Anything.”

“Um, okay, well, what name would you like our baby to have? If it’s a boy, I think Steven Samuel. If it’s a girl, I think Natalia Jane. What do you think?”

“I love them both. If it’s a boy, you would really name him after Sam?” You ask, quirking up an eyebrow. He just nods, about to respond when the doctor comes in.

“Okay, (Y/N), it’s time. Ready?” The doctor asks, and with one last look at Bucky, you nod.

“Everyone, meet Natalia Jane Barnes. Natalia, meet everyone,” Bucky announces, holding up his baby girl in his arms for everyone to see. Since she was delivered, he hasn’t put her down yet. Everyone made cooing noises at the newborn, and Nat flashes her eyes towards you. You see a few tears well up in her eyes. You knew that she has always wanted a child, but unable to have one, so having her new niece named after her surely had her emotional. You see her mouth a small thank you, and you just smile back.

“Wow, she’s a beauty, Buck. Obviously got her looks from (Y/N),” Steve jokes, causing Bucky to throw him a playful glare. 

“She is absolutely gorgeous. Better watch out, Bucky, she’ll have suitors lined up around the block,” Tony jokes, earning a real glare out of Bucky this time. Clutching his baby girl to his chest, he continues to glare at Tony.

“She’s too little. And she’s mine. No boy will be good enough for her. Or girl.” He huffs out, looking at you. You just smile weakly, nodding your head.

“Don’t worry, Buck. She’s all yours.”

Mr and Mrs Shades (pt. II)

(Shades Alvarez x OC)

@lolsthecat @juiceboxxortiz @a-daydreamers-stories @doodlebugwriter @anarchyrenegade @thegoodthebadandtheempty @dolphingoddess81 @one-charming-life

Originally posted by thatmansplayinggalaga

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“Honey, I’m home.” She called out as she filled the two glasses. Picking them up she turned around, smirk plastered on her face.

Taking a sip from her own glass as she held the other out.

“Well welcome home Mrs Alvarez.” Said Shades taking the glass from her offering hand.


“Still with the Bourbon I see. Although it has clearly gotten more expensive.” Shades remarked swallowing the two fingers worth she had poured him.

Sighing at the comment, she rolled her eyes and tossed back her shot. “We here to play catch up or talk business?” She asked pouring herself another shot.

“Well I thought it might be nice to know what my wife has been up to since she abandoned me to rot.” He said casually setting his empty glass on a side table.

His words set her spine straight and her grip began to white knuckle around the tumbler. “I abandoned you?” She asked anger seeping into her tone as she turned to look at him.

Standing there he ran his right hand over his left rubbing the tips of his right fingers over his left ring finger. Making a frown with his mouth his eyebrows raised over the tops of his glasses and he shrugged.

Huffing and shaking her head at his gesture she tossed back her second shot, slamming the empty glass down. “What do you want Hernan?”

“Like I said, to know how my wife has been?” He remarked finally taking off the glasses and putting them in his breast pocket.

“Cut the shit.” She seethed. No one on earth could actually piss her off. Sure she would pretend to be angry when a client would make a stupid remark, but honestly she could care less.

Hernan ‘Shades’ Alvarez though? He could enrage her with a look. And oh how he loved to use that look on her.

Sighing he complied “Fine, as usual you win.” He smirked rewarding himself with another eyeroll. “You’ve been hired to kill Diamondback.” He walked around the room. “I work for Diamondback.” Shades turned his back to her as he walked looking around the parlor. “He wants me to kill you before you kill him… so.” Shades drew his gun but when he turned she was gone.

“Andreanna!!” He yelled out. From her spot in the hall she listened to him storm the house. Creeping down to the hall table she reached under it. ‘Shit’ she thought to herself, he found it.

Making her way to the spare room she hoped he hadn’t found all of her hiding spots. Entering the room she shut the door quietly before heading to the wardrobe in the corner. Opening the doors she removed the false bottom to reveal the safe underneath thanking God, she used her thumb to open the lock and pulled out two Smith and Wesson 9mm’s, and screwed on their suppressors. Shoving the extra magazines into her thigh holster for her knife. She got ready to stand when she heard movement from above. He was in the room upstairs.

Listening carefully she pointed the guns at the ceiling. 'Step step, stop.’ She fired four rounds from each gun up to the room above. When she stopped firing she was met with silence. A moment of sadness began to settle in as she thought she had just killed him but when she looked up through the holes he was looking down gun in hand.

She ran out of the way just in time as he rained his shots down from above. Running to the kitchen she listened with her ear to the wall for him to come down the stairs.

Anticipating her move he fired at the wall as he came down the stairs. Running she dodged the 12 Guage blasts as they came through the wall.

Halting his assult Shades listened for life.

Catching her breath she spoke up “I see you found my shotgun?”

“Yeah it’s nice. Little heavy in the butt, but it seems to help in a way.” He commented.

Lifting her head she saw the barrel pointed at her through on of the holes in the wall. Ducking quickly as another blast shot over her head. Rolling back down the wall she stuck her gun through another one of the holes and fired.

“Ahh!” Shades hollered out dropping the shot gun and holding his arm where she grazed him.

Peaking through the hole she just shot through she expected to see his body, but was met with an empty stair case. Huffing her disappointment she stood and began to creep around the house.

Using the shadows and his dark suit to his advantage Shades moved easily around the house. Watching out for where she may be. From the dining room he saw movement out the corner of his eye. Drawing his gun he stepped forward. “Ya know I gotta give it to you Dre, I didn’t think you had it in you.” He said. Causing her to take a sharp breath at the use of his nick name for her.

As a child everyone always used her full first name it wasn’t until she started high school and met Hernan Alvarez had anyone thought to shorten it. Only he called her that, ever.

Closing her eyes she tried to gather herself, unprepared for what emotion the sound of his name for her would bring up when spoken from his lips after all this time.

“You always seemed like the type to love and never let go. But you did let go. Didn’t you?” He knew that would push her and cause her to act out.

It worked.

Turning from her position she slid across the hall into the living room firing down the in his direction. Only he wasn’t there. As she slid into the living room she was met with a small grenade rolling towards her. Her eyes went wide and she leaned back kicking her legs out from under her and at the small bomb, effectively knocking it into the fireplace across the room.

Scrambling to her feet she looked for her guns just as she heard steps approaching from behind. Ripping the rope from the curtains she stepped back.

Walking in, gun raised, Shades looked around the charred room only to have his gun knocked from his hand. Using his disorientation to her advantage she jumped on his back wrapping the rope around his neck. She held tight as he tride to fight for air.

Shades ran backwards slamming her back into the wall. Once, twice, on the third blow she lost her grip and he spun her over his shoulder and to the ground. Landing one, then two kicks. On his third strike she caught his foot, twisting his ankle causing him to fall onto his back on the floor.

Quickly, she climbed on top of him strattling his chest. She drew back and punched him. Jab, Jab, cross. Jab, Jab, caught.

Shades grabbed her wrist pulling her down and flipping them over. Practically nose to nose he pinned her arms down over her head. Panting he couldn’t resist looking down to her lips then back to her eyes. Neither one seeing the others action as she too did the same.

“It would appear you found all my toys.”

“It was just a little bomb baby.” He smirked

“And this is just my little knee.” She smirked back, at his crinkled brow. Drawing her leg up she kneed him right where it would hurt.

Groaning he fell forward releasing her arms. Now free, Red elbowed him across his cheek and pushed him off of her.

Groaning as she rolled over she spotted one of her guns on the floor and crawled to it. Shades tride to catch his breath from the shock of the low blow he had received.

He saw something black and shiny just infront of him. Crawling over he picked it up. It was one of Red’s 9mm’s. Checking the mag he saw two rounds and turned to stand.

Just as she turned and stood. Facing off they each held a gun on the other. Wanting nothing more than to end this, Shades squeezed his gun but couldn’t do it when something gold caught his eye.

Somewhere in the fight the mesh of her dress had torn and out fell a gold chain. With a gold men’s band hanging over her breasts, hanging over her heart.

Seeing him notice it her eyes began to gloss over.

“I can’t… I can’t.” He said dropping his gun.

“No!” She yelled thrusting her gun forward. “Pick it up!” He stared into her blue and red rimmed eyes shaking his head no. “You don’t get to leave me then act like you give a shit a decade and a half later you son of a bitch! Now PICK IT UP!”

He couldn’t do it. After all he put her through she still carried a torch for him just as he did for her.

Stepping forward the barrel of her gun touched his throat. She kept the gun on his neck even as he stepped closer. Wrapping his large hand around the back of her soft small neck he tangled his fingers in her silky onyx tresses. The cold barrel dug in as he pulled her to him and he crashed his lips to hers.

Melting into the man that she has waited nearly 15 years for felt like nothing short of a long lost dream. Dropping her gun to the floor she wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands made their way to her ass. Squeezing he lifted her up and slammed her into the wall behind them.

Both still frustrated over unanswered questions, but too caught up in the moment to ask them. They took it out on each other.

Biting down hard, Red caused a growl to leave his chest and blood to drip from his lip. Pulling her back he slammed her into the wall again, harder than before. Forcing a picture to fall from its place and shatter to the floor.

Pulling her from the wall again he slammed her down onto a side table just inside the hall way. Reaching down Shades grabbed either side of the slit she had cut in the cab to allow her to fight freely, and pulled it apart. Ripping the dress in half.

Taking a moment to look down at her he saw shear nude colored lace covering her chest and black lace boy shorts down lower. She was just as perfect as he remembered her. It was as if time stopped just on her so that he could have her as she had always been in his memories. Wrapping her legs around him she pulled him to her as he ripped off his suit jacket.

Reaching between them she forced open his shirt, buttons flew every where. Pushing him back a bit she looked down at his sculpted body the same way he had admired hers. He was all seemingly smooth lines but to the touch he was all hard, with edges.

Giving her a moment to appreciate him he met her eyes as she drew her gaze over him and back up. Once they locked stares he applied his hand to her throat and pushed her back against the wall, kissing her fiercely. Tangling the fingers of his other hand in the black lace of her underwear, Shades ripped it from her body.

Her fingers worked at his belt and slacks pushing them down so he sprung free.

Before she could even touch him he slapped her hands away and grabbed ahold of himself. There was no teasingn no few pumps of his hand, or a check if she was ready. He just lined himself up to her center and thrust forward. “FUCK Dre” He moaned.

Feeling the power of him shock through her body a tear slipped from her eye. Weather it was from finally being with the one person she had ever loved after all this time. Weather she just had debris in her eye from the fight. If it was just that powerful of a thrust, she didn’t know but she did know she wasn’t letting it go again.

Looking at her face leaned back he wiped a single tear from her cheek never letting up his pace. He rocked into her hard and fast. Watching her bite her own lip to keep from screaming out drove him to an edge he had not reached in 15 years.

Picking her back up she wrapped herself around him. Walking while still inside of her she would lift her hips to slide along him as he made his way to the spare room of the downstairs hall, where just moments before they had tried to kill one another.

Entering the room he threw her off of him and onto the bed. Kicking off his shoes and shoving down his pants the rest of the way he watched her. She rolled over and watched him finish stripping as she bit her lip and pulled off what was left of her dress and her bra.

Once the tattered material he once called a shirt was finally gone he dove for her.

Seeing her there layed out on the old quilt of the bed. Her hair fanned around her, her beautiful eyes looking at him the same way they had their last night together over a decade ago. He couldn’t help it. Running his fingertips over her cheek and his thumb over her lips he mumbled “I still love you.”

Tears filled her eyes as she took a shaky breath “I never stopped.” She whispered out.

Kissing her slow and deep he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers trying and failing to catch his breath he panted. “I am so sorry baby, I am so damn sorry. Fuck, I love you.” He sounded so lost and broken as he positioned himself to enter her again.

Sucking in a ragged breath when he thrust forward. She let it go with a barely audible “I love you.”

This time taking it slow and savoring the moment he took still strong, but slower, deeper strokes while he worked his lips and toung over every bit of her they could reach.

She tasted like a life thought to be lost to him. He felt like a life long awaited by her.

They loved and returned to one another long into the night before collapsing into the first real nights sleep either one had been able to have in half a lifetime.
Jaylos Fanfic (Because I Love You)

Hey guys! This fic is long overdue, sorry about that… But it’s finally up and I really hope you like and enjoy it! Comments and suggestions are highly encouraged! Sorry if anyone’s ooc or if anything is wrong… The whole festival thing is based off the Descendants Mobile Game and Wicked World by the way. So here we go! Enjoy!!

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You would think the whole Nightmare Moon gimmick would get old, but surprisingly this was the best Nightmare Moon portrayal ever.

She was clever and not a complete tyrant who actually allowed ponies to live free somewhat (heck tourism was even allowed). Even the claim about how plant life would cease to exist is not entirely true. Some plants do actually grow and thrive through the night and I could imagine Nightmare using some spell to make the vegetation grow better with only moonlight. She did lock up her sister in the moon, but Celestia did the same to her which makes them even.

So not the worst AU it seems, with Luna or her alter ego Nightmare Moon as an evil yet lawful ruler.