flaws are not at sight!!!!

I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
—  Lisa Kleypas
Something Different | Jeff Atkins x Reader

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Warning: smut


A/N: Dear Readers, I apologize for any delays of my writing- since I am moving houses it is quite difficult to focus on any stories at the moment, your patience is kindly noted. Thank you. xx

- The Egyptian cotton sheets felt like heaven against my bare skin, another heavenly feeling were his hands caressing my thigh as he kissed me with passion and pure love.

He stood in front of me, bare back and bare chested- I couldn’t help but admire every inch of his skin in sight, all of his figure and flaws that were perfection to me, his lips parted as he stared down at my body and I gazed upon him hungrily as I undressed him with my eyes.

I took in every detail to his appearance; his roughed up hair, his beautiful blue eyes that might seem brown certain times, his plumped up lips, his sharp jawline and not to even mention his bulking biceps and muscular physique but what really caught my full attention were his shorts that hung loosely around his torso whilst revealing his V line and the surface to his intimate part were slightly visible; I could tell he wasn’t wearing boxers underneath his shorts.

“Are you going to sit there and gawk?” His voice deepening and he gained my attention as my eyes shifted from his crotch area to his eyes, those wonderful eyes. I bit my lip in response and I saw how his face turned from amused to lustful.

“You know what that does to me” he gestures over to my teeth gripping my bottom lip.

“I do.” I cockily responded and repeated my action once more.

“Cocky huh?” He raises an eyebrow.

I felt his huge hands wrap around my ankle and he pulled me closer to his body only to flip me around so that my bare ass were in full sight to him.

“I’m giving you one chance to apologize for being cocky” his tone sounding serious.

Instead I just giggled at the fact that he was trying to be dominant. I felt a sting on my backside as the palm of his hands were met with my skin causing a loud clap to echo through our bedroom.

“Apologize” he spoke through gritted teeth. “Sorry Mr. Atkins.”

I giggled in between those words, mostly because I felt a little awkward. “Now was that so hard?” He smirked and stood up once again but this time he walked away without another word.

So he’s really gonna play hard to get? I will not cave although he’s looking extremely hot. I must admit I am aroused by his sudden want to dominate but I will play the same game and see who wins.

“I will not touch you until you beg me to.” He whispered in a deep tone which caused chills to run up and down my spine.

“I have never seen this side of you before but I must let you know that you are the one who needs to beg for it” a smirk tugged on my lips as we made eye contact for what felt like forever.

I’ve attempted to seduce him but it seems that I’ve been failing; I tried to touch his sweet spots but only to find him pulling away instead of giving in, I’ve tried grinding up against him but failed to get him to react and I’ve also tried to strip for him but it only strived him to play hard to get even more.

At this point I was very aroused and not in the mood for games anymore and so I gave him what he wanted.

I am lost; he’s not playing fair.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please what?” His expression seemed calm.

“Touch me.” My voice shaky.

“Where, baby?” He smirked He’s extremely close, his scent was intoxicating as I reached to grab his hand but he seemed to have taken a step back from me.

“No, no” he chides

“What?” My eyes wide and alarmed

“No” he spoke those words once more

“Not at all?” The sound of longing could not be repressed from my voice.

All I earned from him was a smile and a faint chuckle. I took a step toward him, and he steps back, holding up his hands in defense, but his smile lingered on his plump lips.

“Shall we have dinner” he spoke up.

“Sure” I rolled my eyes and I know he noticed for the way his jaw clenched and released.

He had decided to cook for tonight because I was in no mood to do so. I watched as his biceps flexed with the flip of our steaks being cooked, I admired the sweat glistening and sliding down his abs and making their way down to the waist band of his shorts while the sweat stains the fabric, I watched him with intensive care as he chopped up the veggies and watching how his hands were skilled with any utensils or any object. I bit my lip in frustration to his rejection to fuck.

“What’s for dessert after?” He asked whilst wiping away the bids of sweating gliding down his forehead and neck.

“Vanilla ice-cream.. like the way you are in bed” I muttered the last part under my breath and made it barely audible so I was the only one who could hear it but I was very wrong, seemed like he head my snide remark.

“Oh. Is that so?” He laughed a devilish laugh.

I have a feeling wrenching deep in the pit of my stomach that I will be paying for my comment later. We ate our dinner silently without a conversation, I was a bit upset with him but also I had nothing to say.

He broke our silence “Well?” He asks.

“Well what?” My lips parted to take slow breaths.

“Ready for dessert?” He smirked and I had an idea of what might happen.

“Indeed I am” I responded.

He took the carton of vanilla ice-cream and grabbed only one spoon as he gestured over to our shared bedroom. I made sure to grab the champagne as I followed behind him, my body bare, the only visible fabric held against my skin were my bra and laced underwear.

“What now?” I asked curious to know what he had planned in his vicious little mind.

I saw him lick his lips as he stepped closer toward me until his scent made its way into my nostrils, I loved his musty scent - was always a a turn on.

“Kiss me” I whisper

“Where?” He smiled

“You know where” I whimpered


I felt embarrassed to tell him the part I ached for him the most and all I could manage to do was point towards the apex of my thighs, and he had a wicked grin spread across his face.

“With pleasure” he smirked

I closed my eyes with absolute arousal as he kissed me and unleashed his talented tongue. I groaned and fist my hand into his smooth hair. He did not stop, I could feel his tongue circling around my clit, driving me completely insane. “Jeff, please,” I begged- I know I caved and I begged him.

The feeling was overwhelming as I stood up, I felt my legs giving up to the feeling that tied up into my stomach- I know I was close and I don’t think I would have the strength to cum whilst standing up.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.” I panted.

As soon as those words left my mouth, I noticed how his pupils had dilated and the lust was prominent in his eyes- I knew what was about to come. He did not stop his sweet , exquisite torture. I moaned very loud, as usual.

“Jeff… . Please” I begged once more. He stood up and gazed upon me and his lips glistened with the evidence of my extreme arousal.

“Undress me” he spoke as he wiped away my arousal.

I dropped to my knees and kneeled before him as I undid the button of his shorts and pulled down his zipper in one quick motion, I couldn’t contain my eagerness as his shorts were sliding down his legs and he stepped out of them. I peeked up at him through my lashes and he was staring down at me. I grabbed his, now, free member and squeezed him tightly- pushing my hands up and down his shaft. He groans and tenses, and his breath hisses through gritted teeth. With care I brought my lips closer to his tip and gave it a soft kiss before letting him slide into my mouth and suck- hard. He tastes good.

“Mmm… Gently, baby.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, and I push him deeper into my mouth, pressing my lips together as much as I can, sheathing my teeth as sucking hard. I peeked once more and noticed his head tossed back in pleasure, his breathing became uneven and his lips parted.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

His godlike moan had an effect on me as I felt my arousal grow with every sound and profanities that escaped his lips. Soon enough my lips became to cramp up and so I stopped my actions and noticed how disappointed he seemed.

“Take off your bra,” he orders.

I sit up and do as I am told- I am enjoying his dominant side today. I was pushed onto the bed as he spread my legs and stood up to gaze down at me, I paid attention to his every move- he licked his lips once again as he took the carton of ice-cream and the spoon in the other hand as he scrapped up some of the frozen vanilla milk and scooped it up as he brought it between my thighs and spread the ice-cream on my clit. The coldness felt awkward against my crotch but I shrugged it off.

“Pain can sometimes inflict pleasure” he smirked Scooping more of the ice-cream as he made dollops on each side of my nipples, I tossed my head back in pleasure as I felt him lick dessert off my body and I couldn’t have felt more aroused in my entire life.

I brought the champagne up to my lips and gulped down a few as I watched him eat me. “I want you inside me” my voice shaky and cracking as I attempted to speak with the pleasure coursing throughout my body.

“Mmmm” he murmurs between eating me out.

He pulls away and hovers above me, my legs already spread. His eyes never left mine as he sinks inside me with a deliciously, yet torturing slow pace. I close my eyes, relishing the fullness. His pace was slow and yet he was slamming deep and rough inside me, my toes curled up in excitement that left me wanting more. I could feel every movement, I could feel his thickness and I could feel his every length as he buried himself inside of me. Instinctively tilting my pelvis to meet his, I groaned at the friction of him slamming against my clit, sending me to a whole other dimension. My fingers found their way to his silken unruly hair, and he moved slowly and roughly inside of me.

“God. . Faster, Jeff, faster.” I let out in between moans. He gazes down at me in triumph as if he was waiting for those words to leave my lips as he kisses me hard and then really starts to move- a punishing and relentless pace that drove me over the edge and closer to my orgasm. The constant attention to my sweet spot had caused my clit to become sensitive and so with every thrust of his skin meeting my clit had sent me to climax. He sets a pounding rhythm as my legs tenses beneath him.

“You want to cum baby?” He gasps My response were heavy and loud moans that couldn’t stop escaping my mouth.

“Cum on my dick baby” His words are my undoing, and I explode, amazingly, mind-numbingly, and he follows as he called out my name.

“Oh fuck Y/N!”

He collapses on top of me, his head buried in my neck as our breathing had started to even itself.

One Word Flaws of the Signs
  • Aries: Argumentative/ Manipulative
  • Taurus: Materialistic/ Skeptical
  • Gemini: Manipulative/ Two-Faces
  • Cancer: Hyper-sensitive/ Paranoid
  • Leo: Selfish/ Egotistical
  • Virgo: Stoic/ Manipulative
  • Libra: Materialistic/ Sex-Crazed
  • Scorpio: Skeptical/ Untrusting
  • Sagittarius: Blunt/ Cautionless
  • Capricorn: Egotistical/ Roast-Crazed
  • Aquarius: Rebellious/ God-Complex
  • Pisces: Idealistic/ Unrealistic

anonymous asked:

Hc: Jimin takes up babysitting and has been looking after Jungkook’s little brother for about 3 years. Thing is, Jimin &jungkook have never met each other. Everyday after school Jungkook has work in a local coffee shop until 9 and his mom always returns home before him, resulting in them never meeting. One day Jungkook gets given a day off and comes home from school to see a beautiful stranger babysitting his brother. Instead of JM going home they both look after him& they fall for each other💗

ok so i didn’t really go the fluffy cute route you probably wanted so i’m sorry about that but i still had a lot of fun writing this. there isn’t much of the actual babysitting going on and honestly i think it’s because i just finished nanny lmao…..anyway here you go!!

warning: some sexy stuff in the end, jimin is a big tease the whole time.

Jungkook was pissed. He went all the way to work in his ugly apron because he thought he was late but when he got there, he found out he didn’t even work. Not only did he look stupid walking around looking like a housewife, but he was also just plain stupid for making a mistake like that.

He trudged home after taking off his dumb apron. He had never done something like this in the three years he had worked there. Hopefully his boss didn’t look down on him now.

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Accurate Typing: Tertiary Temptation

Read the full Function Theory Guide (mbti-notes.tumblr.com/theory) for more detail, including notes about common typing issues.

The tertiary function produces much of the variation among individuals of the same type because it is often used very inconsistently due to its lower position in the stack. Tertiary behaviors are likely to contradict generic type descriptions, and how the function manifests largely depends on a person’s level of psychological and emotional development. There is not much official literature about tertiary functions specifically, so I have taken the liberty to piece together expert details with my own extrapolations/research.

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The thing about getting so invested in something (in this case…ROBRON) is you can’t have the joy without the pain. That….just isn’t possible.

When you throw your heart and mind in to something, when you devote so much of your time to something (fandom), spend so much time talking about something, thinking about something, speculating or daydreaming about something…..that gives it such great power. I think a lot of people can be consumed by something without even realising the power it has. 

You feel such incredible highs!!! You have these moments of such joy, and it’s a joy you can share with all of your fandom friends; people who are in the same boat as you (or….on the same ship as you!) and it can almost be euphoric! 

The joy we felt in SSW and after the wedding was so pure and it was such a beautiful thing to be apart of, the almost party-like atmosphere in the fandom that for me personally carried on into my real life; after SSW especially I was on a high for quite some time, I really got a rush that put me in a good mood - a really good mood - for days. That was when, for me, I realised the power Robron had over me, and at that point in time I loved every moment of it and I’m pretty confident that many (most?) other fans felt the same!

But……you can’t feel that level of “high” without giving the thing you’re in love with the power to really give you some serious lows. And man…the lows are low. That’s why it’s so messed up, because you literally can’t have one without the other. It just doesn’t work that way.

My issue is….I’m in love with Aaron and Robert’s love. I have been since day one. Their love has given me so much happiness and it has broken my heart (in good ways and bad ways) and just…..the hold it has over so many of us is so real and even though they have always been a flawed and sometimes unhealthy couple, we have never lost sight of their love and it has carried us through some pretty shitty times. It has been beautiful to watch and I know it’s a cliche but it’s been a total ~rollercoaster with so many ups and downs that have given us rushes of pure joy and adrenaline and lows that have made us want to vomit!!!! But good and bad, it has - and will continue to be - a massive TRIP. 

As low as things have been lately, and as sickened as we all were when the Episode of Dread™ hit us the other week, I never don’t want to be in love with them?? Because I never want there to be a time where the highs aren’t really, super fucking high and powerful. I never want to lose that sense of joy.

BUT it gets all messed up at a time like this when things are going wrong and when we’re not sure how it’s all going to pan out. Because I/we don’t want to feel those lows, we don’t want to feel that pain - a pain that is probably unhealthy for many of us but it’s also real even if this is “only” about a fictional couple - BUT I’m also not ready to let go of it, because by letting go of giving Robron the power to cause us pain, we’re also letting go of the power to give us pleasure

I mean, of course there are ways to enjoy something a “normal” and healthy amount that doesn’t make us feel physically ill and keep us up all night lmao, but so many of us are in too deep with Robron to let the bad times - the really bad times, I mean - pass us by.

I don’t know if I just went into Survival Mode after *that* episode and shut myself off from Robron in a way to sort of….shield myself from the horror I felt. Because by god, I felt horrendous that Thursday night and all of the next day. Like genuinely awful. And I resented the fact that I had allowed myself to let a fictional couple have the power to make me feel so utter crap. Because in that moment, nothing about loving this ship was fun. It was just horrible and seeing all these posts from people feeling exactly the same, seeing all these people that used to be filled with positivity so sad and angry (justifiably so) was really upsetting and it just made it worse.

And in that moment, I wanted to stop caring. I wanted to not give a shit (or….at least somehow step back enough to enjoy them a Normal Amount) because it hurt too much and hurting isn’t fun.

But now things have sunk in a bit…..I don’t want to let go?? I still feel like I’m in Survival Mode. I haven’t watched any past scenes of theirs since that episode. Not wedding stuff, not the goodbye, not nothing.

A spark has gone for me right now, as I think it has for so many people, but my issue is…..I don’t want it to stay gone. I want that spark to come back. Not just for me, but for everyone. I wish we could have the joy without the Pain™ but….we can’t. Not really. Not that sheer level of joy, anyway. 

This post is a mess, but I guess what I’m saying is…..however bad it is now, I hope somehow we can get back to a place where we can allow Robron to give us the joy they have given us in the past. And yeah, that means that we will inevitably have to suffer the Low™ at some point in the future again (hopefully way in the future but……….it’ll probably be sooner rather than later) BUT I just hope that somehow we can survive this. That somehow this can make us stronger. Than even when things really suck the next time (for whatever reason), and however much it hurts…..I hope we’ll still be able to bounce back.

And I guess that’s what this post is about. It’s about caring too much and loving too much but having that love knocked by a horrible incident that sort of shatters our faith and confidence and ruins our enjoyment. BUT I want us to be able to bounce back from this. I know some people won’t be able to, but I hope most of us are somehow able to move on from this and go back to feeling the love we felt before, to have that spark, to allow them to have the power to fuck us up all over again - in a good way AND a bad way. And when the bad way happens again (which….it will), hopefully we’ll have learnt from this in some ways, hopefully it’ll have made us stronger (this remains to be seen tbh) and just…….we’ll get over it. Fingers crossed.

Because I may feel numb about Robron right now, but I still believe that deep down they still have The Power™ over me. And as shit as they have made me feel recently (well…not them, but Emmerdale ugh) I don’t think I ever really want them to not be able to make me feel shit? Because if they can’t make me feel like crap, then they can’t make me feel such incredible happiness too.

And some of us really really need that happiness. We need that joy and sunshine. And I just really hope for all of our sakes that we get some of that again soon. 

It’s all Greek to Me

A Meta/Speculation on the Framework, AIDA, and the Fitzsimmons journey of the 3rd Pod

Hello friends!

I just finished my rewatch of 4.15, and I have a few things to talk about. Let’s jump right in, shall we?

The Ouroboros

AIDA, the flawed architect

During my rewatch, I caught sight of the innocuous little necklace AIDA wore on a close-up.

You can clearly see that it’s a snake eating it’s own tail, the symbol of the Ouroboros.

The Ouroboros is an occult symbol steeped in lore and history, but some of it’s chief meanings and associations are:

  • The cycle of life, death, and despair
  • Alchemy
  • Rebirth
  • Formless disorder and chaos needed for renewal of an ordered world
  • Jungian integration and assimilation of the Shadow-self (the darker nature, the Id, the subconscious, the unrecognized aspects of being)

Consider all of this, in the hands of AIDA, our perfect android, or immanently flawed, almost-human, and then, look at this Greek creation tale, from Plato:

The living being had no need of eyes because there was nothing outside of him to be seen; nor of ears because there was nothing to be heard; and there was no surrounding atmosphere to be breathed; nor would there have been any use of organs by the help of which he might receive his food or get rid of what he had already digested, since there was nothing which went from him or came into him: for there was nothing beside him. 

Of design he created thus; his own waste providing his own food, and all that he did or suffered taking place in and by himself. For the Creator conceived that a being which was self-sufficient would be far more excellent than one which lacked anything; and, as he had no need to take anything or defend himself against any one, the Creator did not think it necessary to bestow upon him hands: nor had he any need of feet, nor of the whole apparatus of walking; but the movement suited to his spherical form which was designed by him, being of all the seven that which is most appropriate to mind and intelligence; and he was made to move in the same manner and on the same spot, within his own limits revolving in a circle. 

All the other six motions were taken away from him, and he was made not to partake of their deviations. And as this circular movement required no feet, the universe was created without legs and without feet.

AIDA is our ‘Creator’, here - our flawed architect, who, very much like the Ouroboros’ creator in Greek myth, considers the creation of a self-sustaining existence, with nothing lacking, no need for reliance on anyone or anything, no movement, simply a stasis, to be the ideal existence. To a robot who can feel no pain, nor no emotion, to whom sustainability of the self is the only goal, this is perfection, achieved.

Now, let’s take a moment to imagine that first creation, that first snake, filled with the emotions and thoughts of any living creature, alone in the universe, trapped in place, with no ability to reach out or scream or cry for help. It’s only action, it’s only ability, to be it’s own self-destruction. 

Imagine the Ouroboros, aware that it is the agent of its own end, constantly in fear, constantly in pain of one sort or another, constantly aware that it will always have to kill itself. That one way or another, it will die, and it’s choice will be the cause, and that either choice, to eat oneself or to starve to death, will always cause pain.

I can tell you one thing - that Ouroboros is definitely NOT in agreement with it’s creator about the ideal nature of its existence.

From this, let’s extrapolate to our pals in the framework.

 Like rats in a cage, they’re probably running the same loops and routines, probably without contact from anyone in their previous/real Shield lives, because to exist as an ouroboros means that you must be totally self-contained. 

This also makes sense when you consider that memory can be triggered by anything. So putting them in a room with people they know in their real lives, the interactions with which have been heavily suppressed, and you’ve got a recipe for synaptical misfiring and software errors. It’s like two versions of an OS running on the same computer. if they hit the same pathways, something’s going to glitch, it’s just a matter of time.

This also tells me that while AIDA, our flawed architect, may percieve her design to be ‘without pain’, in truth, she has removed their joy and condemned them to an existence, as they say in True Detective, of living time as a flat circle. Nothing changing, nothing living.

It also suggests to me that continuing in this existence is going to result in self-destruction, or self-destructive behaviours, which may help to suppress the hidden memories of their real lives.

 Or, in another interesting read, it could suggest an immanent rebellion within the framework, if we consider the Framework to be the Ouroboros, and the agents to simply be ‘part’ of it, like appendages. If the Framework is the Ouroboros, then it, itself, will seek it’s own end. It won’t be able to help it, because that’s just the nature of it’s imperfect design.

The cycle of death and return

Hydra is dead. Grant Ward is dead. Radcliffe is dead. But in the framework, they return, and so do these callbacks to seasons past.

Some people claim this is going to be a ‘greatest hits reel’ before the show goes off the air (as always, we’re on the ratings bubble - They desperately need to fix their ratings system for TV guys. It just does not work! this show deserves so many seasons!!) and I’m not saying that it’s not, but what I’m suggesting is that, moreso, this was an inevitable path for the story to take, because of the nature of the Framework’s story, which is represented by the Ouroboros. 

That’s why we return to Hydra, to Ward, to Inhuman fears, to all the old haunts of our show’s universe.

That which is dead will live again, and that which lives, will die. That’s why Daisy’s old life (her dead life with Ward) was resurrected. That’s why Jemma’s current life with Fitz was killed (Jemma in a grave and Fitz with someone else). 

Which brings us to the next Greek myth tie in…

Orpheus and Eurydice

Fitzsimmons, an Underworld Love Story

Make no mistake, in symbolic terms, the framing of this episode shows Jemma (specifically) entering into the underworld to retrieve her trapped lover. By connecting Jemma’s entry into the Framework with her grave, she is metaphorically entering Hades’ Realm, becoming the gender-bent Orpheus to Fitz’s Eurydice. 

This isn’t a new trope in fiction. It’s one of the oldest, and part of what’s known as the Hero’s Journey, or the Monomyth - which is basically perceived to be the original or essential hero-tale structure. Interestingly enough, we witnessed it last season as well, but with Fitz playing the role of the hero, journeying into the realm of death (the planet Maveth), to rescue Jemma.

However, I parallel this upcoming journey specifically to Orpheus and Eurydice for a couple of reasons (where I would not have classed Fitz’s journey with it in particular).

  • This is an ordered realm in-universe

    Meaning that, like Hades in Greek mythology, the Framework has been designed. It has order, purpose, to each part. Maveth was an organic world created through the mechanics of physics and astronomy. It’s order was purely natural, not imposed by any larger, sentient creator, simply the cruelty of an unfeeling universe.

  • We already have a Hades and Persephone - Radcliffe and Agnes

    Both Radcliffe and Agnes now exist solely (well, sort-of, for Agnes/AIDA) in the Framework, the underworld. Radcliffe is it’s ultimate progenitor, and because of that, I assume AIDA would give him a certain amount of power and control over his narrative within the Framework, making him like a God within the world.

    Agnes, like Persephone, her mythological counterpart, exists half in the Framework, and half outside of it, in the real world. Her physical embodiment, AIDA, is outside. Agnes’ other half, her mental self, exists wholly in the Framework.

  • Like Orpheus, Jemma must enter into the underworld from an impossible ‘back door’

    Orpheus is granted entry into the underworld by the gods, but can only enter through a realm even the gods fear to tread, the Stygian Marshes, which he must cross without the help of the boatman, Charon. Here are some choice quotes about the Stygian Marshes:

    Homer, Iliad 3. 368 ff (trans. Lattimore) (Greek epic C8th B.C.) : “[Athena addresses Zeus :] ‘Never would he [Herakles] have got clear of the steep-dripping Stygian waters [on his journey to the Underworld].’”

    Virgil, Aeneid 6. 323 ff (trans. Day-Lewis) (Roman epic C1st B.C.) :
    “[The Sibyl addresses Aeneas on their journey through the Underworld :] ‘What you see is the mere of Cocytus, the Stygian marsh by whose mystery even the gods, having sworn, are afraid to be forsworn. All this crowd you see are the helpless ones, the unburied: that ferryman is Charon: the ones he converys have had burial. None may be taken across from bank to awesome bank of that harsh-voiced river until his bones are laid to rest.’”

    Statius, Achilleid 1. 478 ff :
    “Whom else [but Akhilleus (Achilles)] did a Nereis [Thetis] take be stealth through the Stygian waters and make his fair limbs impenetrable to steel?”

    I don’t know about you, but my dudes, that sounds INTENSE. Achilles’ impenetrability was granted by being dipped in its waters, Hercules himself could not have surmounted their challenge. In similar fashion, I wonder if Jemma’s in-Framework ‘death’ makes her, in effect, immortal within the Framework, like Achilles being dipped in the Stygian waters?

    Either way, it’s only through the faith of Orpheus’s love for someone else (there’s that bit about human connection, again, instead of the lonely ouroboros of self-sufficiency) that he is able to surmount the challenge that would have felled the greatest hero of Greek myth. This guy, this musician, who didn’t have any special powers except his ability to wail on his axe (okay fine, it was a lyre or some other ancient Greek instrument, whatever) and his utter, absolute love for Eurydice. 

    Jemma is just a human woman. There is nothing special about her, except the powers of her mind, and her utter, absolute love for Fitz, which has borne her across the universe, back to him, and now, that selfsame love will bear her back to him, through death. Because, nothing can keep their two souls halved. They will always be reunited.

In the myth, Orpheus enters the underworld and seeks audience with Hades and Persephone, appealing to their emotions and explaining the depth of his love for Eurydice. He played his lyre for Hades, who was so moved, he agreed to allow Eurydice to leave with him.

I think, here, Jemma will play her ‘lyre’ - she will draw upon her own gift, her genius in biology/chemistry/science to release the agents from their framework. Possibly, this might involve appealing to Radcliffe and Agnes to release Fitz in particular, and require Jemma to wax poetic about the nature of their embodied love, in scientific terms (much like the law of thermodynamics from season 1). 

But it’s not all sunshine and roses, guys.

In the Myth, Orpheus must lead Eurydice out of Hades without looking back until they have reached the light. If he looks back, trying to find her, he will lose her forever. Orpheus is but a few steps from the light when doubt siezes hold, and without meaning to, he looks back, sees Eurydice as a Shade, who dissolves under his gaze, and traps her forever in the Underworld.

It was Orpheus’ faith and conviction that carried him through realms that Gods feared to tread and that Heroes would crumble within. It was his love that bore him through it, his faith in that love, his conviction in his ability to portray it in such a heart-swaying way that Hades would grant one single soul reprieve. But then, after such a harrowing journey for a single, noodle-armed lyre-playing wine-swilling musician, unused to such rigours of the soul, his doubt begins to unravel everything.

Jemma’s characterization, throughout the entire run of the show, is Atheistic. She believes in the laws of thermodynamics, not in an afterlife, but in a very scientific version of reincarnation. She doesn’t believe the universe ‘wants’ anything. And now, Jemma, our Atheist, must trust in something entirely outside her comfort-zone. she must trust in her Faith. her faith in Fitz, in their love, in the unbreakable, inalienable nature that binds them, that has tangled their souls up.

The thread that began to unravel the moment she was forced to doubt that his LMD double was truly the Fitz that loved her. She was forced to kill the thing that wore his face and spoke with his words. She was forced to sever a connection, no matter how tenuous, with a person she loved, who is now lost in this underworld existence. 

I believe, without question, that Jemma’s biggest obstacle throughout this whole endeavour is going to be her self-doubt. That if she can kill a thing that looks like Fitz, sounds like Fitz, acts like Fitz, and has Fitz’s memories, is she, a ‘murderer’, and worse still a murderer of the person she loves more than anything, deserving of his love? 

I believe Jemma will struggle deeply with these feelings of villainy and murder and that will eat away at her core of self-trust and self-esteem, even worse than last season, with Maveth and the inhumans. 

To end on a happy note though:

The Greeks freaking loved a sad ending, they ate tragedy up with a spoon. Jed and Mo are not ancient Greeks, and they love a sappy, happy ending love-story just as much as we do. 

It will be Framework Fitz that gives Jemma back that part of herself she killed to survive, that belief that she’s worthy of his love. He will start to come back to himself, little by little, and in that same way, come back to her.

I also believe, that, in the end, when they leave the Framework, Fitz is going to see the bruises on Jemma’s neck and go FULL OUT TERMINATOR ON FITZBOT’S ASS.

It’ll be like May vs May but with less nightgowns and more sparks!


It’s Written in the Stars ☆ sybill trelawney x regulus black

It is hard to make any kind of prediction when your mind is clouded with the last of your homemade sherry and Dolores Umbridge is breathing down your neck.
It is even harder when it’s about your own future.

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Thin, but persistent rays of morning sunshine fought their way through the dirty windows of the Leaky Cauldron and landed on Sybill’s face. Rubbing her eyes with one hand and searching for her glasses with another, she tried to remember all the events from the night before. She only remembered a pile of ghastly pink tweed and a deep feeling of loss.

The day before, she lost her job. Ironically, it was also the day the stars finally found themselves in the right position for her to find out the name of her Soul Mate: Regulus Black, Sirius Black’s younger brother. Dead younger brother.  Maybe they were all right. Maybe she was a fraud.

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She had exactly only one whole crystal orb left, and it wasn’t even her favorite one. Sybill turned her back on the carnage and the smell of death that was surrounding the castle and went back to her classroom to put away her unbroken possession. She put it on her desk and started to tidy it up: Firenze wasn’t exactly messy, but nothing was in the right place. As she went for the drawer, a big envelope with her name on it appeared on the desk and almost gave her a heart attack. Inside, there were two parchment pieces: a message from Firenze telling her that he found her prediction underneath the main table and that he’d kept it safe for her. The other one was full of her messy handwriting:
                 Your Soul is living, it said. Your Soul is alive in Inverness. You kept it alive.

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September is cold, unforgiving that year. The excess magic released during the fighting made the leaves lose their vibrant colors and left the whole Scotland under massive torrents of rain. Sybill tightened her favorite scarf around her neck and started toward the apparition spot. Today was the day where she stops wondering if her Sight was flawed, if her heart can take another disappointment. She closed her eyes and let her soul lead her.

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The cottage in front of her was small, a little bit run down and covered with golden leaves. The lights were on and she could hear the weird sisters singing quietly on the wireless. She couldn’t move. All her bravery left her and she just stood there, slightly shaking from the cool wind. Just for a moment she wished she hadn’t thrown away all that good sherry.

Lost in her thoughts and fears, she hadn’t seen the door open and a tall, dark man exit the cottage. His face was slightly gaunt, his long black hair partially hiding his steely grey eyes. The moment they landed on her, his whole face softened and his thin lips formed into a small smile.

“Sybill, is that you?” he roused her from her stupor, but she froze again when her eyes found his.

“I have been waiting so long for you.”

requested by @nellietrelawney for the @hprarepairnetafter the war challenge!

I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
—  Lisa Kleypas

So another thing about rainbow
Since he is a clone and all from Grey Hat, he has some flaws that Grey doesn’t have.
Like eyes, hair, and personality.
Grey’s eyes are purely white, with no irises, while Rainbow has black eyes and white irises.
And speaking of eyes, there was also a minor flaw where Rainbow has unfixable eye sight, so he has to rely on glasses/eye wear.
For hair, Rainbow’s hair grows pretty quickly, so it’s hard to make it look like Grey’s.
In personality, rainbow has very bad mood swings, which explains why at first when he came out was shy and nervous, then became a bad bitch queen and got revenge from Grey.
He’s a sensitive doctor trademark

We open our eyes and we think we’re seeing the whole world out there.
But what has become clear—and really just in the last few centuries—is that when you look at the electro-magnetic spectrum you are seeing less than 1/10 Billionth of the information that’s there. So we call that ‘visible light’. But everything else passing through our bodies is completely invisible to us.
Though we accept the reality that’s presented to us, we’re really only seeing a little window of what’s happening.

Summary: This is inspired by the song Boston by Brendan Fletcher. It’s an amazing song you should listen to at some point. I just heard it tonight and started writing and this is what came out.

Word Count: 1,558

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Not requested by anyone but tagging @red-roses-and-stories and @caseoffics

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

The train’s window ices the left side of your face as you lean against it. Snowflakes drift down from the clouded sky, falling past your eyes, each tiny flake with its own design melting before anyone can appreciate it. The train huffs and others around you talk, their voices melding together into an indistinguishable clamor. Shouts come from the open door nearby, the one that lets anyone into the growling machine. You don’t look at the door, just watch the snow float past your window and pile up on the sidewalk nearby.

You sneak down, careful where you place your feet. Climbing into the case with one hand is tricky, but you don’t let that stop you. The sweet scent of the shed surrounds you as you enter it, peering around for Newt. He’s gone, though, so you step out into the field, scanning it. The grass nearby crackles under a foot.

Ducking back into the shed, you crouch behind a wide pot, peeking through the leaves. A pair of dirty boots step onto the creaking wood, sending a cloud of dust into the air. You fight a smile as they step past you, completely unaware of your presence.

Your knees ache and the gift in your hand begins to drip between your fingers as you wait for the boots to turn away from you. They never do, though, instead walking past your hiding spot again. You tense your muscles, preparing to leap from your spot. Before you can, though, the plant hiding your face is swept to the side.

Newt laughs at your stunned expression. “What are you doing?”

You move your hand behind your back, “Looking for your, um, lost cork?”

Newt’s face contorts into a confused frown. “I haven’t lost one, have I?”

You grin. “I haven’t found it yet. Want to know what I did find?”

“I’d love to.”

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  • Yoongi looked around the dorm, arriving late after a long session in the studio. Five of the members sat there, watching television and eating popcorn. But one member was missing. To Yoongi, the most important.
  • “You’re back, my roomie!” Jin exclaimed, scooting over to make room on the couch. Yoongi shook his head politely.
  • “Where’s Hoseok?” Yoongi asked, trying to mask the need in his voice. This wasn’t normal.
  • “He’s in his room. He didn’t look too well, but he asked us not to come in.” Jimin said, shrugging in defeat. That didn’t sound like Hoseok behavior at all, Yoongi thought.
  • “He wouldn’t even crack a smile, it was concerning.” Namjoon added.
  • Yoongi paused for a moment and then spoke.
  • “I’m going to see if he needs anything.” He offered declaratively.
  • “See you very soon then.” Jin was sure that Yoongi would return soon, as Hoseok shooed him away. He’d shooed them all away. One by one they’d gone in, seeing if they could do anything for their beloved Hope. But he’d clung to his pillow in silence, hoping to just make it through the night.
  • Yoongi slid the door open quietly, walking in softly on his tiptoes. Hoseok was curled up and facing the opposite wall, unfazed by any noises.
  • “Hoseok” Yoongi whispered, placing a hand on his back. He immediately worried. Hoseok was hot as fire.
  • “Hyung… is it you?” Hoseok’s teeth chattered as he talked, but he stayed still as a statue. Yoongi walked over to the other side of the bed and faced him. Hoseok was pale and sweaty; sick and feverish.
  • “Hoseok, do the other members know how sick you are??” Yoongi asked with a maddened voice.
  • “I…I didn’t want to bother them.” Hoseok reached out for Young’s hand and squeezed it tight. Yoongi shut his eyes as an unbearable ache formed in his chest. It happened everytime he realized how much Hoseok meant to him, and how much it angered him that he’d let Hoseok infiltrate his tough exterior. Hoseok softened Yoongi in a way that made him feel weak. And yet, he wanted it more and more.
  • Yoongi gently squeezed Hoseok’s hand, still concerned by his color and temperature.
  • “Let’s get you in the shower.” Yoongi suggested, helping Hoseok sit up. Hoseok leaned his head against Yoongi’s chest, breathing slowly.
  • “Hyung, your heart is beating fast.” Hoseok got lost in the rhythm of Yoongi’s heart, wanting to embrace him fully.
  • “I’ve been running around.” Yoongi lied.
  • “Let’s get you in—“ Yoongi started to say.
  • “Let’s stay here like this. I feel better already.” Hoseok exhaled, his hand intertwined with Yoongi’s, resting on Yoongi’s thigh.
  • “You aren’t a bother to anyone Hoseok. You shouldn’t have prolonged this.” Yoongi urged. Hoseok’s eyes had been closed, and he shook his head.
  • “I thought I could handle it. I always think I can do more than I really can.” Hoseok sighed.
  • “It’s a flaw of yours, it’s true.” Yoongi nodded. Hoseok laughed lightly, and the sight made Yoongi grin in return.
  • “Don’t be mean to me right now, I’m sick.” Hoseok pleaded.
  • “When have I ever been truly mean to you?” Yoongi said playfully.
  • “Never.” Hoseok nuzzled his nose into the croon of Yoongi’s neck, a heat sliding through Yoongi’s body that he’d only ever dreamed of.
  • Yoongi tried his best to resist, just as he always had, but he couldn’t help himself. He slid his remaining hand into Hoseok’s soft hair, running his fingers gently through the fluffy brunette locks.
  • “Hyung, you don’t have to stay here with me. Go watch the movie. I’ll be okay.” Hoseok said, looking up into Yoongi’s eyes. Hoseok was surprised to see the soft expression that met him then.
  • “Seokjin ate all the popcorn, there is no point.” Yoongi said.
  • Hoseok laid back down and Yoongi wrapped his arms around Hoseok, embracing him fully. He knew that right now he was helping Hoseok, but what no one knew really— was that Hoseok was helping him. The nervous flutter in his chest was growing more and more now— more than it had in weeks. And he knew why.
  • Hoseok understood him. Hoseok let him in. He let Hoseok in. They drifted off to sleep, the feeling of Hoseok’s warm body against Yoongi’s—
  • well, it was the closest feeling of contentment that Yoongi had ever felt. Right there, wrapped alongside Hoseok.

 a summary of the Alpha con popped out on my dash and apparently tyler said that if derek were to be human “He would be divested because he’s only used to being a werewolf." 

so naturally i need an AU where derek is cursed in to being human(temporarily). where he would have to begrudgingly go through the most human flaws like bad eye sight, tendency to feel cold more easily, getting cuts and bruises all over without immediate healing, etc and stiles helping him out ^///^

and idk also derek being a miserable jerk bc insecurities. but yeah mostly stiles helping him how to human yay u///u;;

Touch - Taehyung (Part 2)

Plot: You’re hanging out with your best friend Taehyung and you decide to joke around with him. Little did you know a simple tickle fight would end up with a different outcome from what you were expecting.


Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Female receiving oral

Part 1

Your heart beats erratically as he moves brings his left hand to caress your face and his fingertips traces the outlines of your face. “So beautiful.” He whispers under his breath and seals the gap between his lips and your own. You laid beneath him, frozen and unsure how to respond. You decided if all goes wrong, you might as well enjoy it while it lasts. You closed your eyes and began responding back to his mouth. He moved the two of you so he could easily cup your face as you wrapped your hands around his waist. 

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Jotaro/Rohan dynamic is good for my heart.

Jotaro is a very reserved man, he doesn’t share anything about himself and his dialogue falls into pragmatic responses and, at times, it would seem as if he’s purposefully avoiding any further exchange of words, but that’s just how he is. He’s not talkative and he goes straight to the point. For him to share something so deep as his thoughts or experiences in Egypt to someone who isn’t directly related to the events is a really huge demonstration of trust.

After getting to know Rohan, he’d find that this eccentric, quite amusing mangaka is something more than what the kids have told him. 

He’d find that Rohan isn’t simply a weird man, he possesses the ability to read people easily without having to retort to his Stand power, and his constant state of apathy is nothing else but the result of so many years of self-isolation. And above all of this, Rohan is kind in his own strange way. He says he doesn’t want to play hero, he says he isn’t doing any of this (Kira Investigation) to be recognized, he does it to prevent any more deaths if possible — but all of this was driven by what? There’s a deep scar in him that was only shaken upon learning that the one person that requested his help was also his saviour, a young girl who gave her life to protect him, so even when claiming he doesn’t want to play hero or act like a shonen protagonist who brings justice to the victims, he is doing precisely that.

And it’s this part about Rohan that, in my opinion, would make Jotaro interested in him. Because, fundamentally, it’s similar to the mentality he had back in Part 3, where he didn’t want to play hero yet he ended up being one. It was only after facing the horror of what Dio’s charisma and powers could do to other people (the fight against N’doul and D’arby; Enyaba’s death), that he understood that there were people out there that needed to be protected yet he still didn’t want to be seen as a hero or anything like that.

It wouldn’t be difficult for Jotaro and Rohan to work together, given how similar their vision and definition of “justice” is. It’s not revenge, it’s not that they are almighty beings that exist to defeat evil — they’re humans who happened to be born with a supernatural ability and are using it to keep people safe.

This similarity between each other is one factor that contributed to slowly narrow the space that separates them, making Jotaro more comfortable around Rohan than with other people in Morioh. The teens are teens, and Joseph is already old and bothering him would only disturb the relatively small peace he’s managed to reach (I’ll probably talk about this later… how Jotaro didn’t want to bother Joseph with the arrow thing). And it’s after feeling this connection with Rohan that he starts opening up to him — not by narrating his experiences years before, but more of a “I can be human around this man”.

Jotaro is prideful, and finding weaknessess in him is more difficult than you can ever imagine. Main reason he survived this long, and was only threatened during Part 6, where his only weakness finally appeared: his daughter.

What does this have to do with “being human”? In people’s eyes, a man like Jotaro has no flaws, has no discernible weak points — women fall in love with him at first sight, people admire him or hate, and he’s often looked up to. This happens because of how little of his true self he shows to the world. They don’t know about the Jotaro that can do funny tricks with five cigarettes, neither do they know about the times he becomes restless at night when something is bothering him, and they don’t know about the helplessness and the anger that he faced when he was the last one standing on that empty street in Egypt.

I think Rohan/Jotaro works because of how respectful Rohan is of people’s memories when he comes to like them. When Rohan truly likes someone, he won’t break through their defenses or cut that string of trust they have with him. He could have read Tonio to know his true intentions behind that strange request, he could have read Nanase to know the origin of her tears, he could have continued reading Koichi, and he could have tried to read Joseph.

For Jotaro, someone who respects this part about him — the battles, the despair, his vulnerability –, is someone he can come to respect as well, and probably like.

Another random #Scandal thought 🤔

#ICMABAS is real for me, y'all. This show pops into my head at odd times. I was walking my 🐶🐶 the other day and I thought about something Rowan said about Mellie in 607, to Huck. He said Mellie is weak. We know the Illuminati are as pressed as panini to make her President, probably for the same reason. Weak is easy to manipulate. Rowan has first hand knowledge of this when he posed as Damascus Bainbridge, an interested donor to Mellie’s then senatorial campaign (422). He so easily manipulated her into giving him the list of jurors that Rowan then had Huck slaughter.

Y'all HE DIDN’T HAVE TO EVEN TRY hard with Mellie. Why? Because all Mellie cares about is her own ambition and power. I challenge you to name one act she has done that did not have her personal gain as the primary motivation. Mellie is also short-sighted because of the same flaw, thus making her even easier to compromise.

The point here is, if Rowan so easily manipulated Mellie and sees her as weak, he can’t then see his own daughter as strong? I don’t even think he’s ever had any real respect for her as an adult. He has been easily manipulating Olivia for years–from near and afar-starting with lying to her at the age of 12 about her mother’s disappearance (306). I think the only time Olivia surprised him was when she threw him in jail and used embezzlement as the trap. Yet, this poor woman has been craving his respect and pride for literal decades, even when she has extreme pendulum swings and wants to kill him. You can’t make people respect you because all some of them want in exchange for respecting you is ownership of your actions.

Capricorn Decans

~ Capricorn Decan 1 (December 22nd - December 31st)

I am ruled by Saturn. My personality is characterised by patience, determination, and hard work. Capricorn’s are always working hard but this applies even more so to me. I also have the determination, strength and will to complete any worthwhile project. I have tremendous patience but this can tested by airy people who have their heads in the clouds and have fanciful ideas, this is because I cannot relate to them as I am well grounded with my feet firmly on the ground. I like to get the job done, rather than dreaming about it. I am extremely loyal and devoted to those I love and will strive to provide material wealth and security for them. Material wealth is important to me as it firstly shows others how successful I am and commands their respect. I value the respect from others, rather than their affection or love. Material wealth also allows me to spoil those that I hold dear. I have the potential to be in careers that allow me to be very successful and powerful. I can be very competitive in the workplace and with my dogged determination I will never lose sight of the prize. my main flaw is that I can be the victim of low moods, depression or mood swings.

~ Capricorn Decan 2 (January 1st - January 10th) 

I am ruled by the planet Venus. My personality is characterised by charm, creativity and adaptability. Of all the Capricorn decans I am by far the most charming and sociable. I collect a lot of good friends throughout my life, as they like my company. My creative skills are many and I can create great success for myself by using them wisely. My relentless ambition combined with my hard work will allow me to climb to the very top of any profession I choose - so long as it uses my creativity. I take the view that if a job is worth doing, its worth doing well. This applies not just to my career path also to my friendships and relationships. I cultivate and maintain my relationships with 100% loyalty, attention and affection. My main flaw is pessimism. My pessimistic steak can sometimes overtake me and can lead to low moods.

~ Capricorn Decan 3 (January 11th - January 19th)

I am ruled by the planet Mercury. My personality is characterised by intelligence, loyalty and discipline. I like my world to be ordered, structured and disciplined. I have little time for fanciful notions and abstract concepts. Although I do enjoy the finer things in life and admire beautiful things, I need them to have a practical and functional use as well. Of all the Capricorn decans I am the most intelligent and if I am able to override my innate shyness can become a gifted communicator. My intelligence coupled with my desire to accomplish makes me ideally suited to careers that demand shrewdness and attention to detail. The legal profession, law enforcement and teaching are all areas that I can excel in. I am tremendously loyal and faithful in all my relationships. Once I have placed my trust in someone and allowed them into my life I will fully commit to them. My main flaw is a tendency to dwell on the past and hold grudges.