for the next ten months

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female characters meme: [2/10] dynamics | Inej Ghafa and Nina Zenik

Inej placed her hands on Nina’s shoulders. “We’ll see each other again.”

“Of course we will. You’ve saved my life. I’ve saved yours.”

“I think you’re ahead on that count.”

“No, I don’t mean in the big ways.” Nina’s eyes took them all in. “I mean the little rescues. Laughing at my jokes. Forgiving me when I was foolish. Never trying to make me feel small. It doesn’t matter if it’s next month, or next year, or ten years from now, those will be the things I remember when I see you again.”

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yalitsquad challenge 1 // pt. 4 // favorite friendship >> inej ghafa x nina zenik

“We’ll see each other again.”
“Of course we will. You’ve saved my life. I’ve saved yours.
“I think you’re ahead on that count”
“No, I don’t mean in the big ways,” Nina’s eyes took them all in. “I mean the little rescues. Laughing at my jokes. Forgiving me when I was foolish. Never trying to make me feel small. It doesn’t matter if it’s next month, or ten years from now, those things will be the things I remember when I see you again.”

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“You’ve saved my life. I’ve saved yours.”
“I think you’re ahead on that count.”
“No, I don’t mean in the big ways. I mean the little rescues. Laughing at my jokes. Forgiving me when I was foolish. Never trying to make me feel small. It doesn’t matter if it’s next month, or next year, or ten years from now, those will be the things I remember when I see you again.”

Avengers Preference: They Find Out You’re Pregnant With Their Baby

For the sake of this fic, we’re going to pretend all the Avengers can have children.

I will be doing an X-men version too I think.


Tony Stark
Tony would be completely silent when you first told him you were pregnant. He’d ask “Are you sure?” And when you nodded, Tony would go to the bar and pour himself a drink. He’d look at you for a second and decide that you weren’t having alcohol for the next nine or ten months. You’d agree. After he’d taken a long swig of Scotch, Tony would open his arms and pull you in for a hug. “Well, there’s no going back now.” He’d say, his chin resting on your head, his heart racing as he became more and more anxious about the future of this child that was his. His and yours.

Steve Rogers
Steve would grin, practically from ear to ear. He’d kiss you on the lips gently, cupping your face in his hands. “You’re going to be such an amazing mother.” He would say, unable to stop smiling.

Clint Barton
Clint would grin when you told him, so happy. He’d probably make a sarcastic remark of some kind before pulling you into a warm hug.

Natasha Romanoff
Natasha would be overjoyed. and for once she would actually show it. She’d kiss you first, smiling into the kiss so much it made you laugh. She’d hold you by the waist teasing you, “Soon I’ll get your clothes.”

Bruce Banner
Bruce would find it so surreal. He’d be so happy but shocked. He’d tell almost everyone, so proud of you. 

Pietro Maximoff
Pietro, when you told him would kiss you quickly and then race out to get you things to help with the pregnancy. He’d get you chocolate, blankets, teddies, ginger beer, anything he thought might help. In the evening he’d settle down with you. You’d lay across his lap and his fingers would trace up and down your stomach.

Wanda Maximoff
Wanda would take your hands in her cold ones, smiling as she ran a finger gently up and down your wrist. “I’m so happy.” She’d say, “We’re going to have a baby.” Smirking slightly, she’d place a kiss on your forehead.

Thor Odinson
Thor would tell everyone. He’d practically make an announcement of it. He would be so happy to be a father and for you to be the mother of his child.

Loki Laufeyson
Loki would press his forehead to yours, able to tell that you were a little nervous about the baby and how he would react. “I couldn’t be luckier.” He’d smile, “I couldn’t ask for a better queen and mother of my child.” His lips would meet yours, his hands snaking around your waist.

Bucky Barnes
Bucky would be shocked at first. Then he’d grin, picking you up and spinning you around, laughing. “I love you!” He’d say happily, setting you down and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, darling.” He wouldn’t be able to stop grinning for the rest of the week.

Sam Wilson
Sam would grin, pulling you over to sit on his lap. “That is the best news I;ve heard all year.” He’d say, cupping your face in his hands and bringing your lips to his.

Scott Lang
Scott would be worried at first, because he wasn’t sure how Cassie would feel. He’d be happy, but nervous. Once he told Cassie and she was overjoyed, he’d be very open with his excitement, getting everything ready for the baby.

Vision
He would be quite quiet, unsure what to do. He would be confused about everything he was feeling. He’d just hold you for a while, happy and content.

Technically Part Two could be: Avengers Preference: The Baby Kicks For The First Time

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“Inej placed her hands on Nina’s shoulders. “We’ll see each other again.”
“Of course we will. You’ve saved my life. I’ve saved yours.”
“I think you’re ahead on that count.”
“No, I don’t mean in the big ways.” Nina’s eyes took them all in. “I mean the little rescues. Laughing at my jokes. Forgiving me when I was foolish. Never trying to make me feel small. It doesn’t matter if it’s next month, or next year, or ten years from now, those will be the things I remember when I see you again.”

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I’m not quite sure what I set out to do when I took these photos. I know it’s been a while since I took any, and I know these certainly aren’t showing off the flexibility I typically do. But maybe they don’t have to. Self image is a funny thing, especially when life isn’t going the way you might have planned. Health is a precarious thing. Even when you try your best, sometimes you’re hit with something from left field that you never saw coming. Everyone else is planning for the holidays and new year’s, and here I am waiting for the most important scans of my life (up to this point anyway) on 12/30. 2016 is going to keep me guessing right until the last second. 

2016 has been a hell of a year for all of us. Sometimes all you can do is take the punches as they come, regroup and plan for the future- whether that future is tomorrow, next month, ten minutes from now or 10 years from now. Stay true to yourself while reinventing the things that have to change as life happens. You are no less you for doing so.

And when things are this uncertain on all fronts, all I pray for is the ability to face it with grace. 

We’ll see each other again.”
“Of course we will. You’ve saved my life. I’ve saved yours.”
“I think you’re ahead on that count.”
“No, I don’t mean in the big ways. I mean the little rescues. Laughing at my jokes. Forgiving me when I was foolish. Never trying to make me feel small. It doesn’t matter if it’s next month, or next year, or ten years from now, those will be the things I remember when I see you again.
—  Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

i’ve been suicidal since i was 14, a baby one could say, it’s been almost 4 years and in a few months i’ll be 18. a year ago i would have never thought i’d make it, fuck, i could have never even imagined it 4 years ago, not even in my best dreams.
and yet, i’m still here. and i mean it’s been tough, i just decided what i want to study less than a month ago. that’s how bad it was, i had never thought about my future. i can’t see myself in ten years, but i can see myself in the next months getting a tattoo, singing my lungs out at concerts, playing with my dog, walking down the street with my girlfriend, drinking and laughing until i can’t breathe with my friends. it’s a huge step for me. and i guess that’s okay.

my anxiety disorder is always rushing me in. i am still dealing with self harm, relapse happens, but i’m definitely in a better place than years ago. i’m trying and that’s a huge step, to keep fighting, as cliché as it sounds.
i’m glad i’m still here, there are days, weeks or months that the only thing i want to do is to disappear. sometimes i forget how to make it out of a panic attack or a seizure, even if i know i’m not gonna die, experience has told me so. i am constantly learning how to deal with that. so far i’ve doing it fine. nonetheless it’s scary.

i’m still here, to complain, cry, laugh, sing. i may feel blue somedays, depressed, maniac, overwhelmed and all that shitty stuff.
but i’m still here, i’m proud of what i’ve achieved and i think at the end of the day that’s what really matters.

Write all the Words, 3/14

After a few days away from FANA, I came back with a vengeance tonight. A good chunk of my word count (maybe about 2500 words?) came from pasting in things from the Library chapter of But Being Spent. I’ll have to rewrite it to include Rose and Jenny, but at least it’s already been rewritten with River as Melody and not the Doctor’s future wife. 

I also finally started work on the Christmas advent calendar stories! I didn’t get much done, but even 530 words is better than nothing. And I think that this story will actually be 2 or 3 chapters, so I’m happy with the planning that went into it as well. 

Speaking of planning, I’m going to start writing baby fic in one of my Ten/Rose series next month, but I can’t figure out which series. If you’re familiar with my work, would you fill out my quick survey?

Word count: 

FANA: 4329
Advent Calendar: 530
Deleted: 1119

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I need your help at the library. Please come as soon as you can.

Love you both.

The Doctor picked her psychic paper up off her vanity and read the message out loud. Rose looked at the paper in her hand, then at the Doctor.

“Is that what I felt in my head then?” she asked. “Someone sending us a message via psychic paper?”

The Doctor nodded. Rose handed him his paper back and he slipped it into the inside pocket of his coat. “It’s like psychic texting in a way,” he explained as he paced the length of the room while Rose stripped her paint speckled clothes. “You can send a message from one piece of psychic paper to another, thought it takes some training.”

Rose went into the en suite and used a flannel to clean her face before she selected a pair of worn jeans and a pink top out of the wardrobe.

“What are you doing?” the Doctor said, finally noticing that she’d changed.

Rose rolled her eyes at him as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. “Getting ready to go?” she said, like it was obvious.

The Doctor tugged on his ear. “Ah. Of course.”

Rose stopped lacing up her hot pink Chucks to look at him incredulously. “I thought you’d be chomping at the bit, after a message like that.”

The furrow between his brows tightened. “The coordinates are already set,” he admitted. “But time feels funny around the Library. I don’t know… I have a feeling those messages weren’t meant for us.”

It only took Rose a moment to parse what he meant. “You think this is someone from our future, expecting the version of us they’re familiar with to show up,” she realised. The Doctor nodded, and Rose gnawed on her lip, wondering what to do. Crossing timelines like that could be dangerous, but… “Will the future us get the message, since it came through now?”

The Doctor shook his head.

“Then we’ve got to go. Whoever this person is, they obviously trust us and are counting on us.”

Don’t ask me about tomorrow, next week, next month, or even one, five or ten years from now. I do not know for sure what any of that has in store for us. I only know that right now, right this very second, exists a world in which the most important person is you, my most dominant, persistent thoughts are of you, and the greatest peace I’ve felt in years is entirely because of you. I would like very much to remain inside of this moment, this world of ours, for as long as you will allow me to.
—  J. Raymond

Can you write great songs?
Liam: I think I will one day. Right, this is something I want to say. Oasis was my band and right now Noel writes all the songs because he can and I’m happy to sing them, but it doesn’t mean I just sit back and think, well, he’s going to write all the songs I sing for the rest of my life. I wrote songs when we first started and, all right, they might not have been great, but I really believe that one day, maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe in fucking ten years’ time, I’ll write something really great and it’ll be a fuck off to all those people who say I should just stand in the middle and be the singer. I get all these people telling me about how I should be living my life and how they know what I’m thinking. They know nish. I know what goes on my head and I know that I can write something that will surprise a lot of people. When I’m ready I’ll do it. 

(from Take Me There: The Story by Paul Mathur)

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Raven hovered next to her love. The woman was 8 months pregnant. "Only ten more months, this is killing my back" she whispered before gently kissing his cheek

*James smiled at her* “That’s true my dear, but you will be fine, I’ll give you a massage soon of you wish!”

B’s LOG: Idol♥Talk

The September issue of B’s LOG featured Riku and Ten!

Next month’s issue, in addition to featuring the last Idol Talk (Gaku and Ryuu), will also have a cover feature for IDOLISH7′s first anniversary!  So definitely look forward to that (and all the other crazy things that’re going go be happening on or around 8/20, who’s ready to die with me?)

Previous Idol♥Talk Translations: Iori&Mitsuki, Yamato&Nagi, Tamaki&Sougo, Momo&Yuki.

You can read other magazine translations here.

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Brielle’s thick soled black combat boots dug into the ground as she attempted to worm her way from the grasp of the social worker who had quite the firm grip on the collar of her leather jacket. “Can’t I just stay in London? Surely you understand that if I meet this man, my father, that he and I won’t get along, and I’ll be miserable for the next ten months! Please,  just take me back home!” The seventeen year old pleaded. She had blueish gray eyes, long hair that was dyed black and violet and a face that was covered liberally in dark makeup. In addition, she wore a torn black shirt, a black leather jacket, a latex miniskirt with fishnet leggings that went down to the large, clunky combat boots on her feet. To top it all off, her eyebrow, nose, tongue and several spots on her ears were pierced. On her back was a black guitar.

“Absolutely not, Miss Hart. Whether or not you or he like it, you will remain here until your eighteenth birthday, at which time Her Majesty’s government has very little control over you.” He led the protesting Brit to an office. “Ah, sir, we need to speak to you.” He said politely, rapping on the door frame.

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