he probably doesn't even know what he says means anything to her

anonymous asked:

man I don't think you can really say bro is brainwashed but gamzee's just evil when you can argue that gamzee's also possessed by cal. they even have really similar relationships to how he's formed, ie part of their souls exist inside lil cal already. which is probably a good explanation for how lil cal is able to brainwash them when he doesn't brainwash, like, dave, who is around him his whole childhood. idk, I just think gamzee's more complicated than "evil ass hole"

As it happens, Gamzee has a line I never gave much weight to before noticing Bro’s SAW interest that I’m more inclined to take seriously now, that suggests Gamzee and Bro’s relationship to Cal WAS intrinsically different:

But even if Bro is kind of a noble captor figure holding Cal back, I still wouldn’t think it excuses any of what he put Dave through. He’s still an awful dude.

As for Gamzee, here’s the main problem with reading him as “just” brainwashed.

Gamzee doesn’t require Lil Cal’s presence to go evil. In fact, Gamzee doesn’t seem to require ANYTHING to turn evil. 
But even if like, Doc Scratch ALWAYS teleports Lil Cal into Gamzee’s presence to trigger his personality shift, I don’t think it would matter.
The weight of the sheer SCALE of Gamzee’s devotion cements his place as an ultimately willing accomplice/acolyte to Caliborn’s Dark Carnival. 

And it kind of makes Gamzee fucking terrifying and a fantastic villain.

I’ll explain my reasoning here.

We know for a fact that Gamzee snaps and kills all his friends in at least one Doomed timeline. This is the source for half the code used in the creation of Doc Scratch. There’s no implication that Lil Cal is involved here at all. 

But again, let’s assume Lil Cal was here again. It doesn’t matter.

Because there is canonically, explicitly, no timeline in the history of Gamzee where Gamzee ever, ever, EVER chooses to rebel. Gamzee Makara simply does not ever choose his friends over Lord English.  In any timeline. Ever.
How do I know?

Lets talk about Ghosts for a minute. The fandom has historically kind of taken these guys for granted, and loose fandom consensus is that they aren’t coherent/who has what ghosts is arbitrary. This is incorrect!

Pretty much everybody in the Bubbles that should have alt!ghosts does, including Meenah and Aranea, the two characters who’s alt!ghosts are typically presumed “Missing”. 

This is important. The Ghosts kind of give us very low-key character development, and contextualize the characters for us. For example, Eridan is an absolute irredeemable bastard in the Alpha timeline. But in a God Tier iteration of themselves, Eridan and Feferi seemingly come to friendlier terms. In another, there’s suggestions Eridan makes up with Feferi and Sollux. In yet another, he seems to be Trans or exploring femininity at least.

The point is, there’s a certain fluidity to Eridan’s potential. Still terrible in the comic, but it’s important to remember that Eridan didn’t CHOOSE to be trapped in the meteor with Jack, or to be born to Alternia’s power system, or to be trapped in the Alpha Timeline. 

It’s important to remember these things because in Homestuck, someone with power–Lord English–deliberately and willfully chose those things FOR him. Eridan’s lives are lived in response to that imposed power structure.
These factors don’t redeem him completely necessarily

But anyway, the fact that the rest of the cast have coherent quantum expressions means there are only three real exceptions–three characters who either don’t have any ghosts at all, or should have more ghosts than they do. 

The first is Caliborn, who’s timeline has exactly one deviation from the Alpha–apparently caused by John’s retcon. This riddle’s solved easily enough:
Predomination doesn’t leave a ghost to appear in the bubbles at all.
When Calliope says she ate his soul, she means that literally. 
Caliborn’s cheating in the Alpha Timeline is indeed the only reason Calliope exists in the bubbles at all.

(This, by the way, explains a lot about the relationship between Caliborn’s soul and Gamzee/Arquis’ in the Lord English. He predominated over them, too.)

The second is Vriska, who only has a single ghost in (Vriska). This is really weird, because we literally know for a fact she dies in more than one doomed timeline! As with the two Calliopes, I think this is down to John’s retcon doing some weird entanglement nonsense to Vriska’s quantum existence.
The point is: Where others have a palette of possibility, Vriska has two extremely polarized halves. Schrodinger’s Vriska. 

Important to mention that just like Eridan, the structure of the Alpha Timeline that limits potential Vriskas is IMPOSED ONTO HER. Vriska didn’t want anything about the way she was raised or where she was born. She didn’t ask John and Terezi to retcon her into this bizarre state. Both Vriskas, like the rest of the cast, are rolling with the punches LE has seen fit to give. 

Except for Gamzee.

Hussie literally tells us Gamzee never dies. His single non-Alpha Timeline death in [S] Game Over is retconned by John, and Hussie suggests it straight up doesn’t count. But that presents a problem.

There are thousands upon thousands of Doomed troll timelines. How is it that Gamzee specifically never ever EVER dies? Well, there’s only one real way that a Non-Time player can survive a Doomed timeline, that we know of:

Dream self merger. By going to sleep as the last player present in Sburb, the Doomed Rose from Davesprite’s timeline triggers a game mechanic that ends her timeline completely and merges her consciousness with that of Alpha Rose through their dreamselves. 

If Gamzee survives his doomed timelines, this is the only possible way how.
And collapsing all of his potential instances into a single Alpha identity certainly sounds like the reduction of possibility commonly attributed to the Rage aspect.
But what that means is that to move on to the Alpha, every Doomed Gamzee must inevitably either snap and kill all the other trolls, or somehow outlast them. 

And it means that if any Gamzee had EVER, in the entire spectrum of plausibility the Alpha timeline affords, EVER been inclined to rebel against LE–then we would know. Because somewhere out there, that at least Hussie could see, there would be a Ghost to show for it.

But there isn’t. Similar in this respect only to Caliborn, Gamzee simply has no alternate deviations because he doesn’t want them. He chooses the path that leads to Lord English freely and willingly, over and over and over again. 

And like Caliborn…

Gamzee does this because he wants to. 

Gamzee doesn’t BELIEVE he’s going to become his own God–he knows it for a fact. He sees it in Lil Cal’s mangled soul. And he embraces that truth wholeheartedly, throwing himself into the acolyte role from then onwards and presumably following instructions Doc Scratch gives him throughout Act 6. 

Which we can talk about some other time. The point is: Gamzee chooses all this. Whether or not Lil Cal causes him to is beside the point, because there is not and never will be any timeline where Gamzee chooses to resist. 

Gamzee is the ultimate in shitty cosmic nazi religious zealots, and devoted to the very power structure that causes every other character to suffer so. There are no mitigating factors for him as there are for everyone else but Caliborn.
At the end of the day, he’s evil.
Bad clown. Worst enemy. 

anonymous asked:

Fic prompt: Bitty accidentally says something really hurtful to Jack when he's angry over the phone (like from Georgia or something). Jack takes it the wrong way and begins to panic and shut people out. Bitty doesn't realize what he's done until Jack doesn't reply to his apology a few days later and people text bitty because they're worried about Jack. Bitty has to quick find Jack and fix what he did and help him feel better

“You don’t understand!” Bitty shouts over the phone.

“But I do, Bits,” Jack retaliates for the umpteenth time this conversation.

“Jack, stop,” Bitty pleads, pressing the palm of his hand hard against his shut eyes. “You don’t, alright. You can’t. You haven’t grown up the way I did.”

“But I still–”


Bitty isn’t sure if it’s the crack in his voice, but Jack goes silent on the other end.

Bitty sighs out roughly. Time apart is meant to be good for their relationship–absence makes the heart grow fonder–but all it seems to have done for Jack and Bitty is create tension and frustration.

“Eric,” Jack begins as Bitty is trying to calm his breathing. It’s not the way he says it normally; soft and reverent. No, this is like the angry spike of syllables he got from Jack in his first year at Samwell. This is a slap in the face.

“No,” he says firmly, then hangs up before he adds on anything else that his heart is tempting him with by telling him it will feel so good to get off his chest. He’s got enough sense to know that he’d regret that when he’s cooled down. He doesn’t want to lose Jack, lord how much he doesn’t want that.

Bitty turns his phone off and keeps it off for the rest of the night. His fingers itch, and he knows that even if he doesn’t text Jack, he’d be tweeting something vague and passive-aggressive which will only cause worry for his followers, some of which belong to the SMH.


The next morning Bitty sleeps in after having stayed up late baking. He opens his eyes slowly, aware that this morning he’s going to have to turn his phone back on and face the fact of his conversation with Jack last night.

He does it like ripping a band-aid off. Phone on, apology text sent, then he leaves it on his nightstand and heads downstairs.

He eats, then he bakes and listens to his music louder than normal. He’s calm now, last night’s frustration gone, and ready to talk to Jack about what he actually meant.

Upstairs, sitting on his bed with his phone in his hands, Bitty is stumped. There’s no response from Jack. He sends another text, asking Jack to call him later in the evening, and leaves his phone beside his laptop on the desk and he starts editing a vlog entry.

That evening, there’s no call. No text either, which worries Bitty as it’s outside Jack’s normal mode of operation. The smallest bit of doubt trembles in his fingers as he sends another text to Jack close to midnight, just to check that everything is okay.

Two days go by with no communication from Jack. It’s strange, and what’s stranger are the messages flooding his inbox from what seems like every contact he has but Jack. They’re all variations on the same sentiment.

Hey Bits. Jack talked to you recently? He’s not answering my emails. Thx.

Bruh is Jack giving you radio silence too?

Could you let Jack know I’ve sent him those spreadsheets? Calls aren’t going through. Thanks man.

Do you know if Jack’s gone away or something?

Have you talked to Jack?

Is Jack talking to you?

Have you talked to Jack?

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anonymous asked:

Can I request an imagine with RFA + Saeran with a very short MC? Probably like 4'10-5'0 ft. This could be NSFW but doesn't have to be! :) thanks!

Anonymous said:

Hello there ^^ I would like to please request the RFA reacting to meeting the MC for the first time, but she’s a lot shorter than they expected. I wonder what that would be like since I’m 4'11 (about 150cm) and almost 20, so I feel like I look younger than I actually am T^T Thank you!

ok bUT CAN YOU BELIEVE WE’VE DONE HUNDREDS OF REQUESTS BUT NOT SHORT MC?? I swear most blogs have it, especially one that’s been around for a while like us;; I can’t believe it myself. Anyway, this will be SFW.

I made it more like mini-fics than a reaction because I can’t imagine anything other than, well, surprise and coming to terms with it. I’m sure you guys have read tons of short MC headcanons elsewhere already ahaha ^^

(Note: let’s assume MC has passed the age of puberty, otherwise being short before the end of puberty isn’t too surprising, you know?)


Request Killing: 7/30

Reactions to a Short MC


  • Out of everyone else in the RFA, he’d be the most mature and least judgmental about this, surprisingly
  • Honestly, he’d just be so excited to even meet you, he wouldn’t care how tall or short you were, or how you looked at all
  • Doesn’t even realize that you’re short until Seven starts making jokes about it
  • Yoosung would defend you first before looking at you more carefully and realizing that you were shorter than the average person your age, but he still wouldn’t care
  • “Don’t worry too much about it,” he comforts you, flashing a cheerful smile. “Being short isn’t a bad thing!”
  • Gets angry for you every time someone makes a comment about your height
  • Never teases you
  • Sure, sometimes it was difficult to find you in a crowd, but that gave him an excuse to hold your hand
  • He also loved getting things for you whenever you couldn’t reach
  • He just enjoys your company and treats you with respect regardless—just because you’re short, it would never mean he should respect you any less. At least, that’s what Yoosung believes


  • With him being as tall as he is, he thought he would be able to spot you in the crowds immediately at the party
  • Apparently he was wrong. He swore he’d be able to recognize you even though he’d never seen you before, and yet it’s been an hour since the party officially began and he hadn’t seen anyone that reminded him of you
  • And then he’d feel a poke on his back and turn around to find… no one
  • Huh?
  • You tugged at his sleeve, making him look down. Oh.
  • Though he hadn’t been the one to find you, he did recognize you immediately, and a big smile stretched across his face. “MC!” he exclaimed in glee, reaching his arms out to hug you—only to realize he wouldn’t be able to reach you unless he lowered them
  • Well… He was nearly an entire foot taller than you, after all.
  • Doesn’t understand why he feels a wave of pride rushing through him when he realizes how adorably short you are
  • But he loves it.
  • Uses you as a head rest, his arms hanging loosely around your shoulders
  • Asks to compare your hand and feet sizes, even though he knows he’s bigger than you in every way
  • Jokingly flirts as your hands are pressed together for comparison, “If you were a little taller, this could’ve been that much more romantic… I would’ve been able to put my forehead against yours, you know~?”
  • Loves teasing you about your height because you flash him an adorable attempt of a scary look every time
  • But he hates when someone else makes jokes about your short stature, and defends you every time


  • At first, she didn’t think that short person awkwardly trying to catch her attention in a subtle way was “MC” but realized that it really was you when you introduced yourself
  • Extremely surprised that you’re shorter than her
  • She thought she was short already (especially since she was surrounded by the tall RFA men, but Jaehee is actually average height)
  • She feels like she’s your older sister
  • Tempted to tease you, and beams innocently as she gives into the temptation
  • “MC~ Can you help me get this, please~? I can’t seem to reach it,” she said, pointing to something on a shelf that she could clearly reach if she stretched her hand
  • Would be taken aback when you basically climbed the shelf and returned with the item in hand, acting nonchalant about it
  • After the initial high of teasing you was over, she’d just talk to you like normal
  • But every now and then she’d find herself smiling because you look adorable and she can’t help but fawn over tiny things
  • Uh, not that she would say you’re tiny, of course…


  • He doesn’t hold himself back from squeezing you into a hug the first moment he sees you
  • Seven had already seen how you looked in the photos he’d found when he researched about you, but seeing you with his own two eyes made him realize just how short you really were
  • A goofy grin was on his face as he spun you around in his arms
  • “Why didn’t you tell me you were so cute and cuddly~?” he asked, pouting as he continued to hold onto you. Seriously, he had no qualms about being so touchy despite having only just met you
  • You’d stick your tongue out at him for calling you cute—gosh, you weren’t a little kid!
  • But he’d continue to treat you like one, even after the party. You would’ve thought the hype about your short height would’ve worn off soon, but it didn’t.
  • He’d use you as an arm rest
  • Lifts you up and spins you randomly
  • Tells you to look both ways when crossing the street, every time, saying that other people wouldn’t be able to see you because you were so short
  • Uses you as a teddy bear, cuddling you every chance he got. (But always ‘just friends’ though, according to him)
  • Pretends to forget your age all the time and asks when your 7th birthday will be
  • Teases you so much, you almost regret ever going to that party…
  • The next time you meet up with him, you were definitely wearing heels. It wouldn’t increase your height all too much, but it sure would let you stomp on his toes. Maybe then he’d fall down in pain. Who’s short now, huh?


  • He couldn’t help but worry about you the entire time at the party, nervously following you everywhere
  • Eventually, you’d be fed up that he just kept following you and not saying anything
  • He didn’t answer when you demanded why, averting your eyes as he thought to himself that you were short like a kid, and he wasn’t sure if he could trust you by yourself… There were so many people at the party, who knows when someone could bump into you?
  • And as you stood there, arms crossed, waiting for his response, that was exactly what happened.
  • A lady knocked into you by accident, causing you to trip and fall into V’s arms
  • It was then that he noticed just how short you were, because he couldn’t help but compare your height to his own
  • Before he knew it, the words had left his lips, “So much shorter than I thought…”
  • He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but when you whacked at his arm, he realized his mistake
  • Feels guilty for insulting you and stays far away for the rest of the party
  • Over time he’d get used to it
  • Would pet your hair a lot
  • Looks out for you as if you were his younger sibling
  • Hugs you as a greeting, but always ends up lifting you off the ground by accident
  • Apologizes profusely every time
  • But he never learns from his mistake honestly
  • At least he treats you to a drink after, which you liked because you could spend time getting to know this mysterious man better :)


  • “Are you lost, miss?”
  • That was what Jumin had asked when he first saw you at the party, only to realize that you’re the MC he always talked to in the chatroom
  • His eyes widen slightly as he realizes that you’re much shorter than he imagined
  • He did expect a height difference since women were normally shorter than men, but he had expected you to be around Jaehee’s height
  • Still, he didn’t comment about it, instead greeting you with a professional smile as he asked how the party was
  • You roll your eyes at his formality, telling him to drop the act since you were friends, after all
  • Jumin would have trouble stopping himself from glancing at you constantly, still focused on your height
  • Also worried that he’d lose sight of you
  • Questions your age over and over, even though the answer doesn’t change
  • Until he asked for the 60th time and you dryly reply that you were a few centuries old and shrinking. “Happy now?” you sigh
  • It was then that Jumin realizes his rudeness, and smiles sheepishly
  • He puts an arm around you so that he doesn’t have to keep looking at you to make sure you weren’t lost, holding on tightly
  • But then he feels a strong tug on the tail of his tuxedo, and he turns to face you, only to realize that his arm was around your neck
  • “…Oh. My bad. I thought that was your waist.”


  • He had been hiding out near the bathrooms (where hardly anyone passed through), waiting for you to pass by so he could take you away
  • Well, he was lucky that you’d been dared to drink as much as you could tonight (Seven had been teasing your alcohol tolerance because of your height, saying you couldn’t possibly hold your alcohol with such a stature…)
  • You were running to the bathroom, trying to make it to the toilet to throw up, because… well… you’d had waaaay more drinks than your body could handle
  • Unfortunately, Saeran hadn’t been aware of this.
  • I say “unfortunately” because he wouldn’t have grabbed you so quickly, had he known. And then you wouldn’t have vomited all over him.
  • SHIT!” he swore, wrinkling his nose at the stench. But a job was a job, and he had to escape quickly before anyone noticed you were missing. So, out the window he went, leaving behind a trail of bile. This was probably the most disgusting (and obvious, honestly… someone’s going to notice the vomit and lack of its culprit) kidnappings Saeran has done in a while.  
  • He was still surprised that you were so short, though, as he carried you. He laid you gently in the back of the car, and you fit just perfectly thanks to your height. He bit back a smile, finding it amusing. Then he proceeded to drive all the way back to headquarters.
  • Although he had been ordered to take you to the Saviour immediately upon returning with MC captured, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by you… so he decided to lie down beside you, even though he wasn’t supposed to.
  • He held you in his arms, relishing the feeling of your body against his own, secretly comparing how much shorter you were in comparison to him.
  • He gently lifted your hand, smiling at how much smaller yours looked when he held it. You were so much shorter and smaller up close, appearing so innocent… 
  • And Saeran couldn’t help but relax while holding you like this, gradually drifting off to sleep.
  • Well, he would only have this night with you, after all. He felt a bit regretful, but he knew he couldn’t go against the Saviour’s desires… whatever her intentions would turn out to be.

alphaandhismate  asked:

Hey Rachel got a question for ya. Do you think Stiles would feel inadequate compared to all the buff sexy werewolves and push himself​ to the breaking point trying to look like he belongs? Cause I have this headcanon where he decides to work out to make himself look like he belongs beside the wolves but it doesn't work out to well and he winds up doing more harm than good. Which upsets Derek when he finds out (because he loves the idiot but he won't admit it)

Aw I can absolutely see this. Stiles, already prone to insecurity and the feeling of not being good enough, slowly being worn down by that itching knowledge in his skull of being that he’s not as strong as any of his friends, not as attractive as any of his friends, and sure as hell not as useful as any of them, right? Sure, he’s smart. He knows that. But what the hell use is that in battle? He can’t dive in front of a bullet to keep the others from hurting, can’t stand beside the others and fight at anything close to their level.

And no matter how much he smirks at enemies’ jibes and plays off as enjoying being the group’s token human (”means I get to leave all the heavy lifting to you guys, right?”) it’s a feeling that would keep building up over time, pushing at the back of his skull every time the pack insists he be left behind on a certain mission, that he should stay where he’s safe, or gets offhandedly told he’ll just slow the others down. Every time they go running out in the preserve and he gets to sit behind and watch the car. Every time he goes out with the group and finds himself wondering what he looks like in everyone else’s eyes: this circle of beautiful beyond belief, supernaturally perfect people and then… him.

He couldn’t share his worries with the others –– Scott would get that worried look in his eyes and insist Stiles is perfect the way he is. Lydia might not share the same speed and strength as the others but she’s always been supernaturally beautiful, and she’s got her own banshee tricks to help out in a fight. So he keeps it inside, bottles it up… and he starts to push himself. Stays after school lifting weights until his limbs are wrecked from it, goes out running until his legs are shaking under him. Thinking one more lift, one more mile, one step closer to belonging.

And it starts working, too. He’s able to keep up with the pack sometimes, on their more casual runs. He’s gaining muscle, losing any last hints of baby fat. But there are hollowed shadows under his eyes too and he’s not eating enough, probably, but that’s fine. It’s fine when he wrestles with Liam and ends up with a purpled bruise blooming out across his ribs from a too-hard tackle. It’s fine that he can’t really sleep anymore because his muscles are always burning. It’s fine because he’s started looking at pictures of the group after pack events and almost seeing a group of people who fit together, not a handful of perfect people around a lanky, awkward him. Who the hell wouldn’t sacrifice a little comfort and the ability to lift his arms above his head for that?


Derek’s the one who notices first, because of course he is. Drops in through the bedroom window one night like the supernatural stalking creeper he used to be, and finds Stiles collapsed to an exhausted heap against the side of his bed. Too tired and too sore to have stripped off his sweat-stained shirt or make it the extra step to lay down on it. He forces a smile when he spots Derek, but it’s more pained than it should be. Wavers at the edges. Derek ignores his opening jibe, doesn’t comment on the way Stiles tries to push himself up on unsteady palms and falters, a spasm of motion that starts and dies just as fast. Just moves silent, sits down next to him on the floor at the foot of the bed. There’s a world of words in his silence, a disapproving air Stiles can feel deep in his bones, and he finds himself saying “I’m fine,” low and head ducked, like it’s a lie.

It’s not a lie. But it’s not exactly true either, is it?

Derek’s eyes are on Stiles’ face now, flicking down his damp shirt, over his faintly trembling limbs, and it’s like he’s seeing too much suddenly, seeing through walls Stiles is too tired to pull up. People aren’t supposed to see him at this point in the day; they’re supposed to see him in the morning when he has the energy to grin and bounce and keep up with the rest of them like it’s effortless. They’re not supposed to see the tired bruises under his eyes or the way he shakes from hours of trying to hold himself at a werewolf’s level.

He wets his lips, a flash of frustration burning bitter through him.

“Look, I’m not strong like you guys.” It’s not news. It’s been a constant refrain for the past two years of his life, ever since Scott was bit and turned into a superhero sports star girl magnet and left Stiles standing awkwardly in his dust. Stiles couldn’t ask for the bite, Scott wouldn’t understand. And he doesn’t think he wants it either, not really. He doesn’t want the claws or the anchors or the pulls to the moon. He just wants to be able to keep up with them. Wants to not be the funny one in a group of supermodels. Doesn’t want to be the weak one in a group of heroes. Doesn’t want to be the one holding them back.

He bites over a frustrated sound, frowns at Derek’s faintly pinched brows, manages to lift one bone-dead arm and snaps out even more harshly: “I’m not… hot.”

It’s not the whole issue, it barely touches the issue, but it’s too much already and he scowls after he says it, daring Derek to snort or mock him or roll his eyes and agree, obviously, but that searching look only seems to sink deeper and Derek murmurs, “You’re wrong.”

Which is just… it’s worse than laughing. Because Stiles could handle people dismissing him, mocking him. He’s used to that. What he can’t take is Derek fucking Hale feeling so goddamned bad about his patheticness that he’s reduced to lying to try and comfort him.

“Oh, right, sure. I’m hot. You guys are all freaking Greek gods with all the muscle and the… faces.” He snorts, falling back against an overworked spine that protests the pressure. “You can’t even talk. You’ve always been the hottest person ever. You’ve got no idea what it’s like to be the one no one ever wants.”

Derek’s eyes flick down Stiles again, reassessing, and Stiles winces over the realization that Derek’s trying to find something, anything likable on his wiry frame.

Don’t––” He starts, because he physically cannot handle that, but Derek’s saying “You’re wrong,” again, and it’s soft and warm in a way that doesn’t sound like pity.

But Stiles doesn’t let himself feel it. The “oh yeah?” he shoots back is sure and challenging, almost smug in its confidence because maybe he’s not beautiful beyond all reason like the man next to him, maybe he’s not strong and desirable and wanted but at least he’s smart enough to realize that.

Derek lets out a growl of frustration and turns where he’s sitting, crowds in close with palms pressed to either side of Stiles’ thigh, and Stiles is on the edge of rolling his eyes because does Derek seriously think he can intimidate Stiles into changing his mind about himself, but then “you’re wrong” falls out a third time, a too-warm growl of a whisper, and Derek closes the space between their lips.

Stiles loses his conviction in the contact.

Derek’s hands move over him while they kiss, dragging soothing tips and scolding pinches over his wrecked muscles in ways that leave him groaning, touches sinking you’re beautiful and you’re wanted under his skin in ways the best words probably never could. Hands trail down to play across Stiles’ fingers, silently praising the cleverness of them. Beard-rough lips drift up to kiss across his temple and a warmth of admiration seems to melt into him with each press. And Stiles can barely move, arms aching protest as he lifts them to thread into Derek’s hair, body quivering in ways that shift between exhaustion and want.

When Derek finally leans back Stiles whimpers, wanting more but too worn down to chase him. But Derek’s watching him from inches away in the dark room, and there’s no reflected flaws in those dark eyes now. Just you’re beautiful, you’re wanted. You’re important

Stiles runs light thumbs down Derek’s beard, lets out a light laugh he barely recognizes.

“Guess I believe you,”

(And from now on, on nights when the pack goes out running, Stiles and Derek find a more interesting way to occupy themselves by the cars.)

anonymous asked:

You amaze me. A kid called me out for reading fan fiction in class and I showed them ur work and now I have a new freind. 1, 3, 85, or 100 wolfstar for the Drabble challenge please?thank you for existing. Sincerely, me and the kid. (Ps. Our anatomy teacher kinda hates you for making us cry in class really sorry she just doesn't understand yet)

First of all, this is probably one of the best complements and asks I’ve ever gotten so thank you for this. I know it was a while ago but still, this means everything. Yay to new friends and fanfic :) <3 Thank you so much!

Remus has alternated between worrying in the common room, practically driving James mad with his pacing, and hovering in the doorway of the dormitory, from which Sirius had yet to emerge from all day. He hadn’t even touched the food plates Remus had brought up for him.

“Moony, c’mon, please.” James removed his glasses, rubbing at his homework-tired eyes, “Either talk to him or don’t but just stop with the fucking-“

“I know, I know.” Remus sighed, falling down onto the couch next to Lily who took his hand sympathetically.

“Has he, y’know, said anything?” Lily asked gently.

“No. Fuck, no, he hasn’t.” Remus ran a hand over his face, “Whatever was in that fucking letter though… God, he won’t even talk to me he’s just sitting on that window ledge fucking staring into space. God, I don’t know if someone died or-“

“I can’t think of someone in that house who could die and he’d react this way about- fuck, ow! Lils, what-“

Lily tossed her book back down, James rubbing his shoulder, “They’re still his family, James! Psycho or not…” She added quietly, quill starting to scratch at her essay again.

James shrugged helplessly at him, and Remus sighed for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I’m going to try again.”

He took the stairs two at a time, only to breathlessly halt in the doorway again. As suspected, Sirius had yet to move. His knees were brought to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself. The evening light haloed his profile as he stared out the window over looking the lake and mountains.

Remus bit his lip, finally stepping in and shutting the door softly behind him, never taking his eyes from Sirius. His steps were careful and slow as he approached him.

“Pads?” He cleared his throat, voice coming out too soft.

Sirius didn’t move, didn’t even look up. Remus’ throat tightened. He sighed and gave up on the ‘giving him space’ tactic completely, sitting down on the edge of the window seat, one hand coming up to rest over one of Sirius’ atop his knee. Still, he received no response.

Remus’ brows knit, “Love, please. Please look at me… I want- I need to help you. Merlin, I can’t fucking stand seeing just sitting there all day. I can’t stand seeing you like…” Remus shook his head, holding Sirius’ hand tighter, waiting.

Sirius let out a breath that puffed out his cheeks a bit, and tilted his head back to lean against the stone wall. His eyes moved slowly from the window to Remus’. They were red rimmed and puffy. Remus’ heart broke a little. He doesn’t remember ever seeing Sirius cry before, ever. Not even when he broke his arm in second year.


Sirius shook his head, silencing Remus immediately. He sat up, scooting forward a little and looking again to Remus. Remus tilted his his head, confused.

“Can we-“ Sirius cleared his throat, voice rough, “Can you… Y’know, like when you’re reading…”

And Remus understood immediately, heart practically melting at the soft request, and scrambled up, sliding easily behind Sirius and pulling his back against his chest, resting Sirius’ body easily between his legs. Remus felt Sirius’ body relax into him at the familiar position, and he wound his arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses to his temple when Sirius let his head drop back against his shoulder.

“Good?” Remus murmured, pushing Sirius’ hair gently off his forehead.

“Mm..” Sirius hummed softly, pressing into Remus’ lips. Remus looked at his closed eyes and turned down mouth and wanted to kiss every sign of worry away.

Sirius let out another breath, fiddling with Remus’ fingers resting atop his stomach, and finally the truth came out.

“They disowned me.”

Remus’ eyes widened at that, “They- what?”

Sirius pressed against Remus, trying to soak up all the comfort and courage he could, “I’m not a Black anymore. At least not to them. I-“ Sirius cursed, hating the way his throat was tightening up, “Fuck, I hate them. I hate them I don’t know why I’m so- I don’t know what’s wrong with me-“

Remus shushed Sirius softly, noting the tears in his voice, and pulled him closer, fitting his hands to his hips to guide Sirius into flipping over and straddling his waist instead, “Pads-“

“And don’t tell me it’s normal to feel this way because I know that, I just don’t want-“ He cursed as tears fell down his cheeks and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, “I don’t want to feel like this. Remus, I don’t want to care-“

“I know..” Remus guided Sirius’ hands away from his eyes, taking them both into his own for a moment, kissing the knuckles, before cupping Sirius’ cheeks, thumbs swiping the tears away, “I know you don’t. Merlin, Pads, I…”

Remus didn’t know what to say. ‘Sorry’ didn’t work, because he knew Sirius wouldn’t want to hear that. He had a family who wasn’t like him, whom he hated, but that didn’t make losing that family any easier…

“You have us.” Remus mouth said it before his brain could catch up.

“You have us.” He pushed a hand through Sirius’ hair, “You lost one family but- but one is right here waiting for you, okay? Alright? And we really, really love you. Prongs, Pete, Lils… me.” Remus’ cheeks warmed at the way Sirius was looking at him, “Fuck, Pads, I love you so much, okay? As in I don’t know what to do with this much… emotion half the time-“

Remus let out a relieved smile when Sirius snorted at that, wiping at his eyes with one hand and pressing the other to Remus’ neck, thumb brushing over his pulse point. Remus bit his lip, “But it’s true, really.”

Sirius nodded, pressing his face back into Remus’ neck, letting a few more tears escape but, this time, out of relief and out of love for this boy holding him so tightly.

“You’re everything, Re…” Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’ jaw, “You’re fucking everything.”

Remus just held him tighter, maybe blushing a little, and never wanting to go a whole day without hold Sirius like this again.

savethelastklance  asked:

Hey if you're still accepting prompts,can I suggest a polydins one where aliens are badmouthing lance to the point where he's in tears and thinking he doesn't deserved to be loved and the rest of the paladins just rip the aliens a new one whole going on how much they love lance and why and it ends in a big cuddle pile,

Of course! I’ll be accepting prompts til probably the end of the weekend.

It was after they had saved the planet from the Galra, they all were invited to a huge celebration for the people’s newly found freedom. Who could refuse such an invitation. Everyone was enjoying themselves, the native people and the Paladins alike. Pidge, Hunk, and Keith were hanging in the back of the party, the two geniuses talking up a storm with one of the engineers of the planet, Keith just smiling at the two as they get excited over the technology. They can be such wall flowers sometimes. Shiro was standing by Allura, who was talking to some of the diplomats, most likely trying to get them to join the alliance. Of course Lance was enjoying himself just as much as the others. Always grabbing one of the other Paladins and pulling them into a dance whenever a new song started. Of course none of them could refuse, always ending up enjoying themselves too much to want the song to stop.

After awhile, Lance finally left the dance floor and weaved through the crowd, getting a few “thank you"s and nervous hand shakes from one of the locals that Lance accepted with a smile. It was when he was nearing Allura and Shiro that he caught a bit of whatever the diplomat was talking to them about ”—–Blue Paladin can be——“ that caught his attention. What didn’t catch his attention was the looks on Shiro’s and Allura’s face. “Hi, I heard you talking about me?” Lance beams, expecting something along the lines of thanks or some sort of praise. What he wasn’t expecting was for the man to say “so you’re the sorry excuse of a Paladin.” Lance couldn’t help it be caught off guard by that. What?

“I mean no disrespect, but what do even bring to the Voltron team? It didn’t seem like you were doing much to fight against the Galra.”

Lance tries to get something. Anything to come out of mouth. That’s……that’s not what happened.

“And all you’ve done this entire night is distract your fellow pilots from their discussions of alliance. I thought even you could understand how important diplomacy is. But I guess I was wrong.”

Lance can feel the pressure build up behind his eyes. He tries to get something out. To explain himself in some way. Was he really just annoying the others from their conversations? Was he interfering with the alliance? He…he can’t be. He just wanted to help them have some fun. He just wanted to dance with his boyfriends and girlfriends. He didn’t mean to hurt their alliance.

“To be honest any one of my guards could do a much better job of being the Blue Paladin than…..this.” The alien gestures to all of Lance,
“Really princess, there are much better options among the soldiers here than what you’re currently stuck with. Why don’t I introduce-”

“That won’t be necessary.” Allura bites out, anger barely kept out of her voice, but it wouldn’t take a genius to know that she was beyond angry. And Shiro was just as pissed.

“ I mean no disrespect to your choices with the few people you could find. But you could do so much better. The current Blue Paladin is only a stand-in is he not?”

Lance feels like crumbling right there and then. But he doesn’t want to seem even more of a disgrace than he already is. He quickly leaves the party, passing by Hunk, Pidge and Keith as he speed walks back to castle. He doesn’t want to annoy anyone else or force them to leave their conversations. He doesn’t know how long the tears have been falling down his face, but he hopes that he didn’t embarrass Allura and Shiro because he cried. He doesn’t want to ruin their diplomatic discussions.


“Governor, let me remind you that you have no right to insult one of the people that just saved your planet.” Shiro growls out, not hiding his anger as well as Allura, but honestly, neither of them care about that now. Not when Lance was silently crying and running from the party. Not when he hurt Lance.

“Like I said, I mean no-”

“No. Let ME tell you what I think. I think that yes, Lance wasn’t up with the rest of us fighting the battle ship. He was down here, on your planet, taking care of any Galra that were planet side. He was helping your people find shelter and saving many of the people that are here now. If it wasn’t for him, many of the people that are here celebrating wouldn’t be here at all.” Shiro states, walking closer and closer to the governor, til he was looming over the shorter alien. That was when the others come running over, asking what happened, and why Lance was crying.

Allura decided to finish up their ‘conversation’.
“ be wise when you disrespect one of my Paladins, governor. That I wasn’t just my decision, it was the lion’s that chose their Paladins. And if you DARE speak so poorly about any one of them in such a manner again, I may not be able to stop one of the Paladins OR one of the lions from speaking their mind to you.” Now it’s Allura’s turn to lean in close to the diplomat, and giving him a cold and murderous look “ I’m sure you wouldn’t want that to happen, correct?”

The alien can only nod, very obviously shaken by the thinly veiled threats. Allura stand a up straight once again, and pulling Shiro along, she calls out “I’m sorry, but we must be on our way back to the castle. There is something that we need to take care of.” And with that the Paladins follow her out, although Shiro tries to go back in and give the governor another piece of his mind. But he quickly stops and silently agrees with Allura. They do have something to take care of. Or really someone.


It took everyone a while to find Lance, checking every spot that he’s been known to frequent. His room, the Blue lion’s hangar, the lounge. Nothing. Hunk finally finds him in one of the storage rooms, curled in on himself and trying to stifle his tears.

“Guys, I found him.”

Pidge is the first to respond, “is he okay?”

“No, I’m gonna bring him over to his room, you guys start on plan C.”

Hunk gets quick affirmation from the rest of the team. He slowly walks over to Lance and sits down next to him. Lance curls tighter in on himself, but it doesn’t hide the shaking in his shoulders.

“Hey buddy. I know that your upset, but can you look at me?” Hunk asks quietly.

It takes a couple of minutes, but Lance finally lifts his face from his kneels. His eyes are red and puffy, tears still streaming down his face, his cheeks getting the same hue as his eyes.

“Hey, there’s my sea turtle.”

Lance lets out a weak and watery laugh at the old nickname, but whatever small smile he had vanishes. Lance whispers “shouldn’t you be back at the party?”

“Nah, it was pretty lame. Not as much fun without you there.”

Lance tries to counter what Hunk says, but is stopped when he lightly presses a chaste kiss to his lips. That stops Lance right in his tracks. Hunk takes that time to slip his hand into Lance’s, and slowly leads him up from the floor. Not minding one bit when Lance leans on him. Slowly the two of them walk out of the storage room and start to head to Lance’s room in silence.

Lance opens the door to see that everyone one else is there, and sitting in some sort of giant blanket and pillow nest. Hunk leads him into the middle of the pile and soon enough everyone is cuddling Lance. Shiro leans him back to lay on his chest, sneaking an arm around his waist to keep him there. Pidge plops herself on top of Lance, laying her own head onto his shoulder. Keith and Hunk take up the sides, making sure that Lance is completely surrounded in cuddles. Allura sits next to Shiro and slowly runs her fingers through Lance’s hair.

They lay like this for a good, quiet couple of minutes, reveling in the comfort and love they have for one another.
Lance finally breaks the silence with a croaked apology “I’m sorry you guys had to leave the party because of me.”

“Lance, you don’t need to apologize. You did nothing wrong.”

“But you guys were enjoying yourselves, and I didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

“It wouldn’t be fun without you there. And I’m having plenty of fun right here.” Pidge responds, trying to stifle a yawn in between words.


“Shhhh, Lance. It’s okay. You did nothing wrong. You are so important to us, we wouldn’t want to be there without you. We all love you very much. Just sleep. You had a pretty hectic day.” Lance only nods at Shiro’s words. Letting a smile slip onto his face as he drifts off into a comforting and well earned sleep.


So I kind of added Allura into the polydins, but I hope you like it!

anonymous asked:

Do you think Kara is aware of how gay (bi) she is around Lena? Cause I see posts that claim Kara's completely clueless straight girl and I just am like "naaaay, c'mon she probably knows how she's being around Lena. And if she doesn't already then she's realizing it"

Usually I agree with statements about Kara being more than she’s being given credit for, but Kara is pretty canonically known for not being aware of what’s going on with herself and her partners romantically.

She knew that she liked James immediately, but the scene happened directly after she was discussing what romantic attraction felt like with Winn. She had been using an online dating website, and mentioned how her date for the night was “82% compatible” and Winn of all people had to give her romantic advice, saying that she should actually feel something. That it should really hit her.

Then, she applied this advice to her interaction with James. She even used Winn’s phrase, “Wha-pow”, to describe it. 

Right from the pilot episode, we’re introduced to hopeless clueless romantic Kara.

And then Winn himself. Kara had no idea that he was into her and he was not at all subtle about hiding his feelings. Alex knew, and she probably didn’t spend that much time with the guy. 

“Did he ask you out? Or kiss you, or something, and you freaked out?”

“What? How did you-”

“I’m an elite agent with an expertise in analyzing speech patterns and body language… I’m also a human being with eyes.” 

Alex also spotted that Kara was into James when she laughed really dramatically at his joke, and Kara denied that she did like him. As if she didn’t realize how incredibly obvious it was.

She also had to be told that Adam and she were flirting in the coffee house, again by Alex.

I bet you that Alex has spent a lot of hours trying to guide Kara in romantic interactions.

Even Cat has put time in with “You two haven’t had your first kiss yet????” and The Lighthouse Technique™. 

And that’s just season one.

(Now, it’s consistent that Kara didn’t know her own feelings in the second season in regard to Mon-El, but the delivery of this isn’t convincing. In every other instance, it was obvious to the audience, not just Alex, what was happening with Kara. This time, Kara didn’t display any of her established tells. In fact, she only showed us her issues with him. Nevertheless, it’s a canon example of her being unaware.)

I think Kara is kinda really delayed with all this stuff. 

She probably didn’t actively pursue anyone for a while after coming to Earth, not to mention all the customs she’s not familiar with. 

And she very likely had a lot of set backs because of her secret that kept her from developing relationships, and thus her romantic awareness. In canon, she broke someone’s toes when dancing with them, broke four people’s noses when kissing them, and in the pilot, when she was on date, she answered a simple question about where she lived with “uh….north…”. 

So she’s had some problems with dating because of who she is that add up to her not being literate in romance.

So, no, I don’t think Kara necessarily knows how she feels about Lena. And she likely knows even less “how she’s being around Lena”. If she didn’t realize that she was being really obviously into James when she cracked the fuck up over that silly joke about tea, she probably doesn’t know that having the same reaction over a compliment from Lena makes it obvious to everyone that she’s into her.

Also, for instances like the couch cuddle, Kara isn’t thinking about how it looks or how she feels. She’s thinking about how Lena feels. 90% of the time that Kara is complimenting Lena or being really affectionate, I bet Kara is thinking about how Lena doesn’t have that kind of validation and love from other people in her life. It’s all genuine, but Kara says her feelings out loud because she knows Lena needs to hear it. 

Her focus on Lena’s emotional state distracts her from what she’s feeling. So that, combined with her natural ineptitude, results in a “Yes, of course I love Lena! She’s my best friend!” at the same time as Kara risks glances at Lena’s lips at least 5 times per conversation.

And Lena, she’s probably very aware of how she feels about Kara. But she’s so starved of affection, she doesn’t dare look too closely at what Kara might be feeling, in fear that it will blow away.

But this isn’t about Kara being a clueless straight girl. She’s just generally illiterate when it comes to romantic interactions. 

But this doesn’t mean that Kara’s gonna go through this whole dramatic thing when she realizes she likes girls. Especially after Alex came out and she reconciled everything she learned from Earth’s romantic rules with this new possibility. 

(Note: When Alex came out to Kara, she reacted in a confused way more than anything, which is evidence, to me, of how Kara is constantly struggling to understand human romantic customs. Alex didn’t react well to this, since she was looking for immediate support, but it’s almost as if she forgot who she was talking to. Everyone else knew that the necessary reaction when someone comes out to you is pretty much unconditional affirmation, but not Kara. Which didn’t mean she didn’t support Alex, just that Kara was looking at the revelation of Alex’s sexuality as another thing Alex was telling her. Like it was another lesson from Alex, rather than something Alex was going through and looking for positive feedback for. And when Alex reacted badly, Kara realized her mistake. She reevaluated how Alex always had to teach Kara romantic lessons, distracting her from understanding herself, and how she’s never really been able to help Alex in return enough to balance it out.)

But at this point, when Kara figures out she likes girls, she’ll probably just be like, 

“Ugh, another thing I didn’t know?”

anonymous asked:

I can't help but imagine Jon pacing around his cabin talking to himself and planning exactly what he's going to say to Dany when he goes to her door. Then, when she answers, he forgets everything(probably his own name even), but it doesn't matter because words weren't needed.

Hi anon! Gah I love remembering boatsex and thinking about the before and after. 

You just know that Jon was DEFINITELY anxious about going to Dany’s room. He was 100 % pacing around in his own room and running over the possible scenarios in his mind. He would be going over the pros and cons of seeing her, worrying about what it would mean for their alliance (especially after seeing Cersei withdraw from the truce due to his pledge), worried about any rejection and how to continue an alliance after that, worrying about how to even open up to Dany about his feelings because he’s never had to be the one to pursue someone before. 

Even up to the point of knocking on the door, you can see him going over it in his mind and recalling what he’s going to say and how. 

I’m pretty sure they both forgot to breathe in that moment when she opens the door. Seriously, if either Kit/Jon or Emilia/Dany was at my door, I’d just stare too to be honest. Remember how overwhelmed they were about holding hands?! Jon just kept staring at their joined hands until Dany spoke.

Look at how vulnerable they look on the boat once she opens the door! He took off his direwolf armour and she’s not wearing her dragon brooch. Both have shed their titles for this scene. He’s not the King in The North or The White Wolf and she’s not the Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms or The Dragon Queen. They’re just Jon and Dany. Nothing more, and nothing less. Just two souls in love, reaching for one another. 

it’s a beautiful acceptance of a wordless … yep - Emilia Clarke

anonymous asked:

Prompt: When Scully thinks she's dying of cancer she asks Mulder to make love to her because she doesn't want Ed Jerse to be the last person she ever slept with.

Tried another angst piece. Probably just so I could tag @always-angst! It kinda ended up as a post-ep for “Elegy”. 

Also tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

If she could, she’d close her eyes, pretend not to see. She dares a few glances in the rearview mirror as she drives and there’s nothing out of the ordinary. Just light and cars, traffic and life. At home she leaves lights off in hope of being left alone, of escaping. But the shadows dance around her and when she walks into the bathroom, despite the absence of light, she swears she sees Harold Spuller’s face again among the ghostly shades. Gasping in anger she throws her hairbrush against the mirror. The glass splinters at the edge but refuses to break apart.

Scully knows she can’t stay in her apartment tonight. She doesn’t think, grabs her key and leaves. Outside the cold air breathes life back into her. She gets in her car, still refuses to think about it, puts the key in the ignition and steers her car towards the only place she wants to be right now. 

At 1 am the knock on Mulder’s door sounds intrusive, noisy. Scully startles, wonders if this was the right decision. It doesn’t take long for Mulder to come to the door and her doubts disappear. His eyes are clear, attentive; he wasn’t asleep. The expression on his face changes from surprised to happy and finally to concerned.

“Scully? Is everything all right?” No, she wants to say. Nothing is all right. She’s dying; she feels it deep in her bones, cutting through her skin. The revelation, even just to herself, makes her vulnerable; tears spring to her eyes, hot and angry. Looking at Mulder, though, his concerned eyes, his hand that’s suspended in the air, frozen in time, uncertain if she wants him to touch her, energy flows through her.

“Scully, please talk to me.“ 

"Can I come in?" She came here without agenda. Her only need was to get away from the pictures in her mind, from the truth lurking behind every corner.

"Of course.” Mulder opens the door to her and she slips past him. The TV is on but muted. Scully expects to see some cheap skin flick and not a colorful Disney movie. She turns to him.

“Yeah, I thought I should broaden my horizons.” Mulder tells her, chuckling. He picks up loose papers and magazines off his couch to make space for her. Scully, however, doesn’t sit. 

“Do you want anything to drink or…” Mulder trails off. 

“No, I-” But she can’t say it. If she tells him what she keeps seeing, what keeps following her, then she’s accepting it. Believing it. She’s dying. She looks at Mulder, wonders if he can tell what she’s thinking. Can he see it in her eyes? Is he too in denial about this? She can’t stay in the shadows forever, alone, hiding. 

“If it’s about what I said earlier, Scully-”

“It’s not, Mulder. Or maybe it is. You told me that if I didn’t tell you the truth I was working against you and myself. I- when I sat in my car earlier, when I got home, I saw…”

“What did you see, Scully?”

“Harold Spuller. I saw him. I don’t know what to believe or maybe… I refuse to believe what it means but Mulder,” she sighs, swallowing the tears that still threaten to spill, “I couldn’t, I didn’t - don’t - want to be alone.”

“You’re not alone, Scully,” he closes the distance between them and crushes her to him. His hands roam over her back before they settle on his spot, right over her tattoo. The contact, even through her clothes, burns her. Reminds her. She closes her eyes, unafraid, and buries her face in his chest. His scent, like earth, like home, covers her in safety. “You’ll never be alone. You just have to let me in.” Mulder’s voice tickles her skin, her ear and she squirms in his arms. Rubs her body against him slowly, carefully, just trying it out. Her own hands take liberties, wander over his spine and he sighs into her hair. She wants this. This need, raw and urgent, surprises her, tackles her and makes her weak in the knees. But she’s in Mulder’s arms, safe and sound. Scully’s done this before, recently. Threw herself into the arms of a man, a stranger, to feel alive, to forget. Today she wants to forget again; about her mortality, about what happened months ago in another bedroom. 

“Mulder.” She murmurs his name into his chest, feels his strong heart beat against her lips. 

“I’m here, Scully." 

"I have a question…a request, really.” There’s nothing to lose now. Yet everything to gain. Mulder loosens his hold on her so that he can look into her eyes. They’re soft, wet with unshed tears, glancing at her, willing to give her just about anything.

“I want to… need you to make love to me." He furrows his brows and bites his lip in search of the right words. She sees his answer before he utters a single syllable.

"Scully.” Her name is a sigh, pure desperation.

“Mulder, please.” She kisses his chest, longs to taste him. She doesn’t beg, not never, but tonight she’ll do anything. When she dies, there is no if, she doesn’t want her last memory of love, of skin rubbing against skin, to be of Ed Jerse. A throw away fuck, a one-night stand, that was never meant to mean anything.

“I- I can’t, Scully. I’m not saying goodbye to you like that. I can’t.” He buries his face in her hair as his arms wrap around her so tightly that he almost takes her breath away.

“Mulder, I need this. We both need it. I can’t… the last time I… that can’t be the last time.” She strains to get to his lips but he stops her. Puts a finger on her lips to silence her and her fears.

“It won’t be the last time. There’s plenty of time left.” Tears stream down her face. There’s not. Why can’t he see that? His finger starts tracing her lips, the rough texture of his skin kissing her. 

“There’ll be another time for us, Scully. I promise you. This is not it.” His voice is insistent and Scully closes her eyes. She doesn’t believe in premonitions. Seeing the dead girl, seeing Harold Spuller, what if there’s another explanation? Mulder’s finger on her lips, her body in his arms, her heart in his hands. His voice in her ear. All she’s got to do is believe him. Trust him. 

“You promise?” She whispers against his finger. 

“I promise, Scully. I promise.” She believes him.

handgranade-punksprinkleddonuts  asked:

alllright! RFA+V and Saeran finding out that MC doesn't/don't really look after themselves that much? (sometimes skips meals bc they ate too much junk food, they don't have a consistent sleep schedule -me rn since i'm sending this at 2 am and I have school tomorrow lol-, "MC, when was the last time you took a bath? "lol idk")


  • constantly trying MC to get their life in order even tho his life is the same
  • he hates it when he asks MC when was the last time they slept healthily and they reply with “when was the last time you did huh”
  • honestly,,, he really can’t critique because he truly is living that Broke College Student Lifestyle 
  • he’ll try to help MC and himself? like MC will send him a message at 3am after eating a week old frozen pizza and he’ll freak out and tell them to go to sleep even though he is awake at 3am and probably just ate a whole bowl of leftover pasta without sauce or something
  • he’s so. consistent. with. his. “did you eat?” messages. it’s like he has them scheduled or queued or something


  • much like Yoosung, she’s trying to make MC get their life together even though hers is a trashcan fire rolling down a hill at ten miles per hour
  • an actual argument she had one time was whether she or MC was doing better because MC hadn’t eaten dinner but she had half a cup of coffee and they were discussing who should be telling who to take care
  • once she has more free time, though, she’s always trying to help MC
  • sometimes she goes over and helps them clean the place because knows MC sometimes just. has no energy to
  • she’s really surprised MC manages party-organizing and living like this at the same time? she must help?
  • sometimes she buys convenience store meals and goes to eat them with MC because even though it’s not the peak of healthy foods, it’s better than eating too many burger king hashbrowns and then skipping a meal because you can still taste those little potato fuckers in your throat


  • local man who basically lives on beer and whatever-food tries to help partner with equally messy life
  • he doesn’t go to sleep too early, but he starts to. why? because he hopes that if he keeps sending MC “goodnight!” and “good morning” it might just help them? 
  • ok he knows it probably won’t but at least it will be a reminder to MC that it’s already past 10 and maybe they should think about sleeping


  • ok no not really but
  • this pretty boy may not sleep much but he doesn’t even know what chicken nuggets are so he’s not familiar with the “oh god I ate so much fucking french fries i literally can’t eat anything else today” feel MC has got going on
  • like……. no please he loves MC too much to see them live like this,…
  • sends over food to MC’s place so they have something real to eat and don’t end up going to kfc at 2 am to buy some chicken popcorn and can instead reheat some delicious meal
  • also he constantly reminds MC to bathe and sleep because he just. he just wants MC to live better please


  • ha ha ha ha same
  • doesn’t. even try to help MC
  • he knows. he knows no ammount of messages will help or anything
  • why? 
  • buddy pal friend he’s living off chips and soda and sometimes goes for at least three days without sleeping and he can probably count the amount of times he bathed in the last two weeks in one hand
  • he wants to help MC so bad,,, but he’s scared his messages will come off as annoying so he just sends in jokes vaguely relating to the “good night/ have you eaten/did you take a bath” vibe and hopes MC can figure out the meme’s hidden meaning


  • he just worries
  • whenever MC says something like “i cant eat dinner i ate the biggest fucking taco i’ve seen” he worries a lot
  • it’s in his nature to worry quite a bit, but when it’s someone so close to him he worries even more
  • still, he’s also super considerate and makes sure MC never feels guilty when he tells them?
  • he likes to invite MC out to eat to nice little cafes because that means MC gets to go outside, get fresh air, eat ok and spend time with him
  • best boy


  • in an odd twist of events, it’s MC who begins to help him
  • sometimes, he forgot to eat meals because he was too distracted, or sometimes he couldn’t sleep at all. some days he just felt too tired to take a bath or pour himself some cereal
  • and MC knew how that felt, but like helll they’d let Saeran go on like that when they could help
  • it was… odd at first. asking saeran if he was feeling ok in the mornings, reminding him to eat and bathe- reminding him to do stuff they weren’t really doing- and seeing him actually appreciate it under his huffy facade
  • eventually, it became mutual messaging and reminding when saeran found out MC was doing pretty much the same things they were trying to help him fix

sassy-molassy  asked:

Reddie prompt: "You only want me when you can't have me". Some angsty shit with a fluffy end. It doesn't matter who these words will belong to, Eddie or Richie, I will be glad anyway if you'll write it.

okay sick done. i hope you like this, it feels like it’s shit but i also kind of love it? idk here u go darling xxx

ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12334281

warnings: kissing, swearing, mentions of sex i guess?? they’re sixteen yo

Keep reading

About this scene from ch126, something sounds strange to me.

Ciel said that “Westminster must be in pure chaosbecause all those old Lords, whom the sect had been helping for at least a year and a half, died… So it almost sounds as if a part of the blue sect’s goal was about politics somehow.

First they helped them, which means that they had to have mastered how blood transfusion works in the first place and as Wolfram once said…

…mastering blood transfusion can be very useful for war (and it seems Queen Victoria wants a war by the way, just saying).

However, once the experiment with the 4 Lords seemed to have been complete, they were killed, which led to Ciel saying that maybe Westminster would be in pure chaos, but would Yana really include such a sentence if that had no meaning for the plot at all? 

Now, not only could I be totally off the track but I’m also unfortunately not very aware of how the British politic system worked during the Victorian era (and no offense, but I just don’t have the time to research about it for the next 15 days :/). Still, one thing I know is that…

And the Queen wants a war. Yep. She even wants UT’s Bizarre Dolls and Sieglinde’s SULIN to help her win it. 

So maybe the Queen really is involved with the Blue sect arc and the use for these important parlimentarians was double:

  • at first, the blue sect helped these lords with their diseases, probably as a cover for experimenting about blood transfusion (very useful for war)
  • once the 4 “bizarre dolls” Lords were all set and ready to go after months of effort, those lords were killed which allowed Bravat to get a large quantity of blood, while chaos at Westminster due to their murders might help the Queen with her war project (maybe she needs the Parliament to agree or she intends to rule again, Kuro is an AU after all).

The other candidate as the blue sect’s mastermind is Undertaker and I know he dislikes the Queen and all, but killing a few old parlimentarians wouldn’t be very useful if he ever had the plan to get revenge on her. 

However, it is very certain that UT is involved in this arc in some way, so what if…

…he’s trying to tamper with the Queen’s plans? Like maybe it happened before?

In that case, as @thedarkestcrow​ once briefly mentioned here, maybe that liquid he made “Ciel” (probably the twin if this theory is correct) drink is supposed to slow the experiment as much as possible, which is why he said “sleep just a little longer because it’s too early for you to wake up”.

After all we know that Bravat had trouble with getting Sirius in particular to be fine, which is probably why the arc is so long in the first place, so what if it wasn’t just a matter of quantity of blood?
Maybe UT tried to tamper with the 4 Lords, but since Bravat had even less blood for Sirius than he did for the other 3, that’s why it took so long for the 4 Lords to be ready?

And that could even explain…

…this panel from ch120 as a throwback to ch108. Because UT really likes the P family, but he isn’t the one who brought the 4 Lords back and he unfortunately has no choice but to try stopping the experiment (bringing the 4 lords and precisely the twin back to a stable “life” state, only for them to be used by the Queen as war weapons), which is why he’s getting emotional in that chapter (just like in ch108 when he stroked “Ciel”’s cheek).

I hope it makes sense somehow. I just want to conclude by saying that I’m clearly biased because I really don’t want UT to be the mastermind behind this arc and this feeling gets stronger the more we delve into this arc, so for now I’m going with any other possibility. :/

Oh and I don’t see any plothole with the Queen + John Brown as the masterminds behind the blue sect and Bravat for now, but as always I could be wrong. :)

Feel free to say if anything is unclear!

Will You Fake Date Me? (Jimin Fluffy Imagine)
  • Y/N sits on the couch enjoying a delicious bowl of popcorn. Her eyes are glued to the screen where a scary movie plays. Y/N's eyes widen in anticipation, her mouth ajar. She lifts a handful of popcorn to her mouth when-
  • JIMIN: Y/N!
  • Jimin barges through her front door. His small figure is illuminated by the moon of the dark night.
  • Y/N: AHHHHH!
  • By pure reflex, and not a hint of maliciousness, Y/N flings the tin bowl of popcorn at Jimin, showering her living room in kernels and nailing Jimin in the head.
  • JIMIN: OW! Y/N! What the hell?
  • Jimin massages the blow to his head.
  • Y/N: Jimin, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
  • JIMIN: Yeah, I'm fine.
  • After hearing this, Y/N proceeds to smack Jimin upside the head.
  • JIMIN: OW!?
  • Y/N: That was for scaring me. How did you even get in here?
  • Jimin plops himself down on the couch with a sour expression and his hands rubbing the spot on his head that had received yet another blow.
  • JIMIN: The door was unlocked. You know for someone who watches a bunch of thriller movies, you really don't take all the necessary precautions.
  • Y/N sits beside him and pauses the movie.
  • Y/N: Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on a date with 'Super hot as fuck' Irene.
  • Y/N tries to pull off her best imitation of Jimin when she says, "Super hot as fuck" but her voice comes out a lot deeper than his.
  • JIMIN: Why don't we just call her 'Super hot bitch' 'cuz it turns she only asked me to come out to make Taehyung jealous.
  • Y/N: Seriously?
  • JIMIN: Yes seriously. I just can't believe I thought she actually wanted to go out with me. You know to actually date me.
  • Y/N pauses. She doesn't really know what to say in this situation. She's used to always being the one sulking and Jimin cheering her up.
  • JIMIN: Okay you can stop with the pity stares. I'll live.
  • Y/N: You came to the right place Jimin. My shoulders aren't as sturdy as Jin's but they are here for your tears.
  • Jimin bursts out laughing. Y/N flings kernels of popcorn on the couch at him.
  • JIMIN: That was terrible. Thank you.
  • Jimin sighs.
  • JIMIN: As much as I'd like to stop holding back my tears, I came here on strict business.
  • Y/N raises her eyebrow.
  • Y/N: I'm all ears Agent Chim.
  • JIMIN: I want you to fake date me.
  • Y/N pauses.
  • Y/N: If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a spit take.
  • JIMIN: Y/N, I'm serious.
  • Y/N: You're joking.
  • JIMIN: I just said 'I'm serious'
  • Y/N: That's insane. Friends don't just fake date each other.
  • JIMIN: How would we know? To us it wouldn't be fake dating.
  • Y/N: Jimin, shut up. No way, I am not fake dating you.
  • JIMIN: Please, Y/N, I need your help.
  • Jimin grabs Y/N's hand in his. He tilts his head and pouts his lips. Y/N shakes her head at him.
  • Y/N: Why? Why would we even need to do this?
  • JIMIN: I want Irene to want me. I want her to see what she could have had. What we could have been.
  • Y/N frowns and pulls her fingers away from Jimin's
  • Y/N: Why do you like her so much?
  • JIMIN: What do you mean?
  • Y/N: What's so great about her? I mean yeah she's pretty and all but so are lots of girls. What's so different about her?
  • Jimin pauses. You can tell he's thinking pretty hard about this. He slumps back on the couch and stares into his lap.
  • JIMIN: Honestly I have no idea.
  • Y/N: See? You want to do all this for a girl you don't even really like.
  • JIMIN: I do like her. I just don't know what I like about her.
  • Y/N huffs and the two sit awkwardly in silence on the couch for a moment. A few times Jimin starts his sentence to name something he likes about Irene but then falls back into thought. Eventually Y/N breaks the silence and says.
  • Y/N: You know, if you had just asked me to go on a date with you, I would have said yes.
  • JIMIN: You mean like a real date?
  • Y/N: Yeah, a real date. I kinda get how you felt earlier about Irene using you to get to Taehyung now. And its not your fault. I should of told you earlier Jimin. I like you.
  • Jimin's eyes are wide. He stares at Y/N who is looking down into her lap awaiting for his response. Eventually she breaks the silence again.
  • Y/N: You're my best friend Jimin and I would do anything to help you but fake dating you would be so much harder for me than you think because that's probably the closest we would ever get to becoming more than friends.
  • Y/N gets up off the couch and slowly makes her way to the landing of the stairs.
  • Y/N: It's late. I'm going to bed. You can let yourself out. Goodnight Jimin.
  • Y/N reaches the first step of the stairs when Jimin calls-
  • JIMIN: Wait!
  • Y/N stops at the step and turns around to face Jimin.
  • JIMIN: When you asked me what I liked about Irene, I couldn't think of anything. But when you said what you said right now, I asked myself what I liked about you, and there were so so many reasons Y/N. I like everything about you. Even the annoying things aren't that annoying. Y/N, I think I like you too.
  • A/N:
  • Hello! This is my first time writing an imagine in screenplay format. I tried to incorporate both into one and this is what we got. I really hope you guys liked this because this was a lot of fun to write. Also to the Anon who requested this, I'm sure this wasn't what you imagined but I hope you liked it all the same. Thanks for all the support guys! Thanks @limseoyeon
  • ~Armygirl

raven-on-the-writing-desk  asked:

Okay, so. One of my big problems with DP narratively is that Danny doesn't lose. Sure, he struggles. But he doesn't ultimately lose. You always know he's going to win in the end. I'm curious to hear your thoughts - is this just a byproduct of "keeping it a kid's show"? Do you think it could have benefited from a few bittersweet endings that ultimately raised the stakes for us viewers, knowing that he can lose? I have my own opinions but I wondered what you thought.

Danny does lose, though.

The only things that Danny always succeeds in by the end of any given episode is not dying and keeping his town generally fairly safe from ghost attacks, which are kind of necessary for a “superhero show” (even if that’s not what I ever saw this as.)

In the old Batman: TAS, Gotham City isn’t going to be destroyed, and when the Joker attempts a mass murder, Batman will always stop him. He will also always succeed in not dying. That doesn’t mean he can save everybody or that he’ll win every fight or even that he’ll be able to stop every plan.

Danny loses many one on one fights. Against Vlad, Bertrand, Desiree, the Circus Gothica ghosts, Pariah Dark. Heck, Danny lost a fight against the Box Ghost in Splitting Images because of his lack of experience. A lot of the time, the only way Danny gets out of a situation is because someone else comes in to help him.

If you want Danny losing against an enemy at the end of an episode, Public Enemies is one. Walker is sent back to the ghost zone, but he succeeds in his plan to turn the town against Danny. Everyone believes that he’s the one responsible for all the ghost attacks. Walker’s plan worked. What’s more, Danny was unable to save his new friend, Wulf. He was dragged back to the ghost zone and locked up by Walker again. The town’s safe, but a lot was still lost.

The Fright Before Christmas, while mostly silly, is another instance where the antagonist technically wins. Danny was forced to learn the Ghost Writer’s lesson. There was no way around it. It was a happy ending, sure, but it was still technically a loss on Danny’s part.

In Masters of All Time, Danny does succeed in saving his friends, but that was Vlad’s plan. He ended up having to give Vlad exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t able to avoid playing into Vlad’s hands without sacrificing the lives of his friends.

He’s not even able to keep everyone safe the way he’d like to. Valerie has her arm in a sling at the end of Reign Storm because she took so many beatings. Buildings are often damaged by attacks. There’s one time when the show cuts it really close to showing us a child dying on screen because Danny failed to catch them.

Danny also loses in most other aspects of his life. He loses the respect of his peers, even when he’s able to temporarily gain it in episodes like Pirate Radio. He loses his free time, sleep, and grades. He loses in all attempts to fight back against his bullies. He loses in trying to convince his parents and Valerie that he’s not an enemy. He loses in his love life. Every episode ends with “well, the town is mostly safe, but only for now and also Danny’s life still sucks.”

The only other way Danny could lose in the show would be having somebody die. And stay dead. Antagonists are able to achieve their goals sometimes. The only ones who can’t are the ones who want to kill Danny or someone else, take over the world, or permanently alter Danny’s life in an extremely drastic way (such as Freakshow).

Having someone die could’ve worked to the show’s advantage (and by that I mean someone other than, say, Vlad’s clones or something). That probably was because this was a kids’ show. We can’t have Danny die, because he’s the protagonist, and for the show to continue, that’d have to be undone in some way or another.

That only leaves things like if Jazz really did leave her family for Vlad, or if Freakshow got away with kidnapping Danny, or if Ember managed to enslave the entire world. Things like that obviously can’t happen, because that would either require the characters to completely go against who they are or the show to just…be over.

The best solution I can think of is to completely remove the episodic nature of the show entirely and have huge story arcs with larger stakes. Maybe Freakshow does get away with Danny and now there’s a huge journey Sam and Tucker have to go on to save him. That would completely change the nature of the show, though.

The town is mostly safe at the end of the episode. That’s basically the only way Danny always wins. And the only reason for that is that Danny will literally not stop fighting until he is dead. That’s proven in Reign Storm, where he was seconds from dying before Vlad showed up. So, unless the show went all out and killed the protagonist, he is always going to be able to beat back the antagonist, even if only temporarily.

I don’t think there’s much else the show could’ve done. (In fact, I personally wish Danny had more wins. A good example is Fright Night, where Danny loses the bet with Dash and it leads to a disgusting outcome.)

It’s still a cartoon. Just like how Dipper and Mabel weren’t going to really lose against Gideon or Bill in Gravity Falls, or how the Crystal Gems will always be able to keep Beach City from being totally destroyed in Steven Universe, Danny will succeed in protecting most of the people in his town. Anything else, though? That’s much more questionable.

Blue lion's home
  • Okok so this is just a thing I was thinking about but just hear me out...
  • In the episode where shiro and the black lion go back to the lion's home planet we learn that it was also zarkon's, which means that there's a very high chance that each of the lions were created on different planets depending on their original paladin.
  • So this is going along the storyline that Keith's the new black paladin since shiro's gone,,
  • Ok so let's say that one night keith and lance get into a REALLY bad fight, which normally would end with the two storming off from each other, only this time the fight was about how lance wanted to return to earth. Keith brings up how lance's family is a part of the universe and if lance leaves voltron than he's almost guaranteeing their demise, to which lance finally cracks and screams at Keith for not knowing what family's like, stating something along the lines of "how would you know how I feel? You're just an orphan!". Keith obviously doesn't take this well and snaps at him some more, eventually leaving to the training deck to let off some steam. Lance realizes what he's said, and what he's done, and has had it. He's been so done with the team treating him like trash he'd finally snapped, and at this point he was over sulking in his room until the next mission, so he packs up. He grabs all his belongings, some rations to last him, and he gets in the blue lion and sneaks out.
  • He turns off the lions tracking system and they fly aimlessly for a bit until the lion suddenly jolts forward and goes into hyper speed, until they reach a water planet. For a moment lance has hopes that it's the earth but at a closer look he realizes it's not and continues to lay back as the lion takes him to his "destination". Another couple of minutes pass and they hit the surface of the water, quickly plunging deeper. Lance begins to freak out and does his best to stop the lion but it's no use.
  • Before he has a moment to process what's happening they're in an underwater cave, with at further inspection seems to be highly man-made. They finally turn a corner to be greeted with a unbelievably high tech, airtight room, where blue goes into the middle pad and shuts down, leaving lance alone. Scared and confused, he exits the lion to explore, and finds a door, or a gate. With a bit of force he opens it, to find himself in a large hallway, once again filled with water, only this time with the addition of merpeople, who seem to be just as confused as he is, just for a different reason.
  • One notices him by the door in his paladin armour and asks him if he is the blue paladin, and remembering his last confrontation he's hesitant. Nonetheless the merman puts two and two together and takes him to their king. The king's ecstatic that the blue lion has returned and reveals that this was the planet and colony that built the blue lion, and this was the home of the previous paladin. Lance tells the king what he had done and asks why the lion had brought him there, to which the king suddenly grows somber. He tells lance about the old paladin, and how she often has lashed out on the team, and in return became very untrusting and unstable. Due to this, to calm her down the blue lion would bring her here if she was ever in trouble of herself.
  • Lance takes a moment to think about the new knowledge he was given, and remembers how blue brought him here because of her instincts, and how she knew he wasn't ok even though he had not. The king then continued, stating that the paladin was far more unstable than anyone had ever thought or knew, and one night, the lion returned. When the guards entered the lion to see why it had returned, they found the paladin's corpse inside, the cause of her death being herself. Lance suddenly becomes unbelievably worried, wondering if he would one day follow in her footsteps.
  • The King notices lance's sudden worry, and continued. "The blue lion always chose the most compassionate to be her paladin. She never chose the best leader, or the best fighter, but she couldn't stand a paladin who worked solo, this usually resulting in the blue paladin to be the most well rounded. In its own sense that has both good and bad quirks, but you must learn that that doesn't make you any worse than your teammates, if anything that makes you more valuable." Lance takes this to heart and whenever he's not feeling 100% he'll head over to the planet to talk things out.
  • There's a bunch more stuff I was thinking about, like a prince or someone who works in the castle gaining a liking for lance, which is greeted mutually, creating a jealous keith. There could be partial alteans on the planet, like part mermaid, part altean, or maybe very distant strands of the species in them, since that planet did create the blue lion, and there'd probably be some of Alfor's people there back 10,000 years ago, giving coran and allura hope. I could go on and on it's just been a thing I've been thinking...

pomrania  asked:

I know it's not one of the prompts; but Bruce/Batman having to pretend that he's happy and doesn't hate himself -- for a really good reason, not just "avoiding notice" or "keeping up the mask" -- all the while we hear his thoughts / inner monologue.

okay, pom, i literally could not resist. you are a talented seducer. there’s a scene i’ve wanted an excuse to write for ages now and i stuck it in here because i wanted to goddammit. it got long because background damian. thank you audrey you gave me the ideas

Curious, how his birthday landed in the time he hated most. 

“Hey, Tim - watch it with - or, you could just drop them on the floor, that’s fine,” Dick said. His eldest twisted in his seat, watching the bustle of people spill into the dining room. 

“I didn’t mean to,” Tim whined, bending to pick up pieces of shattered plates.

“For heaven’s sake,” Alfred hissed, ducking back in the kitchen for the broom. 

Tim followed him, arms filled with ceramic shards. “I said it was an accident, Alfred, I swear!”

“We tried, Bruce,” Dick said, in a sort of defeated tone. 

Damian, who must’ve been under the impression that it was a formal occasion and was wearing a tiny tuxedo complete with a lopsided bow tie, slid easily into the seat beside Dick. “It’s not our fault Drake can’t walk like a normal person.”

“I heard that!”

“At least you’re not deaf,” Damian muttered, straightening his napkin. Dick flicked him on the ear, shaking his head slightly, and Damian at least had the grace to look slightly sheepish. 

Alfred set to bitterly sweeping up what remained of the plates, and Tim returned, this time carrying half the plates and walking much more carefully. 

“The bowls, now, Master Tim,” Alfred instructed.

“I’ll get them,” Damian said, snootily, sliding out of the chair and trotting into the kitchen. His shoes were untied. 

“No, I’ve got it,” Tim said.

“If any of you could do as you were told for ten minutes,” Alfred grumbled, following them.

His birthday was something he never looked forward to. It fell during winter, a time of year he couldn’t stand, and this year, the winter had been rougher than ever - several feet of snow laid on the ground. From the looks of the sky, there’d be a couple more, by the time this storm was done blowing. The cold was miserable. It made everything hurt. Usually, his birthday wasn’t even a good day - not a bad one, either, just another one. Alfred would let him get away with not celebrating. Dick, for some ungodly reason, had insisted upon it, this year. 

“Here you are, Father,” Damian said, proudly offering Bruce a bowl. Bruce took it, with what must’ve been a strained smile. 

“Is Miss Gordon on the way?” Alfred asked.

Dick swallowed. “Uh, she’s not coming.” Alfred hmphed in disapproval.

He could imagine how that had gone; Dick, insisting you should come, it’ll be fun, Barbara’s terse sure, the text she’d probably sent him ten minutes ago saying something came up! Maybe next time. He envied her. They all had better things to be doing, than celebrating an arbitrary date - he could die tonight, he could die tomorrow. All of this was just a waste.

“Are we going to sing?” Dick asked, as Alfred slid the cake on the table.

“I’ll sing,” Tim said.

Damian snorted. “No one wants to hear that.”

“Oh, sure they do. Hap-py birth-day to you, hap-py birth-day to you - “

“You lo-ok like a mon-key, and you smell like one too,” Dick finished, with a grin. 

Damian was clutching at his ears. “Not you, too, Grayson.”

Dick laughed. “Bruce loves my singing, it’s my birthday present to him.”

“I do?”

Dick winked at him. “Just go with it.”

“Then I do,” Bruce said, dryly. “Damian, blow out the candles for me.”

Alfred slid a slice of chocolate cake on his plate while Damian watched with unashamedly jealous eyes. With an amused smile, Bruce pushed his plate to Damian, who enthusiastically tore into the cake. 

Even the cake didn’t seem to slow down his boys’ merry moods - they continued bickering over nonsense, even with their mouths full. Alfred, who primly nibbled at his own slice, gave up on trying to remind everyone of their manners. 

In a past life, he must have done something truly selfless, something beyond kind, to deserve these boys of his - a past life, it had to be, because he couldn’t think of anything worthy of such love in this one. 

He took the plates to the kitchen when Tim and Damian started arguing about who got to lick the icing off the candles - as mature as Tim was capable of being, it seemed to melt away whenever Damian was within hearing distance. Dick and Alfred sent each other twin looks of sufferance from across the table. 

Bruce scraped off a plate, ran it beneath the water. He scrubbed them until they gleamed. Eventually, Dick came to lean against the counter beside.

“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing at his neck. “I know you don’t like your birthday, I just wanted… something special, I guess. I tried. I’m sorry I dragged you into it. I know you hated it.”

“I didn’t,” Bruce said. It wasn’t a lie. He didn’t hate the celebration, just the man they were celebrating. 

“I think Damian liked your cake, though, I think he ate about half of it,” Dick said. “He might be in a food coma. Tim’s going nuts.”

He could see it, somehow, in his mind’s eye - Damian passed out on the couch while Tim gleefully ruined his GTA file. Later, Damian would be raising Cain, but, for now, the kitchen was dark and quiet. 

Bruce wiped off his hands. “Thank you, Dick. Really.”

Dick chuckled, awkwardly. “I mean, I guess it could’ve been worse? I could’ve tried inviting Clark, and everyone. That would’ve been - uh. Are you hugging me?”

Sometimes I feel raising you was the only good thing I’ve ever done in my life, Bruce had meant to say. Somehow, the message had atrophied in his brain, and he’d ended up pulling Dick close to his chest, instead.

Dick huffed, patting Bruce on the back. “Love you, too, big guy. I do - ah - need those lungs, though.”

I don’t care, Bruce thought.

anonymous asked:

P1/2 I'm curious what you think of the MM deal after experiencing ECCC. From an outside perspective who's never met SC I keep on going back to recaps. Sam seems like such a sweetie & a real gentlemen. To all the women there but especially Cait. For arguments sake let's say they're just friends. I imagine that means he'd treat his gf even more special, which doesn't fit the MM mold. Not only w/ how they seemed in pics but given all that's happened online & reactions (or non reactions) by him..

P2/2..I can’t fathom the guy who seems like superman in terms of treatment specifically of his female friends to not be more into a SO. It’s not just respect in terms of what ppl say when they meet him but you can tell w/ what he posts & everything that it seems genuine & not a show for fans while at cons to make a good impression. Given the image that’s being pushed of Sam in S/MM & the image you see of Sam while seeing SC in person, how does that affect what you think of the whole thing?

I swore to myself I wouldn’t answer any more messages about MM so I’m saying this once and then hopefully never again. I think, if Sam is dating Mackenzie, then 95% of his behavior this weekend alone was inappropriate. Same with Caitriona’s behavior if Sam has a girlfriend, never mind everything else that’s happened just in the last month or two. Throwing things at his head from across the room? Calling him her partner in crime (which is exactly what he called her 5 months ago)? Talking about taking care of him and giving him vitamins to keep him healthy? She’s not doing that for the fanbase, let’s be real. And she’s not doing it for another woman either. That plus the number of times Sam mentioned that they had been told what to say in response to certain questions? 

After this weekend, I am firmly aboard the Mackenzie is 100% being paid to show up with Sam at random work related events ship. He’s obliged, maybe contractually maybe just to appease his bosses for a certain length of time, to show up in random public areas with this woman for some reason. I’m comfortable enough with this theory to say that Sam and Mackenzie, at this point, are probably friends and she is 100% benefitting from this setup more than he is. Do I think it goes anywhere beyond that? After seeing the way Sam gazes at Cait, after hearing and SEEING with my own eyeballs how attentive and aware of her he is (and vice versa) and how fucking HAPPY and content they are when the other is nearby - like lit the fuck up happy and content - I think there’s pretty much zero doubt left in my mind that they’re together. 

As a bonus and I know it sounds ridiculous to say: they have an aura about them. Like they are SO in tune with each other, so incredibly aware of one another and in sync with each other, perhaps without realizing it. It goes way, way beyond just being best friends. It’s this completely untouchable and unbreakable bond between them and it shows. It shows in their body language, in the way they respond, react and listen to one another, in their natural give and take with one another and in the way they look at each other. Goddamn the way they look at each other. It’s in the livestream - they had entire conversations multiple times just by looking at each other. You can SEE it. There’s no boundaries between them. In the way that only two people who have been incredibly intimate, both physically and emotionally, with each other can have. I really honestly believe Sam would do anything for Cait and vice versa, even though she’d never admit it to us at least. So there ya have it. I’m never fucking getting off this ship :)

anonymous asked:

in the regency au does tony ever feel like he's being forgotten (pre-kids)? like sometimes his alpha's are so busy helping run the kingdom that they don't really talk for weeks and tony doesn't have many friends and those he does have are also super busy, so tony feels kinds isolated and forgotten like he essentially was with obidiah? does tony just kinda accept the feeling with a resigned sigh, or does he talk to someone (sarah, or his alphas) about it?

I mean it’s not as if he hadn’t been expecting it? Only a year has passed since the war ended and both the Rogers kingdom and the Stark kingdom-now-absorbed are still recovering. There was a lot of work to be done before they married and somehow there’s even more work now because there’s unrest about Steve and Bucky marrying a Stark and unrest about Tony having been a political prisoner despite the fact that he was also a victim of the war and unrest about the countries merging because now the Rogers kingdom is so large how can they expect to defend it entirely??? There’s… a lot going on. Most of it things Tony can’t help with. But he knew that going into the marriage. He doesn’t remember what all his mother did to help with running a country but what he does remember is that his father did the lion’s share of the work.

Fortunately they don’t go for weeks without talking. At the end of the day, his alphas always stumble back to their bedroom, exhausted but unwilling to slip into bed without greeting Tony, pressing tired kisses to his lips and asking about his day even though they’re usually asleep before Tony finishes answering. Tony doesn’t mind. His alphas work very hard for their country and he’s very proud of that. (He actually finds it really attractive, how hard they work to make sure their people are taken care of.) So maybe he’s a little lonely, maybe he misses their intimate touches, but he can see his mates are tired. They need rest. So he tucks them under the sheets carefully so they stay warm and presses kisses to their foreheads and then crawls into bed between them. It’s okay. Especially since Steve and Bucky always gravitate toward him in sleep, curling around him and sometimes even waking up long enough to press sleepy kisses against whatever skin they can reach before dozing off again. Tony takes what he can get. It would be greedy to push for more. Besides, it’s their duties to take care of their country and his duty to support them. Tony has always been about duty and if his is to silently soldier on and support his husbands then he will do it.

(And it’s not like Steve and Bucky don’t feel awful about it, apologizing for not spending more time with him. They just–want to make sure the former Stark kingdom is doing well. They’d lost almost an entire generation of alphas and betas to the war. Many of their surviving soldiers were injured and crippled. They don’t want what the Starks had built to fall to ruin. While Sarah and Howard hadn’t really known each other, Sarah will admit that Howard was a brilliant (if slightly strange) man who generously shared his agricultural inventions with other countries so that no one would go hungry because of drought or flood or vermin infestation. The Starks weren’t bad people, and their subjects weren’t either. They’d be remiss to abandon them in a time of such great need. And with Tony hearing about how much money and time and effort they’re funneling into his former kingdom, how could he possibly be resentful? All he’s ever wanted was to take care of his people.)

Also Pepper may be busy (she has a lot of valuable information from traveling from her convent to the Rogers kingdom), but Rhodey definitely isn’t, and Tony is taking full advantage of having his best friend back by cuddling him aggressively. They don’t even need to be doing anything–just sitting together with Tony on Rhodey’s lap, clinging to him, whispering about all the good things that had happened to him since he was brought to the Rogers kingdom. Rhodey’s still pretty unimpressed by Steve and Bucky but he’ll admit he would have been unimpressed by any alpha up to and including Sam Wilson because he’s watched out for Tony ever since Tony was two and toddled out in the middle of a tense meeting between the Starks and the Williams to drape himself across Rhodey and say “You’re pretty.” Rhodey was only seven but he’d been fucking smitten with him ever since. There was a reason his parents had allowed him to come stay with the Starks and it was only partly because their friendship had eased tensions with Tony’s parents; the other part was that Rhodey, while a noble, was not high up on the line of succession and he’d have better prospects being the friend and playmate of an omega prince than he would at home. (And in all honesty, if the Starks couldn’t find a suitable match for their son, they probably would have chosen Rhodey.) When the war first broke out with the Rogers his parents had sent for him, but Rhodey had refused to leave Tony behind. His parents had respected that even if their returning letter saying so was tear-stained.

( “You know, my mother’s kind of miffed that she wasn’t invited to the wedding,” Rhodey teases, and then regrets it as soon as it’s out of his mouth because Tony looks horrified and immediately pens a letter full of apologies and regrets for having not invited them. The letter he gets in return is full of question marks and then finally a terse ‘we’re coming to visit dear’ that sounds more threatening than anything. Tony’s terrified until Roberta Rhodes brushes past Tony, his confused husbands, his bewildered mother-in-law, and grabs Rhodey by the ear and starts berating him for making Tony think she was ever upset with him for not being invited to his wedding. “It’s nice to know some things never change,” Terrance Rhodes says fondly, then turns and pats Tony on the shoulder. “Hello, Anthony. It’s good to see you’re doing well.” Tony squeaks but it’s barely heard over Rhodey and Roberta bickering. Sarah likes them and welcomes the Rhodes to her castle at any time. It also helps relations with the Williams so she doesn’t see a downside at all.)

((Steve and Bucky get a little upset that Rhodey’s scent on Tony is stronger than theirs but his mother always frowns severely at them when they complain about it. She’s an omega, though; she wouldn’t understand, kind of like Tony doesn’t understand. Rhodey understands, though. Rhodey understands well.

They can tell, because Rhodey gives them smug smirks as he cuddles Tony while Steve and Bucky are too busy to spend time with him. For the first few months of their marriage, they loathe Rhodey.))

||Part of this really happened, though I improvised a bit.||
  • Person who has only seen Durarara!! Anime and admits to being too lazy to read novels: Why would anybody like this guy? *posts gif where Izaya is saying*"People are my playthings."
  • Me: There are reasons I like Izaya: For one, he's intelligent, charming, cunning, has class, cares for and values his friendship with Shinra in his own way even though he has trouble with empathy(something I relate to), and despite everything, he's just a human even though he's able to bring down an entire organization like Amphisbaena. Not to mention I'm pretty sure he's jealous of practically everybody he comes into contact with. Shizuo, Mikado, Shinra, even Celty.
  • Me: He punches a telephone pole upon realizing he'd be betraying his only friend by normal human standards.
  • Me: And he was neglected by his parents emotionally. That's a very typical cause of personality disorders, just so you know. It's not entirely his fault that he is the way he is. Just saying. But I enjoyed watching him outsmart Amphisbaena. And I really like reading the novels for his philosophical views. Plus, he's kind of agnostic and fears death more than anything, something I can relate to.
  • Me: Haha his hand was literally swollen up because of slamming it into the telephone pole. But you know what happened when his sisters expressed concern for his hand?
  • This-
  • Mairu tilted her head and asked as she saw his right hand, “What happened, Iza-nii? Your right hand looks swollen.”
  • “...Health (Are you alright)?” Kururi looked at him with worried eyes.
  • Izaya stroked her head with his left hand and lied with a sigh, “Yeah, I got this when I was running away from Shizu-chan.”
  • “So you deserved it after all—”
  • “Keep yourselves away from muscle idiots like that one. Or you could die, you know.”
  • The siblings continued their conversation as they disappeared into the city night. The city, which took in everything it was offered, absorbed their talk into its nightly cacophony as it did any chit-chat within any normal family.
  • -
  • That was from the ninth Durarara!! Light novel.
  • But what was even sadder was the scene before that -
  • The twins flanked Izaya as he began walking, a bitter smile on his face. Mairu, who was on Izaya’s right, raised her face to look at him and said in a natural tone, “Say, Iza-nii. We know that you probably don’t treat us any differently as you treat other people, but keep in mind that we still think of you as family, OK?”
  • “All of a sudden you’re saying things that would actually make me happy. What happened?” Izaya felt that the line didn’t sound like Mairu, who usually told him to “Die!” and highkicked him when she saw him. He glanced at his sisters’ faces—and saw that they were smiling innocently back at him as they continued.
  • “So, if you get killed by Shizuo-san, Iza-nii, we’ll make sure to cry a little bit for you before we laugh about it.”
  • “Small (Just a little)...”
  • “...I was a fool to expect any family love from you.”
  • Izaya chuckled and walked faster.
  • - Also from LN 9, I have no clue why it wasn't in the novels. It really should have been. Especially the scene where he actually punched the telephone pole. But another reason I like Izaya is because not only is Izaya changing, but Narita himself said, "I have a feeling there was a scene where he cried, but he didn't let the readers see."
  • Somebody else: There are many reasons that make me like Izaya Orihara, like his fascinating personality, but that doesn't mean I think of him as a good man ¯\_(ツ)_/ ¯ I love it anyway
  • Person who has only seen the Durarara!! anime:
  • *throws in lame ass argument about what 'bad' things Izaya has done, without arguing, even though the argument could go both ways, considering he did take down Amphisbaena, and took Jinnai Yodogiri's corporation, giving Kasane Kujiragi back her freedom.*
  • Me: He's neither good nor bad. Most people can't be classified as either. We're all selfish in our own ways, and have a dark nature down deep that makes us want to test people at points. But without proper nurturing that can become harmful by nature, and it can consume us.
  • Somebody else number 2: The funny thing is that most people fail to recognize that they are of equal good/bad scale to Izaya without realizing it. It's only because Izaya is presented as an antagonist going against the common societal view that he is seen as a villain. Anyone that stands out against what is accepted is seen as bad because that is what we are taught at a young age to believe.
  • So saying that you hate Izaya because he is evil or bad is playing into those accepted, ingrained, and common beliefs.
  • Person who has only seen Durarara!! anime:
  • I don't have to like Izaya. I don't agree with you, and I don't want to argue about this. Izaya is pretty terrible. He started a whole war for fun, and told a girl to commit suicide. Any Shinra was just assuming when he said that Izaya has a fragile heart. Shinra is just some underground doctor(me: that doesn't know what he's talking about)?
  • Me: You don't have to like him, but you can't just deny canon. First off, he didn't want to start the war entirely for fun. He's an atheist/agnostic, and is terrified of death more than anything. The novels outright called Shinra, "his friend, the first person to see through Izaya to his true nature.". And Shinra described Izaya's 'true nature' as being more human and his heart more fragile than anybody else. Nextly, Shinra isn't 'just' some ignorant doctor. He has the potential to be the most manipulative character on the show if he really wanted to, and he's not ignorant. He's actually fairly insightful and observant, even when others aren't even though he ignores them because he only cares about Celty. Even Tom seemed weary of Shinra, implied by the novels.
  • Somebody else 4: Whether you like Izaya or not doesn't matter, because it's not just interpretation, it's canon, so in other words, you're just ignoring facts to justify your hatred for him.
  • Person who has only seen Durarara!! anime:
  • I mean he could made different choices and it could have turned out better.
  • Person who has only seen Durarara!! anime: I think Izaya's the worst one because he started the war.
  • Me: The same could be said for pretty much every single one of the characters, who all have done some pretty bad things, and crossed over things Izaya never would. *points out Shizuo's non justification for his hair trigger and how if it weren't for Simon, Shizuo could have killed somebody. Points out Ran's joking about raping both Saki and Mikage, as well as his abuse towards his brother, not to mention what he did and threatened to Saki(though he is jealous of the love Aoba receives from his parents, and the natural leader role Kyouhei has), points out Anri's hypocrisy in siding with Saika just because she saved her, points out Masaomi's cowardice(even though he has his really good moments), points out how Izaya saved Saki and multiple other girls from abusive situations, and especially Kuon's sister's experience with Izaya and how they can't properly seem to live without Izaya, points out the fact that, in reality, Mikado stabbed Aoba because he wanted to fulfill his ego, as well as the fact that he shot off a gun and caused a spark in the Awakusu-kai, points out some of the things Namie and Seiji did, not to mention Shinra's manipulative nature. Above all, points out all the trouble Nasujima caused and the terrible things he did(to Haruna and her family especially), as well as Jinnai Yadogiri sending Vorona(serial killer for fun at first, likely because of neglect) and Sloan to kidnap a child and do who knows what with her, considering all that Jinnai did to Ruri(also serial killer, but less for fun and more for revenge to get back at those who killed her parents)(not to mention Jinnai doing experimentation on her), though killing still starts to consume her because she feels freedom by doing so), Adabashi beating Shinra to a bloody pulp(though not apparently as bad as Shizuo has supposedly done to Shinra in the past, according to Shinra himself)(after which Izaya had Izumii break Adabashi's leg broke and kept him in his apartment for three days until he managed to escape.)* I'm not going to even go into Shizuo beating up a guy for simply questioning the purpose of life and telling him to go die, or the things Vorona, Shinra, Walker, Erika, Aoba, Rokujo, even Celty,(probably)Simon, and many others have done. Because every character has flaws and weaknesses that make them human. Minus Takashi and Jinnai Yadogiri, everybody has a least one person they have an attachment to of some sort and can feel a little closer to than others, even if they won't admit it, mostly everybody has unhealthy obsessions, Izaya nonetheless. But most everybody is changing, Izaya has even took the huge step of NOT calling Shizuo a monster, and instead admitting that Shizuo is just a man that distanced himself from humans. If that alone is not an improvement for him, I don't know what is.
  • Person who has only seen the Durarara!! anime: *obviously didn't read much of anything* Eh, Izaya's not good, and I just can't find it in myself to like him. If he were a real person, I might sympathize with him a little bit, because he could find help, but he's just a character, and there's no real justification for why he is the way he is.
  • Other person who has only seen the Durarara!! anime:
  • The anime is made for you to interpret Izaya however you want.
  • Somebody else number 4: This is why people need to read the novels. There is more to Izaya than what is portrayed in the anime.
  • Me: Plus, both the anime and manga is there to promote the original sources, so, naturally, they are going to leave out stuff, because they want you to read novels.
  • Somebody else number 5: Izaya isn't evil. He's not a sociopath. He's not a psychopath. He's not a troll. He is indeed only human and only wants a little more in his life than sitting on a bed and binge watch anime. There's so many reasons to like him <3
  • Me: While sociopath can be a generic term used for people with delayed or limited empathy(due to trauma)(unlike psychopaths, who are just born that way), as far as I know, sociopathy can still be detected in brain scans, because their brain still works and is wired very similarly to a psychopath. Either way, I honestly don't believe Izaya is either. I believe that he's just a human with a normal brain like both of his brain scans suggested.
  • Somebody else number 6: I honestly love hate him, but mostly I hate him, but I gotta admit he's a hot bastard.
  • Me: You're kind of missing the point, but whatever. He, just like anybody, has a side to him one can hate, but he also has a side to him that makes him a very complex character. The way he views things are so fascinating and he really opened my eyes to certain things. I can relate to his philosophy, I can empathize with his feelings about humans, and especially his hatred/jealous of Shizuo(having grown up with a brother that acts much like him, just to a less extreme, not mention I've experienced some domestic abuse, so I don't just like him for his looks alone(even if he is pretty good looking. Like I said, he's charming, cunning, shrewd but with class, is kind of funny at times, has views on society that I personally understand, is jealous of a lot of people for various reasons which I can also relate to. Despite being a mere human, he uses his wits to get out of dangerous situations, and to take down corporations like Amphisbaena and Jinnai Yadogiri. He has a an amazing ability to turn the tables when one least expects it, and wonderful flexibility as well. Unlike Shizuo, who has super strength, or Mikado who has close confidants he can truly rely on, or Celty, who can use her shadows and many others, Izaya is just a human(though he's jealous of every one of them, not forgetting Shinra, and doesn't actually want to be acknowledged as himself.)
  • He's an incredibly written character in the novels, but ultimately one I can relate to in certain aspects, including the feeling of loneliness, and feeling fear at the one he called his '(only)best friend' being mad at him. It honestly frustrates me when people bash him, or ignore the things that make him who he really is.
  • Izaya isn't a sadist, he just wants answers. And he's an emotional masochist at it's finest, possibly a chaotic neutral, and both an Anti-Villain and Anti-hero(though maybe a little more on the Anti-villain side at times). Also, lastly Izaya didn't "convince girls to commit suicide". In reality, he saved them in the novels(even if it wasn't really his intentions.) Ryo didn't happen. Izaya didn't cause the blood splatter. Because Manami and the other girl were the last two he messed with, and it clearly said that nobody he met up had actually went through with it in the end.
  • Person who has only seen Durarara!! anime:
  • *has already abandoned conversation*

naryle  asked:

so, for your botw zelink fanfic, can you maybe do like a re-imagining of the scene where Link tells Zelda the reason why he doesn't talk ( as stated in the diary )?

Today was the day. After the events of yesterday, Zelda had come to the realization that she needed to talk things out with her appointed knight. With Link. There was miscommunication between them, if that’s what you could call it. He never spoke a word, and that was probably why she misinterpreted him so badly. But she assumed the worst of him and let it show, and now was the time to put things right.

After she got dressed and left her room, she waited for her knight to arrive. Usually she would go on without him, uneager to have him join her, but not today. So when he finally arrived, the surprise in his eyes was unmistakeable.

“Good morning.” She said, and he nodded to her. “Link, could I talk to you privately?” She clasped her hands in front of her, fingers fidgeting together nervously. She had thought over what she was going to say all night, sleeping restlessly over it. Now it was time that she put all that had transpired between them to rest.

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