he so clearly loves her


“by monday, this will all be but a dream. trust me, no one will remember anything. except maybe that i accused cheryl of twincest.”

anonymous asked:

I want Lance to be actually important so bad but the idea of him not being blue's makes me SO SAD. he clearly loves her. And Keith being black's paladin would make red so angry and red deserves better than that. I want Lance to get a whole season devoted to how great he is but if he loses blue and isn't super sad over it my heart will shatter

my greatest hopes and dreams for season three:

-keith tries to pilot the black lion. the team goes on a mission (with keith leading it) but things are going terribly wrong until lance comes up with a plan that saves everyone.
-after this mission, red and black have a telepathic conversation (bc they’re robotic lions) and decide that keith is a really bad choice for black paladin (the other paladins and allura and coran have the same discussion).
-so then allura is chosen to be the black paladin.
-the team goes on a mission in which lance’s plan saves them (again). allura is still the black paladin.
-but allura has a lot on her plate as the leader of the general rebellion against the galra, the pilot of the black lion, and the pilot of the castle so. she’s Very Stressed.
-allura can handle the stress but coran is like, “um?? no?? take care of yourself. drink some water. take a nap.”
-and allura is like, “i’ll take a nap when i’m dead” and promptly falls asleep
-so the team has another meeting about who to make black paladin
-everyone is conflicted because they know allura and keith are out of the picture so they’re all like, “??? who can it be??”
-and hunk (because he’s a Bro) is like, “um you guys…lance”
-silence falls as they all turn to look at lance
-lance: i’m not a leader though??
literally everyone: are you fucking blind
-so black paladin lance!!
-Angst™ ensues as lance doesn’t want to give up piloting blue
-someone (coran) comes up to him and is like “chill. it’s just until we find shiro.”
-and lance tells the blue lion this
-allura goes to pilot blue for a mission (which has lance as the leader)
-mission goes well bc lance
-lance is the black paladin for some time 
-they find shiro
-lance goes back to piloting blue and is confident in himself
-boom everyone’s happy


favorite character meme » six scenes
↳ 6. watchdogs (3.14)

anonymous asked:

Oot zelink is what got me to ship zelink in the first place, the fact that Zelda cries when link gets hurt in the final battle with ganon is what I found to be pretty adorable.

Dude yes. Honestly? That totally did it for me. You can’t tell me she doesn’t care about him. She’s a Sheikah, trained to be silent she secretive and mysterious. But when Link is hurt, she can’t stop herself from crying out in fear for his safety. If she had known what was going to happen, I bet anything she would have taken each blow herself to spare him from anymore pain. She cares about her precious hero so much.


“ I think your days of rescuing me are over.”
“ Oh, you never really needed rescuing, Ace. You know that. “

I do now. “

Someone to Stay - AU

Previous chapters

Chapter 8

Her feet creaked on the landing, the wood protesting. She could hear something behind the door, and she was afraid to open it, but she followed an unknown pull that drew her hand to turn the knob.

The sounds were unmistakable. Their bodies writhed and a pillow tumbled to the floor. Warm, sugary-scented candlelight flickered over their faces. She’d seen enough—she turned and ran out of the room.

Her legs didn’t seem to want to obey her. Rushing down the stairs her feet caught on the carpeting and she tripped, falling, falling, falling…

Claire jerked awake, breathing hard. Beside her, Jamie stirred and flung his arm over her. She placed her hand over her heart, willing it to stop hammering.

“Are ye alright, Sassenach?” he asked sleepily.

“Yes. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Bad dream.”

“Weel, no wonder, I took all the blankets. Ye’re cold as ice—that’ll give ye the nightmare. Come here.” Jamie bundled her under the quilt; his own body radiated heat and she curled up against him, her head on his shoulder. Her heart was slowing down, and she closed her eyes, hoping to reclaim sleep.

Jamie’s hand stroked her arm lazily, while pressing small kisses into her hair. Claire was lulled, warm, the fear of her dream fading fast. After a few minutes, Jamie spoke.

“I’ll need to get up soon. I promised Jenny I’d help with the chores to free her up to get some Christmas things ready.”

“What time is it?” Claire mumbled. 

“Um… about 5, I think.”

“Oh God. It’s still dark out. It’s too early. You can’t go out there now. Stay. Here. With me.” She clung to him tighter, unwilling to let him out of the bed.

“A promise is a promise, Sassenach.” He extricated himself gently, pausing to run his fingers through her curls. “I like it. Looks like the bramble bush outside.”

Claire swatted him feebly, too tired to really try. She burrowed deeper into the bed, and Jamie kissed her nose. He dressed in the light of the leftover embers while she watched, and wanted.

“I’ll bring ye coffee. You don’t have to come wi’ me, Claire. I ken it’s yer vacation and up early the rest of the time. I’ll go milk the goats and pitch hay for the coos, they’ll be sufferin’ fer it.”


“Highland coos. Beautiful creatures.”

She peered over the quilt. “I’ve never seen one.”

“Dress warmly then. Ye’re about to meet the herd.” He turned to leave, but stopped. “Oh, and Sassenach?”


“Merry Christmas.”


The mountain air was icy but invigorating. Claire touched her cheeks, the wool mittens warm on her reddened skin. She pulled her scarf up higher around her face.

She and Jamie leaned against the fence, watching Jenny’s merino sheep baa and butt each other. It was only noon, but her body was exhausted; not only from their efforts last night, but from fetching and hauling and working alongside Jamie.

They stood quietly side by side, watching the animals’ antics. Their breath mingled in cloudy puffs, and Claire couldn’t remember when she had last been this happy.

He was in her like a livewire, after only weeks of knowing each other. It was too much, too soon, too fast. Too right. And her heart… the kiss in the alley had given it to Jamie irrevocably.

Claire took his hand in hers and clasped it tight. He smiled down at her, and sang, “Oh, the weather outside is frightful…

She laughed. “It’s not so bad now.”

“There’s snow coming soon. We’re expecting the band fer Hogmanay. When are ye due back to work, mo nighean donn?”

“January third. And your recording sessions?”

“Few days after that. We can have some time in London.” He kissed her briefly and they started back to the house.

The ancient stones stood grey and silent as they approached. Claire could glimpse Jenny in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the family. At the door, Jamie stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Claire, I have something for you,” he said. With a shy smile, he pulled a gold chain from his coat pocket. Dangling from it, was a gold ring with a ruby set in it. Jamie held it in front of Claire, the weight of the ring causing it to twirl. “It belonged to my da, and his da before him, on and on back. I usually wear it, but it can be a bit troublesome when playing guitar so… I’d left it here in Jenny’s care.”

Claire swallowed thickly, understanding the implications of his gift. This had belonged to his father; it was a tangible memory of family and belonging. By giving her this ring, Jamie made it clear he thought of her as part of him, intrinsic and bone-deep. She reached out to touch the gleaming stone, and smiled in acceptance.

Jamie undid the tiny clasp, the gold links of the chain delicate as filigree. He fastened it behind her neck, fingers lingering on her collarbones. Claire touched the ring, nestled against her sternum.

“Thank you,” she said softly, and he leaned in for a kiss. Then she came to a realization.

“Oh my God, I feel so bad, I didn’t get you anything! What with the shifts and all—”

“It doesna matter. I brought presents for the children, from both of us.” Jamie opened the door and removed his dirty boots before Jenny could protest. Claire imitated him, carefully removing her coat and layers. She was very much aware of the presence of the ring.

“Besides.” He turned and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her close enough for whispering.

“You gave me you.”


Jamie’s acoustic guitar playing Christmas carols and traditional Scottish songs reverberated with the myriad of voices singing along and laughing riotously. Everyone was absolutely soused, the drams flowing and never-ending.

The rest of The Clan had arrived, Rupert and Willy and Murtagh, to stay and celebrate Hogmanay and welcome the New Year. Rupert had cornered Claire and would not stop talking about Geillis. Claire lent a sympathetic ear and on the whole, rather liked the match between them; from the way Rupert talked about her friend, she suspected they were more serious than she had originally thought—and was glad for them. Willy was there, shy as ever, but joining in the loud choruses and tossing back drink after drink.

Murtagh joined Claire on the sofa by the fire, offering her a tumbler of Macallan. They toasted Christmas and Jamie and the Frasers in general. If he noticed Brian Fraser’s ring on Claire, he said nothing, but regaled her with stories of Jamie as a child and teenager. Every word Murtagh spoke revealed the tenderness involved in practically raising a child not his own. Claire wondered why Murtagh was single—deceiving surliness notwithstanding—when he clearly had so much love to give.

Jenny, however, was not blind. Her eyes had zeroed in on the ring around Claire’s neck the moment they stepped inside the house into her presence. Her eyes had widened but she said nothing outright. As the evening progressed and everyone’s inhibitions lowered significantly, now she approached Claire and sat next to her.

“That was my da’s,” Jenny said quietly, sipping from her own glass.

“Yes, Jamie told me.” Claire felt uncomfortable for a moment – Brian had also been Jenny’s da. Perhaps— “Do you not approve? Would you like me to give it back? Maybe you should have it for your own sons—”

Jenny waved her off. “I have my mam’s pearls and other things, for my daughters as well. This is Jamie’s to give as he will.” She reached out and touched a finger gently to the ruby, warmth on her face and in her voice. “And let me tell you—he could not have chosen someone worthier.”


Claire ground her hips against Jamie’s, one hand holding her steady above him. Firelight cast them into molten gold as each found their completion in the other’s body.

Jamie groaned as Claire rocked to find more friction, more heat, more of him. He kneaded her breasts, traced a finger down to her navel, and settled on the pulsing point of their union. Claire clenched around him, dissolving into a heap of spent limbs and curly hair. Their foreheads touched as Jamie took his pleasure, gasping into her ear.

Tha gaol agam ort. An-còmhnaidh.” His hands gently traced patterns on her back as she lay spent on top of him, too lazy and sated to shift next to him. Her skin pebbled in goose bumps as she shivered in delight.

“You’ll have to teach me the Gaidhlig,” she said, smiling. She propped her hands under her chin, resting on his chest. “I think I can only translate about 5 words. Not fair.”

“I can teach ye, Sassenach.” Jamie pushed her hair behind her ears, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Repeat after me. Tha gaol agam ort.”

Tha gaol agam ort.” Claire did her best to imitate his accent.

An-còmhnaidh.” Jamie caressed her face gently, tenderly.

“But what does it mean?” she insisted, pressing a kiss into the palm of his hand.

Jamie took a deep breath. “It means… I love ye. Always.”

Her breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she considered bolting. Rising from the bed, giving up the warmth and comfort of his body. Dressing fast in the demi-dark, leaving him behind. And her heart ached at the thought. So she allowed the brief wave of panic to wash over her, and let it go.

Jamie’s eyes were still on her, steadfast and unwavering. Claire met them bravely, whiskey and blue fire, and kissed his honey mouth.

Tha gaol agam ort. Always.”


she sounded… she sounded like herself. 

First Date - Rafael Barba

Rafael Barba x Reader

Summary: He was finally meeting up with the woman he had been texting from the gala he had to attend a couple of weeks back. This was their first date.

Rafael was big on good first impressions. Naturally, Rafael had to pick a fancy and well-rated restaurant for their first date. This restaurant was known for its seamless combination of cuisine from different countries. He thought it was the perfect place for a first date. It was one of those restaurants that had strict dress codes. Fortunately, he was always dressed so well, so he didn’t have to change before the date.

There was a warm glow from the candle that sat between them on a tiny and cozy table. They were sitting near a window with the view of the brightly lit street lights from the night. The dim surroundings and the smell of delicious food all felt so romantic. The restaurant had a pianist and a band playing live music that added romance to the atmosphere. From the moment they sat down, they were filled with chatter of stories from their childhoods, to embarrassing stories in college. They both had very different experiences, so their dinner was filled with smiles and laughter. 

They were on their last course of the night, dessert. Rafael admitted that when it came to dessert, he could be indecisive. So, he ordered a couple of plates so they could share. She was beyond charmed by him. Maybe it was the sugary sweetness that delighted her every taste bud, but everything looked a lot like love to her.

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Blaise: So I told Draco he clearly is in love with her and should just go up and say hello

Blaise: He was so nervous due to the whole letting Death Eaters into the school and kind of killing Dumbledore

Blaise: Also he made fun of Hagrid a lot but she already slapped him for that

Blaise: And I think he kicked Crookshanks once

Draco: Get to thE POINT

Blaise: Sorry mate

Blaise: Let’s lift a glass for these two finally getting married after what they put their friends through


Blaise: Cheers!


Draco: I desperately need new friends

anonymous asked:

do you think cersei abuses jaime.

i don’t know anon, what do you call a relationship between siblings that’s initiated by the sibling with the more dominant personality (i mean if u don’t see that cersei has the dominant personality between them i don’t know what to tell you), who manipulates the other sibling into giving up his birthright in order to become a pyromaniac’s bodyguard, who would’ve dropped her relationship with Jaime if only she had been married to Rhaegar, who offers him sex in exchange for killing his brother, who cheats and lies to him,  who throws plates at him when he doesn’t do what she’s asked and who thinks of him as her property so much that she pretty much murders her best friend at 12 years old because she dared to show an interest in Jaime. I mean, yeah, I do. And like I said, so would the majority of fandom if the genders were reversed. Or you know…if they were both women. ;)

Edit: obviously i’m talking about book!Cersei, Lena’s Cersei is less horrible in general but my perception of Cersei’s been mostly influenced by the books since i read the first 3 before the show started


And it’s different from a sexual kiss. It’s different from making out. It’s different. A kiss goodbye is more than that. It’s true love, the love that we saw registered on the computer at the end of season five. Jeff loves Annie. That’s different from being compatible with Annie. That’s different from understanding Annie. He loves her. With all of his heart and all of his crotch and all of his brain, he loves Annie. He’s 20 years older than her. Her life is just beginning. His life isn’t ending, but here he is at Greendale. So he has to kiss her goodbye. And she’s clearly in love with him but still searching for herself. I think she’s going from being this two-dimensional type-A personality into being a woman. Full control of her faculties and she gets it. She can make these choices. You know, that’s her owning her young adulthood. And so they’re kissing goodbye for now. And they do love each other very much. -Dan Harmon’s commentary during Emotional Consequences of Broadcast Television.

Hahahahahahahah Root busting in on every operation to tell people that THAT MAN IS NOT [whatever undercover alias], HE’S THE ARCHITECT OF THE FUTURE

And Harold be like “please…root no…y u gotta blow my cover”


he’s the ARCHITECT

of the FUTURE

“root pls”


Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Recap: June 15th/16th

So as some of you who read my tags may have guessed, I went to see the play again this week. I wanted to hit a nice round number before my first anniversary of seeing Cursed Child next Wednesday, and I’ve been hearing such good things about how the new cast are developing that I couldn’t resist. I was not disappointed.

I’d been told that the show is almost unrecognisable from how it was on the 24th and 25th of May, and while that is not entirely accurate, it is so much more than what it was. My impression, particularly on the 24th, was of something raw and skeletal, that needed filling out. The bare bones were all there, but there wasn’t much detail, simply because they hadn’t had very much time to explore. And now they’re 13 shows in, the detail is definitely coming.

I’m not going to do a full on line-by-line recap, but I have too much to say not to write something, so I think this will just be a summary of things I loved from each of the actors, and maybe a little bit about a couple of my favourite scenes. I’ll attempt to keep this short (wish me luck).

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anonymous asked:

Ross is becoming so cruel, what with comments like “not every man in Cornwall is besotted with you” and “look elsewhere for a pet”. I’m hating him as much as I did in season 2. (In season 2 he was a fool and an ass, but he wasn’t saying cruel things like that.) I don’t remember Ross being that way in the books. But I know why they’re doing it…to make everyone root for Demelza having a fling

Don’t hate Ross, anon. Just don’t. He doesn’t deserve it.

comments like “not every man in Cornwall is besotted with you”

I was irritated by this first time around, but when I watched it again, I took more note of his tone of voice. He actually doesn’t say it cruelly, he says it with a measure of fondness.

What he doesn’t do, however, is match Demelza’s teasing tone. She is clearly a) slightly flustered by Hugh’s attention, and b) trying to have a teasing conversation with him along the lines of the conversation they had in bed after Ross’s return from Roscoff (about French beauties and whether he partook of them). She’s trying to draw him into that flirty, teasing banter that they’ve shared before. When he dismisses her with ‘I didn’t notice’, she’s the one to say perhaps she imagined it - and Ross doesn’t hear the way she suddenly sounds subdued, and so doesn’t respond to it. He makes a fond comment about not every man in Cornwall being besotted with her, but the implication in that is that he is besotted with her.

What upsets Demelza is that he doesn’t register her intention of flirting, and I think, also, it’s that it comes in the wake of what happened that day: he didn’t want to dance with her and he was so eager to get away from the party (which was, after all, the wedding reception for their dearest friends). Ross dislikes the attention he’s getting as ‘hero of Quimper’, but though I think Demelza knows that, she’s also very proud of him and so can’t really understand why he dislikes it (there is a difference between knowing something and understanding it). And also, she enjoys these events. One could argue that she should accept what he wants and agree not to go to them, but one could also argue that Ross could stomach them and behave better towards her on the extremely rare occasions when he agrees to them in the first place! We are literally talking a handful of occasions across eight years of marriage, at this point. I don’t think she would be asking for the moon in wanting him to at least dance with her when appropriate - though I can also understand Ross feeling that he’s getting attention he doesn’t deserve because of one risky adventure he undertook to save a friend, in the process getting another friend killed. I can see both sides here.

The problem is that they’re just not communicating well enough about it - which is frustrating to watch, both because that’s the same problem they had all through s2, and because by this point in the books they’ve both got a heck of a lot better about actually talking to each other.

On a side note to this - Ross actually does like taking her places in the books. He doesn’t like the events, looks for all excuses not to accept invitations, but he finds pleasure in Demelza’s happiness, and likes that she’s grown more confident. We got a bit of that in the episode, with Pascoe prodding Ross to take Demelza to Tehidy because she enjoys it (hi, Pascoe, Demelza’s biggest cheerleader!) but they could have added in a brief word, say in the entrance hall at Tehidy, between Ross and Demelza to the effect that he’s pleased she’s happy. Not those words precisely, but something to that effect. But that’s by the by, and not really relevant to the point, heh.

“look elsewhere for a pet”

Okay, agreed, that was a particularly harsh comment. Ross ought to have a better understanding of Demelza than that. She doesn’t want a pet, a husband content to do her bidding and acquiesce to her opinion over everything, she wants a partner, she wants her husband to remember that she is intelligent and capable and full of common sense. She doesn’t want him to do what she wants, but she does want him to at least consult her and listen to her opinions. He knows these things about her, he has already accepted and acknowledged her great sense and capabilities - for example, making it clear to everyone that she’s in charge of Wheal Grace while he went to Quimper. So many of the problems they had in s2 came from Ross not respecting Demelza’s intelligence and not consulting her about things - again, it’s not about her wanting him to do things her way, it’s about wanting him to treat her as an equal. Think about that conversation in the barn about building a cache under the library, in s2 - she demands to know how he dares ask for her permission when he’ll go ahead and do it no matter what she says. She’s not angry because he doesn’t do what she wants, she’s angry at the pretence at consultation.

So yes, a harsh comment and completely uncalled for given how well he knows her. However! I have two things to say in his defence.

The first is that Ross, when he’s angry or upset, has a sharp, cold tongue. He does that again and again. To Demelza particularly, but to others also. When he’s hurting, he lashes out and is very capable of finding a weakness and poking at it. Sometimes it’s direct, sometimes less so, but it’s a character trait that is not new. Think about 1.03, when he comes back drunk after failing Jim Carter - ‘If you don’t take it off this minute you can pack your things and go back to your father!’.

Or 1.07: ‘Your ignorance. Your arrogance. Your utter disregard for truth and consequence?’ ‘All I’ve done is make two people happy!’ ‘Oh, Demelza, do not underestimate the scale of your achievement.’

Or even the more casual, less deliberate/more provoked 2.03: ‘Just be careful his uniform doesn’t dazzle you. It has that effect on some people.’ ‘Especially a common miner’s daughter who don’t know any better?’ ‘That’s for you to demonstrate.’ (more provoked in the sense that he doesn’t actually say the words, but he certainly uses them against her).

So yes, this is not the kind of comment that particularly surprises me coming from Ross when he’s hurting and angry and backed into some corner. Unlike most of his comments, it’s not actually particularly based in an understanding of her character, which is unusual, but even so.

And that’s the second thing I would say in his defence: he is hurting. He is angry. He has just had a letter from George Warleggan to say that his great-aunt has died. The last of the Trenwith Poldarks, one of the last connections to a different life, a woman who Ross loved and cared for and respected. And, knowing George, it was couched in the plainest, most unsympathetic terms. Ross doesn’t ever deal with loss well: we know that. Think of Jim Carter, of Julia, of Carnmore Copper Company. Think of his struggle to cope with the loss of more intangible things, such as his idealised love for Elizabeth, and the family bonds at Trenwith. This is not a good day for Ross. Then Demelza comes after him and tells him that George doesn’t mention anything about funeral arrangements. That’s another weight to carry, another bruise to a bruised man, particularly since Ross must know, as we do, that George would never ever allow Ross to actually take care of funeral arrangements himself (and, on that note, George you do NOT get to do that, how on EARTH did Elizabeth not tell him what it would look like in the county, to quietly and without ceremony bury Agatha Poldark?!?! And what about Verity?!?).

And then Demelza raises the issue of the MP nomination going to George, and she argues with him about it. I won’t go into all the whys of why she argues for it, why she wants him to be an MP, because it’s not relevant to the point - which is that this is not a good time for anyone to be prodding at Ross’s open wounds. And one of those open wounds is the news of Agatha’s death, but another is George’s continued inability to just act as if Ross and all those around Ross don’t exist - which is, after all, what he and Ross had agreed to. Ross knows how George treated Agatha. He knows that George likely hastened Agatha’s death. And setting aside his feelings about not wanting to be in a position of having to bow to another man’s judgement, hearing more bad news about George is really not going to produce any other result than it does: Ross grows more angry, more hurt, and lashes out in typical fashion.

As I said, setting aside her reasons for wanting him to be an MP and his reasons for not wanting to, it’s bad timing for Demelza to bring it up then. So don’t hate Ross for it, anon. He’s just…reacting the way he always does. Trying to inflict hurt on others because he’s hurting himself.

I don’t remember Ross being that way in the books. But I know why they’re doing it…to make everyone root for Demelza having a fling

No, in the books Ross is rarely cruel to her. He has mostly grown beyond sharpening his tongue on her, because she can’t cope with it, it destroys her, and he hates doing that to her. But also their relationship doesn’t develop this strain, at this point. The way they were in the early part of the episode? Friendly and loving and teasing, supporting each other? That’s where they are for the vast majority of The Four Swans.

And yes, unfortunately it seems likely that they’re building up to the reasons for Demelza’s infidelity. Her muttered comment of ‘perhaps I won’t have to look too far’ seems to suggest that - using his (in-character) sharp tongue as a reason for her to look elsewhere for some kindness. I don’t want to speculate too much, though. What comforts me is the fact that Hugh Armitage, so far, is absolutely book!accurate. Somehow it comes across so unmistakeably clearly on screen that he is not in love with her, he thinks he’s in love with her. He’s a Romantic, he’s idealistic, he fancies the hell out of her, but he cannot be in love with her because he does not know her. So Hugh’s flattery, his deceit (it is a kind of deceit, to be wooing the wife of a man who he calls friend, a man who saved his life), is absolutely not being watered down. I just hope that it’s not all made so horribly black and white as it seems to be. Demelza doesn’t have sex with Hugh because of Ross. Ross basically has nothing to do with it. It’s her wish to be two women, just for a day - to be Ross’s wife, loving him and happy with him, but also to be able to share her happiness with Hugh, who is young and innocent and who appeals to her physically.

Anyway. I’ve talked about all that before, and I won’t bore you with it again, because this answer has grown quite long enough :D just don’t hate Ross, anon. The only character who deserves your hate is Osborne Whitworth, who is a vile, disgusting creature.

I know I’ve looked at this like literally a bazillion times but i just point something out cause well… yeah..

Just look at his face… he really really REALLY loves her. Even in the wariness that he obviously, and rightfully has its showing through. The clenched fist of someone whose hurt but still loves the person they are holding just the same.  The face working with those conflicted emotions, and the love and wanting to just forgive them them taking over.

Like he could literally stand there and hug her forever if he hasn’t needed that question answered so bad.  He had here there and was relieved to have her there but he just needed to know before he could unball that fist and lay it flat and and squeezed the hell out of her.  To let her all the way back in cause he clearly wants to.

But you can see it so clearly on his face. He really fucking loves her so much. How you can’t see that is beyond me.

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ALEX AND JO IN EVERY EPISODE || Things We Lost in the Fire (12x08)

This isn’t working. I need someone in my corner, and the more I look at it, the only person I have is me. And I don’t want to make you choose between me and your friends – your friend – but I can’t keep feeling like everyone’s second choice, especially not yours. So I’m gonna go stay with Steph for a while. 

Jo, stop.

Oh, my god, Alex, you suck at proposing!

anonymous asked:

I hope I am not a bother, but I think one of the best things about Snarry is Severus' intense capability for love and seeing his undying loyalty in action with someone who is living. I was wondering if you knew of any fics like that, like where the full force of Severus' love is focused on Harry? Sorry if I was unclear or annoying

Oh honey you’re not being annoying at all. I love getting asks and you’re in luck because this is my actual favorite Snarry trope of all time sfhlslklfhlfss. Snape’s capacity for love, his sense of loyalty, and his drive to protect other people (”lately only those I could not save” indeed) s l a y s  me. 

Here’s some fics from my ao3 bookmarks that I think fall into this category (potionsmasters avert your eyes towards the end because That Fic You Hate is gonna be on here). 

Transitive Property (2,745 words)

“I’m glad we’re friends now, Severus,” Harry said. He avoided adding, “And that you survived the war,” but Snape definitely heard it. “But you don’t need to come take care of me when I’m ill.“ 

 A little sickfic. Very, very sweet. I reread this about once a week.

Can’t Take The Sky (57,686 words)

One thing Dumbledore never told Harry about horcruxes, is that they are harder to destroy than to create.

Kind of dark and with a bit of a downer ending if we’re being honest here, but this absolutely fulfills your requirements; I’d go into detail but I don’t want to spoil it for you. Heed the author’s tags. 

The Beating Of This Fragile Heart  (33,139 words)

After the war, the last thing Severus Snape needs is the memory of a fleeting wartime kiss and a very persistent Harry Potter thwarting his plans to live a peaceful and solitary life. It’s only when Harry’s life is endangered that Severus is finally forced to confront his feelings head on.

I don’t remember reading this fic, tbh, but I bookmarked it around the time when I was easily reading a 70k Snarry fic a day so maybe I just blurred it together with something else. The description would seem to fit your search parameters. I should reread it probably. 

Laventadorn’s series The Never Ending Road (615,388 words, still being updated)

AU. When Lily died, Snape removed his heart and replaced it with a steel trap. But rescuing her daughter from the Dursleys in the summer of ’92 is the first step on a long road to discovering this is less true than he’d thought. A girl!Harry story, starting in Chamber of Secrets and continuing through Deathly Hallows. Future Snape/Harriet. Chamber of Secrets through Goblet of Fire is now complete. Order of the Phoenix is in progress.

Do not make the same mistake I did several months ago in passing over this story because it’s incomplete and features female!Harry. It is so good. It is so good. I cannot impress upon you how much you should, if you are looking for “Snape’s capacity for love and loyalty” fics, read this massive fic. The reading of these characters that I keep voicing to people when I tell them about this fic is that Harriet develops a crush on Snape based on the fact that he keeps flinging himself into danger on her behalf. Half way through GoF he makes an Unbreakable Vow to always protect her (it’s already had some frankly terrible consequences and I am positive will have some worse ones further down the road). It’s so heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. Snape is so wonderful and brave and loyal and he so clearly loves her, but he’s so closed off and stubborn and has close to zero emotional intelligence and is just generally a miserable old bat and I love watching the two of them interact as Harriet slowly learns not to take him too seriously because he’s got no idea what he’s doing when it comes to her. Gah. I love this fic and I’m so excited to see where it goes. 

Desolation Row (4808 words)

Five stages of grief, prison!fic style. 

Oooh boy is this angsty. I won’t spoil it for you but it definitely falls under “Snape’s intense capability for love and undying loyalty”. This is still haunting me, tbh. This particular author has that effect on me.

The Boy Who Died A Lot (71,767 words, although if you’d rather listen to it I’ve done five of the seven chapters into a podfic… I should really finish that up one of these days lmao)

Harry’s always been known as The Boy Who Lived. Only Severus knows that this is a lie. (Or: a portrait of Severus Snape, in seven acts.)

I love this fic with all my heart. It was one of the first Snarry fics I read and it plays on one of my favorite time travel tropes. If you can overlook some plotholes (which I can, I’m definitely a Stephen Moffat when it comes to writing in that as long as the thing makes me Feel All The Things and has reasonably consistent characterization I’m not too bothered about whether the logic is airtight) and don’t mind the fact that this is… ridiculous in some places (the author states that it started out as a crackfic and it shows) you should be good. Quite funny a lot of the time, but also angsty. Absolutely demonstrates Snape’s love and loyalty. Goddamn. I love this fic. 

Hopefully there’s something on here you’ve not read, I know I’ve seen a lot of these in other fic rec lists (that’s how I found them, after all). Thanks again for the ask!

Bones finding out that Sulu has a young daughter that he never gets to see, and immediately feeling his heart go out. Bones asking after Demora at every opportunity and watching Sulu light up at the chance to brag. Bones recommending extra shore leave shifts for Sulu for “medical reasons” whenever Ben is able to bring Demora to where the Enterprise is docked. Bones bringing little trinkets back for Sulu from the away missions he doesn’t get to go on so that he can give them to Demora and get in return one of those thousand-watt, worshipping smiles that Bones misses so much from when Joanna was that age.

Bones dropping by Sulu’s quarters on Demora’s birthdays, after Sulu has ended the video call with his little girl and the big smile he wore for her has faded. Bones listening with an empathetic ear while Sulu tells stories about his daughter and admits how much he misses her. Bones helping Sulu record little videos for her, everything from encouraging tutorials on the subjects she’s struggling with in school to ridiculous music videos that Bones can barely get through without cracking up to heartfelt messages that sometimes get far too serious and end with Bones putting down the recording equipment and and just sitting quietly with Sulu while he wipes the tears from his eyes. Bones promising Sulu that Demora will understand one day, that she won’t hate him for being gone so often, that she’ll be proud of the father who clearly loves her so much. Bones privately wishing he could be certain of that himself.

Bones being paged to the transporter room one day and arriving to find Sulu with his arm around Joanna, both of them beaming from ear to ear. Bones running across the room and gathering his little girl - not so little anymore - into his arms and burying his face in her hair to hide the fact that he’s the one with teary eyes now. Bones finding out that Sulu reached out to Joanna months ago and they’ve been plotting this surprise ever since. Bones watching Joanna beam away again with a heavy heart and feeling Sulu’s hand on his shoulder. Bones listening to Sulu telling him that he was right.