he's too busy shipping it

It wasn’t for another week or so at sea that Gaster and the mystery elemental finally got the chance to speak. Gaster was too busy learning the way the ship worked, when he was needed, and when he could rest. Too busy to keep track of the wanderings of a single sailor on a ship with dozens of mixing and changing hands. What Gaster did notice was that the elemental’s light could be glanced on the ship at night, keeping charge of the watch most often when the ship grew close to the coastline. He could douse every lamp with just the snap of his fingers – a handy skill to have aboard a ship that constantly had need of stealth.

Coincidentally, it was during these times at night that Gaster could get his most accurate readings of location and heading, measuring the stars and moon above them.

It was with this happenstance that Gaster finally caught the elemental alone for a few moments aboard the deck, whilst the stars in the sky turned above them. The elemental watched the stars intently, his gaze locked on the colored souls that hung up in the heavens. It seemed a good point of small talk and introduction.

“So,” Gaster called across to the monster nearby him, voice ringing pleasant and soft in the silence, “Do you ever wonder which one will fall next?”

The elemental turned a quiet gaze towards him, and Gaster sputtered a bit nervously.

“Uh… the Souls I mean.”

The elemental regarded him for a long moment before turning a thoughtful gaze towards the sky. He spoke with a voice that was soft, and flickered like the crackling of a hearth fire. Every syllable he spoke was wreathed in smoke and a confusing sort of assuredness that took Gaster off-guard.

“It will be Bravery. I know it will.”

anonymous asked:

Why do you ship NaruHina? I like every other ships of you but not NaruHina. I will never forget the fact that Hinata commented about how manly and big and warm Naruto's hand was although Neji literally sacrificed himself a moment before and his dead body lied in front of them.

I get where you’re coming from. First off, I want to reiterate that Neji dying that way was bullshit. We’re supposed to believe that a wooden projectile was flying at some precise magical speed where it would pierce and cause fatal injury to one and only one human body, without further traveling through that body to pierce the bodies on the other side of it; yet Neji couldn’t knock it away with Kaiten (Revolving Heaven) or another badass taijutsu move? The narrative tells us via Hiashi’s thought bubble that Neji’s moves “won’t be enough” but it’s bullshit. That is contrived bullshit. It’s the opposite of a Deus Ex Machina. Kishimoto needed somebody “important” to die to up the emotional stakes and make people fear for their faves, and Neji was the best pick because killing him also does away with that inconvenient “fate” and “branch house” plot line from early Naruto.

Now that we’ve dealt with Neji, back to Hinata. Basically, while I think it was bullshit for Neji not to be able to deal with the threat, I don’t think Hinata’s action of attempting to be a human shield and nothing more was out of character. Hinata is not a very good ninja. I wouldn’t bet on her ability to pull off a move to block the projectiles or to track them at Neji’s level. Moreover, Hinata has a pattern here and in Pain’s attack of more or less a death wish. Basically, Hinata values her own life and contributions so little that she is willing to risk certain death if it can buy Naruto-kun even a one in a million chance at another minute of being alive.

Note that I’m not saying this is a good thing. But I see it as in keeping with her temperament coupled with her childhood. She ought to be, at this point, in a better world, still in the first half of her character development.

(In my better world, after destroying the wooden projectiles with revolving heaven, Neji turns and asks her what the hell she was thinking doing that and we get a character development scene for both Hinata and Neji. Obito’s big speech about comrades dying? Um, why were the hundreds, maybe thousands of other corpses littering the fields after the projectile attack not enough for that? Oh, right, because none of those corpses had names, therefore nobody gives a shit.)

But back to the darkest timeline. Hinata’s comment about Naruto’s hand is coming at the tail end of a speech about basically “we have to go on, we can’t stop to grieve now, if we give up, that’s when they truly die”. Essentially, snap out of it and keep going forward. Kurama and so on pitches in too and Naruto renews his resolve, and takes Hinata’s hand as part of this resolve.

So. In this scenario about committing to life in the midst of death, Hinata’s focus on the tactile, grounding sensation of Naruto’s hand, and what it represents, makes complete sense to me.

Going back to why Neji dying was bullshit, literally everything about the rest of this scene could have happened the exact same way without Neji dying, provided you actually give a shit about people who die who don’t have names, an enormous problem in Naruto.

For my other reasons why I like NaruHina, I refer you to this post I made earlier on the subject.

I am… uh… not terribly popular among Tumblr NaruHina fandom though, for the record.

concept: t'challa and bucky get into a fight because they find out that both of them have given tony the pet name of ‘kitten’

(Spoilers)

(Remember, I still haven’t seen the second movie)

I actually headcanon that those Ravagers that stayed loyal to Yondu during the mutiny were also those Ravagers that liked Peter, in a way. Think about it - while I love the idea that Yondu taught Peter everything he needed to know to be a good Ravager, that wouldn’t really be possible, since Yondu is the Captain of the whole ship - he is frankly too busy to take care of a child 24/7. Sure, there was Kraglin, but Kraglin and Peter didn’t seem to be that close during the movies and Kraglin was first mate, so he, too, was too busy and couldn’t play favorites.

So instead of Yondu alone, there had to be other Ravagers to take care of Peter. Oblo, Tullk… the ones who stayed true to Yondu and did not think of him as weak or soft because he refused to sell Peter.

Perhaps one of them taught Peter how to fist-fight, getting into serious trouble when he accidentally gave the boy a nasty bump and Yondu misunderstood (Peter saved him from the arrow after that, explaining the situation). Perhaps another showed the child how to use the gadgets needed for thieving. Someone else gave teenager Peter tips how to flirt with women, only for the men to laugh themselves silly when Peter failed the first few times.

Surely, Yondu would caught wind of it, and stop by every now and then to check up on the boy’s successes, nodding to himself when he saw Peter getting better and better. But he couldn’t have been the only one who taught Peter, right?

Just, one weird, crazy family of Ravagers, trying their best to raise a child in their ranks, being proud of the smart outlaw they managed to raise.

Peter didn’t turn out that bad, after all.

Second Chances//Part 2

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Words: 1025
Pairings: Reader x Wells; Reader x Bellamy
Warning: None?
Episode: 1x01 Pilot

       Next thing you knew, you were standing, waiting for the door to open. The door that would reveal Earth, the door separating you from either life or death. The door opened, and the girl from the floor was the first to exit. Seeing as she did not die, everyone else followed behind her.

       You hesitated. You had dreamt of this moment for ages. You wanted to experience all the stories from the book that took place on Earth. But most of all, you desired to see the ocean and feel the sand between your toes. Though, you couldn’t find yourself able to step off the dropship door. 

        You looked around and felt a twinge of disappointment as there was no ocean to be seen.

        “Be brave, be brave.” You whispered, trying to convince yourself to step off and onto the dirt. “Be brave.” And with that, you stepped off, your foot hitting the soft dirt that coated the ground. You smiled, you actually did it, you were actually there on Earth. The place you dreamt about. You eyes searched the horizon, which was just trees as far as you could tell.

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Trouble- Cassian Andor

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Prompt: Jealous/Overprotective Cassian with fluff ending

Warnings: None that I can think of other than the fact that this fic is a monster lol SO LONG

A/N: This took my DAYS so I really hope it turned out alright <3 I did a lot of research, but I also made up a lot of things so if any of it’s wrong, you’ll just have to suspend your disbelief and find it in your hearts to forgive me lol thank you for reading and hope you like it! xD


“Cassian has asked me to inform you that we will be leaving for Kafrene shortly.”

I placed my hands on my hips, raising both eyebrows. K2 stared back, although it was impossible to tell the expression on his face considering he was a robot. Usually I had to wait for him to open his mouth to pinpoint what kind of mood he was in.

“What? He couldn’t drag himself back here and tell me himself?” I asked, turning and heading back into my room to grab my jacket from the bed. “Didn’t take you for an errand boy, K2!” I called over my shoulder.

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Bryke: That felt a bit forced to me.

Bryke: If it seems out of the blue to you, I think a second viewing of the last two seasons would show that perhaps you were looking at it only through a hetero lens.

the-dummy-plug  asked:

i know damn near nothing about Voltron but you're telling me people don't think Zarkon's hot?

people are too busy arguing about ships to acknowledge how hot he is or they insist he’s ugly

like imagine having such terrible taste that you think zarkon’s ugly. the man aged like a fine wine and he’s the definition of scalie fanservice

ppl: u know u dont have to ship harry with every single man he ever interacts with :/

me, too busy shipping harry with every single man he’s ever interacted with to hear what you said: huh?

War Wounds

Part II.

In one world, Felix stabs Tucker, and Tucker stands back up. In one world he endures phantom pain and scar tissue and nightmare, but he survives, and continues to survive, and be a survivor. He learns his way around soldiers and death and can smile at it, the same way he smiles at his friends. He lives and he stands beside Washington as they face a new enemy, in one world.

This is not that world.

Part I.

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Summary of Miraculous Ladybug

For those, like me, who don’t regularly follow the show.

There are two idiots at the same school.

These two idiots are also two superheroes.

One is a bug.

One is a cat.

The girl ships herself with the boy.

The bug does not ship herself with the cat.

The cat ships himself with the bug.

The boy ships himself with the cat.

To summarize a summary:

The miraculous ladybug is a show about an idiot boy/cat who ships himself with himself and it is glorious.

Guess who’s in Charet hell now? This person. Thanks @coulsart

For those who don’t know: Charet is a ship between a grown up Muffet and coulsart’s interpretation of Chara from Undertale. Basically a combination of poisoned honey and a saltlick. It’s great. 

Do you ever think about how many bullets were put in Maine’s throat? Like… There’s an artery and shit. What the fuck, Maine.

“EDI,” Shepard started, her heart thumping in his chest, hysterics building inside her, “did you- did you just send my message to Garrus’ father?”

“Yes, Shepard, was I not supposed to?”

“Oh shit.” She laughed, if there was a note of hysterical laughter no one would ever know.

APIEN CREST - TREBIA - PALAVEN

Tidus Vakarian sighed as his omni-tool beeped with a new message, he rubbed his eyes, taking his eyes off his ailing wife. Cassia was getting worse by the day and there was nothing he could do, no viable treatment, even with the Salarian’s offer to take her into their facility for study and treatment.

He sighed at the unknown address, if it was another spam with another useless offer of treatment-!

He blinked as he opened the message.

From: Commander S. Shepard, Normandy SR-2

Dear Mr Vakarian Senior, 
(sorry Garrus never mentioned your actual name for some unknown reason).

I hope this message finds you well,

My name is Commander Shepard, Hero of the Citadel and first Human Spectre. I am writing to you with regards to your son, Garrus Vakarian who is currently under my command.

I have a lucrative proposition for you. I would like to demand that you marry your son off to me, as I am afraid he is currently too busy calibrating the shit out of my ship to notice my rather obvious advances. He seems to be entirely oblivious to my desire to ride the G-Train, and believe me sir, I have NOT been subtle. I have tried everything, slinky dresses, re-enacting Basic Instinct, following his every whim, up to and including day light murder and severe structural damage to the Citadel, but to no avail.

I am afraid that you are now my only hope. I understand your reservation, Garrus has communicated to me your distrust of Spectres, however I would like to point out that I have thus far cooperated with the Citadel Council dumb-ass decisions, and complained about it just a little bit, only 3 people got injured!

But what do you get out of this? That is an excellent question sir. First of all, I would make an excellent daughter in law. You would never see me as I will be too busy kicking ass and taking names, so no awkward family dinners. Furthermore, as far as I understand, if me and Garrus do end up mashing genitals, no offspring is biologically possible, so no sticky hand prints, annoying screaming and bodily fluids on the carpet. And finally, I have been known to set off nuclear grade explosions for the people in my care, so your obsessive, irritating asshat of a son, will be safe, and also probably far far away from you. So it is a win win situation for everyone!

I thank you for your time and consideration, I look forward to hearing from you soon! Please get back to me soon, I already picked out the Wedding Armour.

Many thanks, Kind regards,
Commander Shepard.*

Tidus barked a laughter, his sub-vocals thrumming with amusement, that was a weight off his shoulders at least, knowing his boy was alive and well and as obtuse as ever when it came to the fairer gender, if he was honest with himself, he’d say it was something Garrus may have inherited from him, but he avoided the annoying truths these days.

“Tidus?” Came a voice to his right, as he looked up, he hummed at his wife, her eyes clear with recognition, “what’s going on?”

He thrilled with humour, sitting on the bed besides her as he showed Cassia the message, “your son’s an idiot.”

Cassia hummed as she glanced at the message “he gets it from you.”

“Shush you, I was never that bad.” He laughed, sub-vocals thrumming with relief and love.

“No, you were worse.” Cassia stated with an twitch of her mandible, “what is this Basic Instinct the Commander’s talking about?”

“I’ve no idea, light of my life.” He smiled, opening the Extranet for research.

SOMEWHERE IN THE ISMAR FRONTIER - NORMANDY SR2 - HANGAR

Shepard laughed as she laid on her back, Jack looming with biotics over her, “cheater! I said ‘no biotics’.”

“All’s fair in love an war, isn’t that what you told me?” Jack sat back, dismissing the dark energy keeping Shepard still, not even a bead of sweat on her body as she kept the struggling woman still.

“Unless we specify terms, but yeah.” She smiled at herself, sparing with Jack always got her spirits up, sure she’d rather spare with Garrus, among other things, but since he was still busy ignoring her and calibrating the giant guns instead of something else…

Her Omni-tool beeped at the same time as EDI’s voice drifted through the cargo bay, announcing she had a new message at her private terminal. She stretched, bending forward with her arms high up her back until she had an up close look at her thighs, the bones on her back popping with the extortion.

“Who is it?” She asked as Jack scoffed then rolled her eyes, Shepard just smirked at the inked woman, he had offered to teach Jack to teach her how to stretch, but the other woman had refused. Ah well.

“I do not have access to your correspondence, Shepard.” The AI responded, to which all Sophia could do was roll her eyes, yes EDI didn’t have access to emails, and Sophia was the daughter of clowns.

“Stop lying EDI, before I deactivate your programming and reduce you to a VI again.” She said, snorting. She strengthened, opening the Omni-tool and grinning.

From: Tidus Vakarian

Commander, I am Tidus Vakarian, Garrus’s father, and I hope this finds you well.

Maybe I should start by thanking you for your email, as unintentional as it was probably sent. Not only have you confirmed that my son is, indeed, alive, but you’ve managed what Solana and I have been trying for the past year. It has been the first time in over 6 months, Palaven-time, that I’ve see my wife laugh and recognise my other child, Commander, and for that I thank you.

I have no idea how you wrapped Garrrus around to follow you, but rest assured that you’ve got him wrapped around your human fingers and bound to your very will. It is not my place to grant you your wish, only Garrus can do that, but - as my wife so fondly reminds me - Garrus is as bad as a Turian as I used to be. If you need my permission you have it, Spirits know Garrus doesn’t come home anyway, so your offer would at least keep him safe (nuclear explosions? Really?)

Also, Cassia tells me that I’m still am a bad Turian, and I’ve no idea what she’s talking about.

If you manage to get Garrus to visit before your mission’s over, I’ll even officiate it myself.

Cassia would also like to let you know that your ‘Basic Instinct’ would never work on a Turian, since we are ‘wired’ to notice long necks and supportive waists, of which you’ve got plenty to interest my son, if you excuse the forwardness.

Fondly yours,
Tidus Vakarian.

Holly - foresight

(recommended listening)

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It was not a lie when Fenris said he remembered Hawke’s touch as if it were yesterday, but it was not the whole truth. Try as he might, he could not find the words to explain how her touch seemed a living thing, bright and changing as a school of fish, always just out of reach, or how he would wake in the night, and remember her sleeping beside him, as careless of her safety as a newborn kitten. She carried her trust to him that night, whole and complete, and slept beside him without a single fear to cloud her dreams.

And he had shattered it.

They still have not talked about that night, in any substantial way. Perhaps, he thinks, watching her pause in the streets before his house to relace her boot, there is no need. Any harm has been forgiven, and the air between them is no longer fogged and laden with pain.

He even kissed her, once, marveling at how easily she rose when he took her hand, how she smiled as she closed her eyes. But there has been nothing since, though he has followed her on too many misadventures to count since then. And now she comes to his door, her arms filled with packages and her hair piled high on her head, humming and smiling, her skin dusted gold by the sunlight.

“I come bearing gifts,” she says, breezing past him when he holds the door open for her. “If they still count gifts when I plan on enjoying them as well, that is.”

“One could argue that they do, depending on the spirit in which they are given,” he replies, hesitating with his hand on the latch before driving the bolt home. “What have you brought tonight?”

Sly, delighted pride fills Hawke’s face the way wine fills a glass; Fenris finds himself smiling at the clean curve of her cheek as she hands a package to him. “Go ahead. Open it.” She fairly bounces on her heels as he pulls twine and paper free, and casts them to the side.

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Emma Swan has more than enough to deal with. For one, her son believes the entire town of Storybrooke is cursed. She definitely doesn’t have time for the mysterious pawnbroker, Killian Jones, even if Henry insists that he’s the prince she’s meant to be with. Cursed!Killian AU

Thanks to @lyriumrebel for editing this with me!

ff.net | ao3 | from the beginning

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Chapter 39

“You’re the saviour. You’re the one who’s meant to get us home. Why are we still here?”

Emma had only spent a few minutes searching the station for any clues to August’s attacker when Leroy stormed in, the other dwarves at his heels. She had no idea how he’d found out so quickly, but Leroy always seemed to know about what was going on in Storybrooke, and he always responded loudly and angrily.

She decided to ignore him, too busy watching the security video. She didn’t expect she’d find anything, not when she’d entered the station and realised all the cameras had been disabled, but there was a chance she’d see something suspicious happening just before they were turned off. Even if she didn’t, watching the videos was still preferable to listening to Leroy’s rage, even with her struggle to keep the Betamax VCR working.

“Well?” Leroy continued, stomping towards her until he was blocking her view of the screen. “Are you going to wait until someone else is turned back into a child?”

Emma rolled her eyes, wishing David and Mary-Margaret would finish their search of the back room and come in to shut him up. “I’m pretty sure that if anyone else gets attacked, they’re just going to be dead.” She snapped, which seemed to take him aback. “Besides, what do you expect me to do? Click my heels, say there’s no place like home and hope that sends you back?”

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lindewen  asked:

B. for the "First Kiss" (on Lian Yu) in the IDOF AU, please!

A/N: For this meme. Great minds must think alike, because absentlyabbie asked for this too. Obligatory links to the original drabble and the masterpost.

Felicity wakes up from her nap when her bottle—which has been lying on its side for the better part of a half-century—suddenly tilts upright. She falls forward hard onto one of the benches situated around the circumference, and an avalanche of pillows piles on top of her. Tossing them aside, Felicity makes her way to the very center of the room and glances up the bottle’s neck. The cork is still in place, but the magical lanterns that provide her little room with light sway as the bottle rocks back and forth.

Then the room tips again, and Felicity loses her balance with a yelp. There’s not much for her to hold onto inside here besides the cushioned benches around the room’s perimeter. She’s just managed to right herself when the thing tips again, and this time the room slowly fills with smoke as the bottle’s stopper is removed.

Felicity glances down at her wrists to see the silver shackles forming there. She has a new Master. Her skin feels electrified with the pleasure of it, battling with the dread that seeps into her bones.

She forces herself to take slow breathes, in through her nose, out through her mouth. This one won’t be like the last one. This one will be different. This one she’ll get the upper hand on.

This one she’ll wrap around her finger from the get-go.

A rush of excitement fills her as the smoke draws her up and up, through the neck of the bottle and out into the world beyond. She’s standing on a beach, a few feet into the water, and the sound and smell of the ocean is heavenly.

She hasn’t breathed fresh air in a long time.

She only takes a second to appreciate it, because her Master is standing in front of her, and she very desperately needs him—to love her, to be kind to her, to not hurt her.

So she kisses him.

His lips are chapped, and his beard is rough against her mouth. When his hands eventually land on the bare skin of her waist she can feel the calluses on the pads of his fingers.

Pushing herself up on her toes, she grabs a fistful of his shirt in order to keep her balance as she runs her fingers through his hair. She feels it the instant he gives himself over to her, to wanting her. He takes control of the kiss and she lets him, allowing him to wrap his arms more fully around her.

It’s overwhelming and exactly the response she was waiting for. Felicity pulls back. It’s not a retreat, just a pause.

“Wow,” he says softly.

She looks up at him, dizzy with fresh air and his kiss and just the sight of him.

“Hi,” she says. His arms are still around her, and for all that she doesn’t know this man at all—not even his name, only that she’s his—the touch, the contact, is a potent thing after almost fifty years of solitude. She thinks she could cry just from relief at seeing another person again.

“Where did you—” He stops, glances at the bottle floating in the ocean at Felicity’s feet. “I’ve got to be—”

He chuckles awkwardly, but it’s a lovely sound.

“You’ve got to be what?” she asks.

“Dreaming,” he says. “I’ve got to be dreaming. You can’t be real.”

Well, that’s new. “Why not?”

"Because. I’m alone here.”

He has no concept of what alone is, Felicity thinks, but instead she says, “You’re not dreaming. You rescued me.”

She picks up her bottle to show him. “I’ve been in here for the past…well, it must be about forty or fifty years by now.”

“You’ve been trapped…in there?”

"Waiting for you, Master.” The last word still feels like acid on her tongue, but she has to say it.

“Master?”

“Genie—” she points to herself, then to him— “Master.”

“Wait—wait, what?” He scrambles away from her, and she panics. This is not going well.

“I’m your genie,” she says, slowly, trying to stamp down the terror rising inside her. In her experience, Masters who didn’t believe Genies exist have been the worst ones.

“No,” he says. “You’re not. You’re…I don’t know what you are, but what you’re not is a genie.”

The cursed magic inside her pulses. It’s itching to get out, itching for him to stake a claim on her. Wanting, needing, craving. She needs him to make a wish. So Felicity says, “I can prove it to you.”

"How?”

“I can give you anything you want. Wish for something.”

“Wish for something,” he says, dumbstruck. “Anything?

"Anything,” she confirms.

“I want to go home.”

That was the last thing she expected, but the magic can easily make that happen. She blinks. “Done.”

“Done?” he asks. “You haven’t done…”

He’s too busy staring at the ship she’s summoned to notice the way her face contorts from the sudden pain of the shackles contracting around her wrists.

Is anyone else really sick of this theme of Sasusaku supporters who say things like ’ Sakura sees the good in Sasuke so she obviously loves him/ and is meant to be with him’ or ‘It’s not abusive just because they tried to kill each other’.

Stop, just fucking listen to yourselves for ten seconds. From an ex fan, you need to step back and realise that being overly optimistic and caring for a person who is otherwise cold, unresponsive or manipulative of your feelings is not healthy. Let’s not just glaze over Sasukes mental health problems because you’re all too busy shipping.

He had and still probably does have mental health issues that pushed him to attempt murdering her. He had gotten so bad Sakura herself effectively gave up on him by trying to kill him.

Why do you people glorify her only development being based solely on him? Why do you cheer for the idea of her love interest being the biggest part about her? Why do you bullshit and make her some martyr for this shitty man with no loyalty whatsoever? Why should she suffer through him; the struggle to make him be affectionate, the struggle for him to appreciate her or accept her the way a real relationship requires?

Just because you want to look at everything through rose tinted glasses and pretend Kishi’s obsession with making all her development based on men a good thing? Because the more dependant her development is on sasuke the more likely you get your ship? Because making 'love’ her main attribute you can say its natural that she love some dude who needs an unreasonable amount of work just to have a semblance of a real relationship?