hell idek yeah

do you see what i do?

summary: Shiro has pretty clear intentions; Allura clearly has no idea what’s going on. Or, The 5 times Allura was completely oblivious to Shiro’s crush, and the one time she wasn’t.
notes: shallura hell is reading all the fics on tumblr/ao3 3 times and still not being satisfied so you have to write your own



The original mission objective was to liberate the small planet from a tyrannical government–which, at first, just seemed to be a normal level of corrupt, but after some digging they discovered Galra influences as the driving force behind it all. Some rich, lucky power-monger had discovered he could save his own skin but selling out his people.

Shiro kept a pretty short list of things he hated, but sellouts definitely made it on to it.

Liberating such a small planet surely wouldn’t attract too much Galra attention, and at the least it would just be a thorn in Zarkon’s side. Personally, Shiro would rather put a spear, or a handful of blaster bolts into said side, but beggars can’t be choosers.

They didn’t really go into it with a plan; at least, Shiro didn’t. The esteemed princess of Altea, however, got a certain gleam in her eye that sent shivers down his spine. Terrifying and powerful was a good luck on her. (Technically, everything was a good look on her, but that was more because Shiro tended to look at her as if she hung the stars than anything else.)

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The story of Thorin Oakenshield

In the Battle of Azanulbizar Thorin defeated Azog, the biggest enemy of the dwarves since the Balrog of Morgoth, using a sword, and a branch as his shield. The latter would later earn him the title Thorin ’Oakenshield’. He’s lived with this title for over a hundred years, he was praised and respected no doubt. Thorin the Pale Orc slayer and whatnot. He did good. He saved the Line of Durin, even though the cost was already great, having lost his brother, father and grandfather. The role of the king passed on to him, even though during those years spent in Ered Luin he never felt like one. Nevertheless, this meant that the responsibility for reclaiming Erebor fell on his shoulders harder than ever. It was his duty and his right to do it. So he started the journey back.

Mid-way he was confronted with the same nightmare he thought he’d gotten rid off all those years ago. The one he thought was forever behind him. The one he also used to comfort himself with knowing that he had defeated it. Except he didn’t. Imagine him living for a hundred years thinking his title was worth something, only to later realize it was false. He failed. The one thing he was sure he did right came back to bite him in the ass. He was a fraud. His reputation was slaughtered on the spot. A hundred years worth of guilt and self-accusation for not finishing the job when he had the chance, a hundred years of living on fake glory came crashing on his head. In one big outburst of disbelief and rage he charged against the same enemy again and failed spectacularly. His title literally slipped through his fingers as the eagle carried him away. After that night a new purpose sparked in him. He had to defend his honor.

Then he reclaimed the mountain, his home, and the sickness struck. All of a sudden he wanted to be more. Now he called himself a king. He was powerful, rich, unbeatable. He forgot his recent grievances. He forgot about his failures. “Do not speak to me as if I were some lowly dwarf lord. As if I were still Thorin Oakenshield.” That name and that title were now small and insignificant. Not because he failed, but because now that title couldn’t have compared to that of a true king of Erebor. The treasures he’d now owned couldn’t have been countered with anything else. Not even his honor and reputation. Azog was nameless, unimportant, history.

He would’ve hid himself inside the stone walls and died there had it not been for his friends. Had he not later opened his eyes thanks to them and shed his golden armor, his crown and charged outside. He remembered who he was. For whom he did all of this. And now he risked disappointing them. He won the mountain. Now was the time to take care of one more thing. He went to make sure the snake lost more than a hand this time. For his honor, his people, for Fili and Kili he sacrificed himself and killed the enemy. He was Thorin Oakenshield again. He was the lowly dwarf lord that led his people through exile, who helped them prosper again and who with the help of 12 dwarves, a hobbit and a Wizard took back his home from a dragon. 

He was a King.

“I’m very worried: this is the third time this week Scout had nightmares…was it a bad idea for me to take her on cases? She’s so young but…I don’t know. I love her as if she’s my daughter but at the same time, I need her to learn how to not be afraid of ghosts or…well, demons. Considering that I’m a demon, I need her to not be afraid of my kind.”

[fic] home for christmas [1/1]

writer: it me lol
recipient: @mongoose-bite
contents: a whole lot of pining and fluff, dilf eren ((whoo o oo u guys remember that au?? i sure do man like holy crap)), christmas dude, kissing and casual frottage.
summary: after graduating college, levi goes back home for izzy’s and eren’s christmas party and falls in love all over again

read on ao3 or under the cut, there is nsfw content!!!!

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Dreaming about your dead boss *:・゚✧ #justrhysthings  ✧ :・゚*


Okay, in the original story of the Little Mermaid, it’s super tragic and like she doesn’t get the guy and ends up dissolving into sea foam instead?

ALSO in the story, when she dies, she goes from being a mermaid to a “daughter of the air.”