her limbs

amethyst-is-never-drunk  asked:

One thing I hope SU doesn't do is have Peridot receive her limb enhancers, and decide that she doesn't need them. It's a trope that's been done before in other shows, and I almost always find it so trite.

Oh god, I agree with this so much, you have no idea.

If they’re gonna come back only to be discarded again, then they ought to just stay gone instead.  It’d be so bland and horrible if, after all this, Peridot gets them back and basically just says “nah, don’t need them”.  Not to mention it’d be a massive (and somewhat cruel) tease for the audience - and especially to those of us who (like me) have been practically begging the Crewniverse to bring the limb enhancers back since Catch And Release aired.

Bringing the limb enhancers back like this only to immediately get rid of them again is honestly one of the very few things that would, quite frankly, piss me right off if it happened.  I was absolutely raging when they were thrown away the first time, I don’t wanna go through that again.

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The Fallout by Maleficent265 | Chapter 12: Lights Go Dark (Archive of Our Own)
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By Organization for Transformative Works

Originally posted by soturnyourface

Chapter Summary:  “Hey…” She breathed, running her hands over the bend of his shoulders and down his arms. “What’s wrong?”

Practically the start of his worst nightmare, there was a beating in his chest that suggested just how fucked he was, what with Caitlin Snow now flattening a hand along the center of his breastbone, causing him to slant forward enough to pin her limb between their torsos; his thumbs still ghosting along the skin covering her ribs… Now would’ve been a prime time to tell her, let her know that it was over, bring her up to speed and scream it from the top of his lungs but he couldn’t seem to get it out. Leith was closing in and he couldn’t seem to utter a single word, couldn’t move, and probably wouldn’t have been able to breath if it hadn’t been for her and her tremendous light guiding him closer to home every time he was within proximity.

Forcing himself to pull back a bit, his forehead slid away from hers until he was able to catch her stare and hold it long enough to see the different shades and colors shooting through her irises. There was something sad and pretty about the way she watched him, the way her lids fluttered over glassy eyes, the way her lips curved, and the way she she gripped tighter against him as if she was suddenly aware Harrison was on the verge of doing something stupid.


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This one would be a memorable occasion for Branden. Many times he has received pokemon from individuals, be it for the sake of raising an abandoned Pokemon or simply a gift of kindness, he loved them all equally. Each of them warmed his heart and astounded him with their limitless capabilities every day of his life.

Although…

The bubbly smile and wide, innocent eyes of the Togepi had quickly left a mark on his heart, soothing the ever troublesome storm that conquered the doctor’s mind.There was something truly special about this Pokemon. She had been raised with kindness and love by her previous owner, and it showed in every confident chirp and playful giggle.

      “You are something special, little one,” he coos, brushing the tip of his finger against one of her tiny limbs, a smirk forming as she wiggled furiously, grabbing playfully at his hand.

     “I am not one to have nicknames all that often… considering I am very bad at coming up with such things… But I have one in mind just for you. Consider it my way of always remembering this moment in time….”

There is a pause, the silence around him being a welcomed friend for once, rather than a heavy burden. With an enlightened sigh, he smiles down at the fairy, who had already begun to doze, feeling comfortable and safe within his arms.Yes. This name would indeed fit her well.

                 “Goodnight, Rosa.”

The Little Things

I started writing this a week ago, and after a lot of ups and downs in trying to get it doneโ€ฆ Here it is, I guess? Also Iโ€™m sorry all I can do is write right now. School and work continue to be very unkind to me and my health.

Pairing: Rindea

Summary: Ringabel thinks waking Edea up at 2am is a good idea. Edea, however, doesnโ€™t feel the same way about it. Hugs are involved.

Word Count: 2743 Words

Additional Notes: Takes place post B2nd, but I kept spoilers limited to lightly implied BD spoilers. Even then, it might be hard to catch.

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masterwarden41  asked:

Could I have an energy reading please? Thank you dear. <3

I see an apple orchard in the autumn. It is late in the day, nearing sunset. The horizon is tinted blood orange. The apple crop has not fared well this year. When I pick one of the fruits, I notice it is rotting. One by one, the apples are falling. Nearby, a fox is grazing on the fallen fruit. He grins at me. I sense his appreciation for the meal that the orchard has provided.

A presence appears behind me. I turn to look. There is a fair-skinned woman in a flowing white dress. Her dark hair is braided into a crown. She hums as she approaches me with her arms outstretched. Her fingertips graze the trees. A pale green energy slips from her touch into the limbs, moving to spiral around the trunks and sinking into the soil.

Every tree the woman touches seems to stand a little straighter, and within moments, white blooms sprout in place of the rotten crop. At the base of the trees, the apples that had fallen disintegrate into soil, enriching the orchard. The woman smiles at me as she passes by, carrying on through the trees to spread her healing touch.

Free short personal energy readings are now CLOSED. Please visit my Storenvy to browse my selection of paid readings.

Okay something that’s been on my mind about Moana. 

I can’t name another film that romanticizes and older woman like this one. Grandma Tala was not just a wise old lady, she was a rounded character. She was lively and wasn’t confined in her actions to stay graceful. Her face was expressive, she was allowed to make funny faces and be a comic relief. She was just as much of the “rebellious princess” as Moana herself.

And better yet, she was wearing clothes that didn’t entirely cover her up. They exposed her back and limbs, and even animated her under-arm flab. She, and her age, were celebrated rather than diminished. I mean really, when’s the last time you saw an old lady with exposed skin, large/unapologetic tattoos, who had a bechdel-passing relationship with her granddaughter that glorified the unique bond between two women?

The quickest show not tell tip ever.

‘Always show, not tell,’ is a big fat lie. If you always show, you’ll have half a novel of descriptive words and flowy sentences that will be hard to read.

Here is a quick tip:

Show emotion.

Tell feelings.


Don’t tell us 'she was sad.’ Show us- 'Her lip trembled, and her eyes burned as she tried to keep her tears at bay.’

Don’t show us 'her eyelids were heavy- too heavy. Her limbs could barely function and she couldn’t stop yawning.’ Tell us - 'she felt tired that morning.’

Showing emotion will bring the reader closer to the characters, to understand their reactions better. But I don’t need to read about how slow she was moving due to tiredness.

Likewise, when you do show, keep it to a max three sentences. Two paragraphs of 'how she was sad,’ with no dialogue or inner thought is just as boring.

To whoever is lucky enough to be her next,
Sheโ€™s jealous. Furiously, viciously, desperately jealous. Itโ€™ll annoy you, fuck, itโ€™ll annoy you. But donโ€™t get angry, learn to love it. It means she loves you, she cares. She cares so much. Sheโ€™ll think every girl can see what she sees in you.

Sheโ€™s scared of the dark sometimes, she has nightmares, bad ones. Hold her. Hold her so tight, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead, and donโ€™t sleep without lingering your arm around her limbs, please donโ€™t let her go.

She has a sense of humour youโ€™ll never find in anybody else. Sheโ€™s so funny, a dark and honest humour that will make you laugh until your stomach hurts. Sheโ€™ll love to laugh, make her laugh. She throws her head back and her hair brushes off her shoulders and her eyes light up so bright itโ€™s indescribable, youโ€™ll know what Iโ€™m talking about.

Sheโ€™s insecure, heartbreakingly so. She always has been and she probably always will be. Sheโ€™ll put the duvet over her body and sheโ€™ll turn the other way if you look at her for too long, but she is beautiful. In every light, in every season, at every time of day and in every dimension of the universe, sheโ€™s beautiful. Remind her, every day. Sheโ€™ll blush and shrug it off but sheโ€™ll smile when she thinks about it lying in bed that night, and thatโ€™s worth the stars in the skies.

Lastly, she doesnโ€™t give second chances. She didnโ€™t give me one. I didnโ€™t deserve one but Iโ€™ll never stop wishing I got one. At every opportunity, kiss her in the street, buy her flowers (she loves orchids), dance with her at parties and donโ€™t break her heart. Please donโ€™t break her heart. Because thatโ€™ll end up breaking yours twice as bad. Youโ€™ll fall asleep to the sound of her closing the door behind her and youโ€™ll never fucking forget it.

Love her, because sheโ€™ll love you. She doesnโ€™t do anything in halves, sheโ€™ll love you whole heartedly and sheโ€™ll do it so very gracefully. Love every single one of her flaws, if you ever manage to find any, love her how she deserves and donโ€™t make my mistake.

Yours truly, I lost her

—  blue-delusion 
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Happy Birthday, Sophie Hunter! (March 16 1978)

Aozaki Touko    型月まとめ by  黒衛門

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I was curious as to what Peridot would have looked like if they hadn’t squished her proportions when she lost her limb enhancers. She’d still be pretty small, just not as tiny. So taller than Amethyst and Steven, but shorter than Lapis and Pearl.

Here’s what I think she’d look like compared to Ame and Steven (if they both had better proportions too lol)

january wakes up softly and her eyelids flutter open. her friend, the sun, is greeting her warmly through the cracks of her blinds. she smiles back as she stretches her limbs and breathes in the cold air deeply. today is the start of a new beginning, she whispers, i will be softer, i will be better, i will be greater.