his ring!

“i will work, i will give thanks”

~Yurio confronts Viktor during the banquet after the Barcelona GPF and asks him about agape again~

(original sketch)

A: I’m so glad you’re alright…

J: Only thanks to my guardian angel.

REJOICE! Mercy76 week is here!! Ha! There you go! I start off the Mercy76 week with fluff n clishés :’D  But right now I’m mainly happy that I finished this thing at all! It’s already late n tomorrow/aka today (the 20th) is my dad’s bday so I won’t have time to draw. so, yeah, huzzah! I wanna try to do smth for all the days- may the mercy76 muse be with me!

I chose 1st kiss for day 1 which, as clishé as it is, happened in my head canon on the battle field. Jack maybe barely escaped an explosion, he’s bruised up n his ears are ringing but he’s alive n well enough. n that only thanks to mercy cause she instinctively jumped towards him when she saw that rpg or granate or whatever fly towards jack. n her healing beam protected jack from anything worse, but still. for a horrible few moments mercy’s heatbeat almost stops when she isn’t sure whether she made it in time. But then the smoke settles n there’s Jack, all dirty n bruised but he’s smiling that boyish yet soft smile at her, n so many emotions pass between them within a mere blink. n mercy can only sink to her knees to join jack on the ground aaaaaaand then they kiss. the end :’‘‘‘D

ps. pls have a look at my commission table! this little artists needs support ~

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

Shawn twirls the ring between his index and his thumb, inspecting it every which way as he holds his phone up to his ear with the opposite hand. His mum’s chatting to him about something that his sister did today (“She’s just missing you a lot and I think it’s good that you’ll be coming home soon”) but Shawn can’t hear anything because he’s trying to tell his mum that he’s going to propose tonight but she hasn’t let him get a word in.

“M-mum,” he says, cutting her off, “I called to tell you something.”

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It’s a bit more complicated than invisibility...

This occurred to me and I feel it’s worth posting since I’ve never seen any talk on this?

The One Ring doesn’t make you invisible. 

Why would it? Seriously, what purpose on Eru’s green earth does that serve? Sauron forging his ring of power in the heart of a volcano, thinking to himself, ah yes, invisibility would be a good trick to build into this thing! No. Cause you know what? Sauron’s ring does not make him invisible. And he certainly did not intend for anyone else to ever have it. So what’s it really doing?

Two words: Dimensional shift

I believe that when mortals put on the ring, they experience a dimensional shift in which they are pulled (stretched, transported) into a higher dimension, the plane on which the true spirit forms of the Ainur (and wraiths) exist. This would effectively render them invisible to those on lower dimensions, but the wearer would be able to view them with altered enhanced perception. Such as the effects we witness as described by those who have worn the ring. Especially well portrayed in the films is the ability to see the souls of others, particularly the ringwraiths (the battle on Weathertop is a good example, as well as even in Battle of the Five Armies when Bilbo is in Dale), black and white shadowy souls clear as day but invisible to the naked eye, as they exist on a different dimensional plane. It’s quite possible to me that the ëalar of the Ainur are in a higher dimension than that of mortal fëar, but that’s beside the point. They’re at least a couple dimensions removed from our reality, and thus invisible until one puts on the ring. 

Now, why would the ring have this power? I think, if I recall correctly, that Tolkien at one point did state that it was not intentional, that it was a byproduct of its making. Again, it does not turn Sauron invisible - it wouldn’t, he already exists on that plane. Mortals are bound to their bodies and so would not be able to perceive that higher dimension, but Ainur are not. I think most plausibly, this effect exists because Sauron infused a piece of his own soul into the one ring. The consequences of this are not well understood (it’s not like it’s a common practice) and we know in other ways, it is so strong in its desire to hearken back to its master, it can even influence the wills - a product of the souls - of those around it. I would not be surprised in the slightest if having a piece of Ainur ëala in an all-powerful object would result in the ability to bend reality to attempt to match the wearer to the properties of the owner. It would bring the wearer closer to Sauron, and allow him to perceive them, thus furthering its purpose to return to the whole from which it is a part. 

Just a theory, obviously, but I find it odd that I’ve never seen anyone question the rather absurd notion of ‘magic evil ring makes you invisible!’ Tolkien set up so many intriguing questions, concepts, and possibilities with underlying scientific principles - or at least, consistent rules - that I am sure this fits into his framework. 

Don’t Tell Me You Actually Doubted Me

Marvel (Doctor Strange) One Shot

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Stephen Strange

Warnings: injury, blood, swearing and mentions of death

Request: “hi. can you please(if it’s not botherting you) write something about reader and dr. strange, where reader is injured and doctor lost his ring, and the reader needs surgery. and he had to do it himself? sorry for my english:)” - Anon

Word Count: 1,159

A/M: Your english is fine !!! Thank you for requesting, I think this is the first Doctor Strange request !

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imagine rami malek getting The Call from sam esmail where he tells him everything that happens to elliot in season 3. rami has been waiting for this call all day. when his phone finally rings, the call is brief; sam tells rami that elliot dies, then hangs up. rami stands there, motionless, eyes wide in shock. he’s about to start crying when sam calls him back and tells him he was kidding

anonymous asked:

number 16 for the pairing of royai?? thxs

Anon, I just. I don’t even know. Thanks for the prompt :)

16. broken wings

Silences between Roy and Riza were always comfortable. Roy often preferred to leave her to her thoughts, concerned with some of his own. Such was the case that evening, as she drove him home. They needed to arrange things before they left for an extended diplomatic mission to the South, and he suspected Riza was making a mental list of things to do before their trip. Whereas Roy…

Her side glances told him that she wasn’t oblivious to his distress. Blood froze in his veins and he forced himself to focus on the streetlights and the passing faces, but it was futile. Images would come bursting behind his eyes, ringing in his brain until they became too loud to ignore. Riza’s unfocused eyes, her blood-stained jacket, the strangled sound of her voice. It had been over a year since that fateful day, and his fears would consume him every time they left the East.

Roy would’ve liked to say that, until that fateful day, he’d kept his feelings for Riza under control. In reality, he’d neglected them entirely. Now they stared at him in the eye, impossible to push aside. It was a fitting punishment for a monster like him, to fall in love with someone he didn’t deserve, to have those wishes get the best of him when he needed to remain focused.

Their short ride came to an end, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her behind.



His heart fluttered. Pride was always evident on Riza’s voice whenever she voiced his rank, eyes full of affection as she waited for him to speak.

You’ve done your part. Don’t carry my burdens any longer. Leave the Army. Find a better life. Find someone who can love you in all the ways that I can’t. Be safe, and happy, and free.

A rueful smile broke through his lips. Riza, much like himself, flew on broken wings and landed on stumbling feet, but pushed forward, always forward, because there was no way back. No way out.

“We leave tomorrow at six. Don’t be late.”

There are only a few species of non-cockatoo black parrots, and this resembles none of them.

This here is a vasa parrot, the most well-known black parrot species. Look at him, he’s cute. He’s almost all black or dark gray, aside from his eye ring and bill.

This is a Seychelles black parrot. He’s also adorable, and metal as fuck. 

This is a Timneh grey parrot. He’s a fairly dark grey and constantly looks very disappointed.

If you want options to have an edgy black parrot OC, you have them. Just don’t be lazy.


Maintenance Required

His hearts consists of bolts and springs

and his soul it never sings

it merely mumbles the words

about as well as beakless birds

his gears turn inconsistently

and he’s a robot evidently?

or is it not so evident?

his words just circumvent

he drinks his morning coffee

but it’s really gasoline you see

fueling his mechanical complexity

it’s truly a perplexity

but how long before he is out of date?

before he must recalibrate?

surely time must be running out

for this robot with a whole lot of doubt

his pipes are dusty

and his joints quite rusty

yet he keeps on spinning

falling apart and grinning

his mind consists of nuts and things

whilst his left ear constantly rings

he’s a work in progress robot

but his future an afterthought

errantknightess  asked:

Happy Valentines! :D Could you maybe write a 24. “Actually… I just miss you.” for laven, please? <3

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How do I always write about Chinese food when I’m writing for/with you??? It must be our combined love for it. XD
#24 “Actually… I just miss you.”

Allen woke to the sound of knocking on his door. It was incessant, loud, and left his ears ringing. He had no idea when he’d fallen asleep, but when he sat up, he found himself still seated at his desk, and a small, wet spot of drool on his open textbook. He winced and rubbed his face, clumsily standing up and wobbling towards the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he called out groggily. When he finally opened the door, a wonderful sight greeted him—

It was Lavi, and he had food.

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beautifullyunfinishedscrapyard  asked:

How do you feel about the idea of Aaron giving Robert his wedding ring on a chain to look after while he's in prison? How do you think they say goodbye to one and other?

Ah, I’m not sure about the ring idea. On one hand, I do like it but I also want Aaron to have something in prison to remind him of his family when he’s at his lowest. :( As to you other question: I won’t even try to speculate. I can’t reach the perfection that Maxine will bless us with. <33