hope that doesnt happen to this one

Ronan probably always noticed how Adam’s ears would burn bright pink whenever he was embarrassed; but never thought it’d be because of him.

This is the seventh installment in a series of book recommendations, all of which will introduce you to kickass women from mythologies around the world, all of them written by women. All books listed had to pass the following criteria: 

  • Be written by a woman
  • Be fictional
  • Have a woman as (one of) the protagonist(s)
  • Feature Russian or Slavic mythology

This recommendation list comes on the heels of the Asian mythology rec list, because I really wanted to include Russia (which falls under both Asian and Slavic mythology), but I wanted to keep the country as a whole in one post. @kostromas (x) and @lamus-dworski (x) (x) were kind enough to take some time answering my questions.

While I mainly looked for books ft. Russian and Slavic mythologies (I used this Wiki file as a measure to determine the Slavic region), I also include a few books with other origins, such as Norway and various Eastern European countries, because I think - out of all the recommendation posts I have done and plan to do - this is the one they would fit best in. 

Please note as well that there is a lot of overlap among most of these cultures, with different versions of a character appearing in many, so some of the below classifications may be rather arbitrary (I usually go with what’s 1) listed in the summary, then see if 2) the writer specifies a culture, or if 3) readers had helpful input).

UPDATE: It’s been brought to my attention that this post could do with some clarification and additions. To start with, I’d like to address the small number of books listed under Slavic. I don’t mean to say that only the countries listed are Slavic countries. The list is as limited as it is because I found it difficult to locate books that met all the above listed criteria, and an unconscious fifth - that they be written in English. If you take out any one of those criteria, a larger pool of books would open itself up, and I encourage you to consider that as an option.

While I understand that limiting these lists to books written in or translated into English is not ideal, I also don’t think I am the right person to judge which books written in Slavic languages should be included, as I am not Slavic and don’t speak or read Slavic languages. Readers should be aware though, that reading a book featuring Slavic mythologies or cultures, which are not written by someone who identifies as Slavic, may promote a stereotypical or otherwise harmful depiction of those cultures. 

Moreover, those authors who do hail from the relevant region are more likely to be published if they don’t push the envelope too much to be acceptable for a generic Western audience. Therefore, additional reading of books on and / or featuring Slavic mythologies or cultures can aid in understanding the context of these tales. I have listed a couple of books in the honourable mentions with that in mind, and I have decided to add an asterisk (*) to all works written by an author who is confirmed as hailing from the region their work is set in. Typically, I’ve listed one or two books per author, but do check for their other writing.

Finally, I should add that I might have made a mistake in including Russia in this list. This was done because I wanted to keep the country in one post, rather than splitting it between the Asian list and this one. The Asian one was sufficiently long I didn’t want to add it there, but I might have been better off creating a completely separate list for it rather than including it here.

With the above reasons in mind, I have decided to move the Slavic section up, I have added a number of entries throughout, and expanded the resources list at the bottom.

Slavic

Russia

Other regions (not Slavic or Russian)

Undefined / speculative

Historical fiction

Comics & graphic novels

Some collected tales

Poetry

Honourable mentions

Other lists you can consult

If you have any suggestions for other Slavic and / or Russian women who deserve more attention (and a corresponding book), or which mythology should definitely be in this series, drop me a line!

Other kickass women in mythology: women in Greek mythology | women in Egyptian mythology & historywomen in Mesoamerican mythologies | women in Celtic mythologies | women in Native American mythologies | women in Asian mythologies | women in pirate lore & history

Being the youngest avenger and them reacting to you going to Xavier's (or college/school)

-Bucky would be so proud that you want to control your mutations and Learn
-Steve would be chill at first then realize you’re serious
-“YOU CANT LEAVE WHOS GOING TO MAKE SURE THOR DOESNT EAT A BAR OF SOAP!”
- “I have full faith that the incident with soap won’t happen again Stevie…I hope”
-Wanda being super excited for you to meet cute boys (aka Alex summers or young Scott summers)
- Nat hiding weapons in your bags just in case
- tony trying to replace you with peter but it doesn’t work
- dramatic sobbing “ ITS NOT THE SAME BRUCE!! I WANT MY LITTLE CHEESESTICK BACK”
- and peters like “wtf thanks bruh #notfeelingthelove”
- Bruce making up a schedule for when to call or video chat every one individually
- Clint and sam being soccer moms and giving you a check list of stuff to pack and making sure you do
- Thor is just not having any of it
- “NO YOU WILL NOT TAKE IT I AM A NORSE GOD AND I FORBID IT”
- Thor holding onto your leg like ‘bitch you going I’m going to’
-eventually Steve gets him off…but then Bucky can’t let his little sidekick go
- “BUCKY PUT ME DOWN YOU OVERGROWN SNOWFLAKE”
- tearful goodbyes
- momma!steve
- “call me when you get there, and call us everyday, and If you want to come back I will not hesitate to get you immediately, NO BOYS! And we love you”
-long hug
- “Thor….” “ROSE LET JACK GO I WILL NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE!”
- “come on (y/n) we have a long journey ahead of us”
- “coming professor Xavier”
-mouthing ’ I love you guys’ before the elevator closes
- Tony, Bucky, and Thor crying for days until you call “LADY (Y/N) I MISS YOU”

just a bet part iv

hey whats up whATS HAPPENING

i hope y’all enjoy this and the PLOT IS THICKENING
i promise this doesnt turn out weird or anything, i promise it ALL MEANS SOMETHING ALSO IF YALL WANNA MAKE PLAYLISTS OR MOODBOARDS PLEASE DO I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

bare WITH ME

okay ily all

part onepart two, part three, part five

summary:  beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: eddie and richie

words: 1550




2 months and 18 days remaining

Richie let out a long sigh as his alarm went off. He laid still with his eyes closed for a few moments, slowly managing to drag himself out of his warm bed. He sluggishly made his way to the bathroom connected to his room and turning on the shower faucet. Richie peeled his sleeping clothes off, letting them fall to the cold tile floor. He reached his hand into the shower and felt the water heating up. Richie narrowed his eyes in an attempt to help him see where he was going but it was no use. He couldn’t see for shit without his glasses which were still sitting on his bedside table. Richie stepped into the warm water, leaning his head back as the feeling of sudden warmth invaded his body.

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I just need to say this because I feel like people don’t say it much but
 YUTA DESERVES TO BE LOVED AND APPRECIATED ㅠㅠ  
I know he acts extra confident and cunning on-camera, but that’s him being real and being playful! He’s not trying to say he’s better than other members or other members are lesser than him, he’s just playing around so that the members will loosen up a bit. He’s literally trying his hardest to make the group/broadcast feel a little less nervous and serious whenever they’re on broadcast. ㅠㅠ  And i’m sure what we see on-air is diff with real life, because, as the members have said before, no matter how much he claims he is sangnamja, he actually worries and thinks a lot esp nowadays… ㅠㅠ 
Aside from that, we all know his talents are not showcased enough (at the moment) but I wish that it wouldnt stop us from giving him the support we give the rest. It breaks my heart that whenever YT is focused on cam or when it’s his part, and the fan chants arent as loud ㅠㅠ and it makes me worry sometimes. I hope he doesnt think of himself as someone who is lacking because he doesnt have parts in the album single, or because the chants arent as loud. ㅠㅠ  He’s freaking talented and handsome and I’m sure he’d do great in variety but ofc he has to trust in SM’s timing and I hope when it happens, it wouldn’t be too late ㅠㅠ 
And it’s funny how people often forget that he’s also a foreigner in the group, yet he acts and speaks like a korean local but no one mentions how good he is enough ㅠㅠ  Yuta wont probably ever read this, but you guys will and I hope we can show him that he is as important as everyone else in the group. ㅠㅠ  

CREDITS TO THE TRANSLATOR (ily for supporting Yuta) 

gingeremoji  asked:

he doesnt tell anyone to avoid the chirps but dex was a contestant on chopped in high school. nursey just happens to be watching reruns of chopped one day and thus it begins

My dude, sorry this took 5ever. But finals are done now. Yay! Also, I don’t really know how to cook, nor have I watched Chopped, so. Anyway. Enjoy. Thanks for the prompt!


There is one voice in the world Dex had hoped to never hear in the haus, and it was the voice of Food Network chef and TV personality Alton Brown. Yet, that is exactly what he hears when he pushes open the door of his bedroom.

A flash of familiar red hair on the screen has Dex across the room in an instant. He shoves Nursey out of the way and slams the laptop shut.

“Hey, what gives?” Nursey says.

“No,” is all Dex can say in response.

A devilish grin works its way across Nursey’s face. “How come I’ve never gotten to taste your hollandaise sauce? If you could pull off eggs Benedict with pig’s feet and those premade rolls, it’s gotta be killer.”

“No,” Dex repeats, throwing his bag under the desk, and flopping face-first onto the bottom bunk.

Nursey awkwardly uses his heels to roll his chair back from where Dex had pushed him. “So, it’s not killer?”

“No.” It’s muffled this time by Dex’s pillow.

“Did you win? I didn’t even get to see if you won.”

Dex turns his head to the side, so he can glare at Nursey. “Yeah, I fucking won.”

Nursey’s eyebrows raise, impressed. Contradicting his expression, he derisively says, “You sure? If you won, there would be nothing wrong with me seeing the end.”

Dex remains silent. He stares into the distance and wishes he could go back 60 seconds to the time before Nursey learned a secret that made him incredibly annoying. Scratch that – more incredibly annoying.

“I can’t believe that woman beat you. Her soufflé was atrocious. And her salad. Who would garnish a salad with a vegetable? A salad is vegetables.”

“Right? The garnish just became another component of the fucking salad,” Dex whispered.

Nursey has no idea about cooking. He will consume whatever takes the least amount of time to prepare. The other day, Dex found him eating a dinner of spaghetti and cut up Slim Jim. Naturally, Dex had also partaken of the meal. But he wouldn’t have made it.

“Will you at least tell me how it ended?” Nursey is past appealing to Dex’s pride. There’s a hint of a whine in his voice.

“No.”

“Please?”

Dex flicks his eyes to Nursey, acknowledging his desperation. “No.”

Nursey stands. “Please?”

Wariness thaws Dex’s resignation. “No…”

Nursey takes Dex’s hand. “Please?” he says gently.

“No?”

Nursey ducks into the bottom bunk. He straddles Dex’s lower stomach, bends down, and murmurs, “Please?”

A shiver runs down Dex’ spine and through his limbs. His “no” is a little strained.

Another few inches, and Nursey’s lips brush Dex’s ear. Sweat breaks out across his brow. The heat of Nursey’s breaths floods across the side of his face, fills his brain with steam. “PLEASE?” Nursey fucking screams in his ear.

A startled Dex shouts in terror and flails, his elbow catching Nursey under the chin. With a grunt, Nursey rolls to the side as Dex scrambles out of the bed.

“What the fuck, Nurse?” Dex yells.

“Ow,” Nursey mumbles in response. His hand, cupped beneath his chin, is catching the blood dripping from his lip.

“Christ. Fuck.” Dex grabs a handful of tissues from the box on the desk. He shoves them in Nursey’s direction and sits cross legged on the opposite end of the mattress. His heart is still thumping rapidly in his chest.

“Will you tell me now?” Nursey manages around his lip and a wad of tissues.

The blood weakens Dex’s resolve considerably, but he still says, “On a few conditions.” Nursey nods. “You can’t tell anyone else on the team.” A moment. “Or formerly on the team,” he thinks to add.

Nursey shrugs and nods, conceding. “But I get a condition, too, since you broke my face.”

Dex’s expression is deadpan.

“My beautiful face, Dex. I can never dance again.”

With a sigh and an eye roll, Dex says, “Fine.”

“You teach me to cook.”

Dex considers. Best-case scenario, he bonds with his roommate, and he gets to cook in a setting that is not his grandmother’s restaurant, with someone who is not a member of his family. Nursey will hopefully eat his spaghetti with normal meat that is neither slim nor jim.

Worst-case scenario, Nursey slips and falls on a knife or sets his arm on fire, and the team discovers his televised past. The cooking accident and the chirping put Nursey and him in the ground, respectively.

But it could be fun. Dex decides he is practiced enough to avoid the worst-case scenario. He is the primary member of the Nursey Patrol, and kitchen Nursey can’t be too much more of a danger to himself than drunk Nursey.

“Sure,” Dex agrees.

Nursey perks up. “Really?”

Dex glares.

“Alright,” Nursey says.

“Did you watch any of the desert round?” Dex asks, jumping into his story.

“No. You opened the basket and it had sour cream and almond liqueur.”

“It was those and something else. I made cheesecake and put the liqueur in the crust. Wang” - Jean Wang, his opponent – “make some crepe thing. It was honestly a mess.”

“The cheesecake or the crepe.”

“The crepe. You saw her salad.”

“Right.”

“The judges said the crepe had a weird texture. They loved the cheesecake, but –“

“But what?” Nursey gasps dramatically.

“But Alton fucking Brown said it was dry.”

There is a moment of silence in which both men absorb the weight of that criticism. It’s broken by Nursey. “Brah. How the fuck can cheesecake be dry?”

“Right? And the other judges just nodded along with it. But I still won, so.”

“Yeah you fucking won. She made a plain ass salad and crepes. Crepes taste like weird flat noodles.”

Dex nods eagerly. “Uh huh. And imagine a bad crepe. Weirder flat noodle.”

Nursey mimics barfing, stands and grabs his bag. He throws the bloody tissues in the trash, but his lower lip is still swollen. “Fuck Alton Brown. The first thing I want to learn how to make is dry cheesecake.”

“My specialty,” Dex says.

Nursey grins, walks out the door, and leaves for class.

A smile stretches Dex’s lips, hidden in their empty room.

I’ve been roasting the Winx for the past hour bc Trix memes are all I care about

Fifty Shades of Grey (2015)


When your weaboo friend starts talking like


When u horn af and ur parents finally leave the house


Stepping into the club w your squad like


when u see the di cc


when someone opens chips in class


When your homie fucking roasts someone you hate


when u eliminate that toxic hoe from your life


Spotting a good ass like


when they repeat what they said 3 times but u still don’t get it


when y’all know you’re gonna fail but you no longer have the ability to care


When someone that’s obviously wrong tries to justify their argument anyway


Trying to be social and nice and still getting rejected like


When they tell u u look like crap but it’s not like u tried to impress anyone


when your eyeliner is on fleek


when they call u monster fucker and u ain’t denying nothing


You drunk? Me: No. Also me:


when someone be asking u if u studied for the test you’re having in 2 minutes


Preparing your sarcasm bomb in a convo like


Rehearsing a social situation that’s never gonna happen like


When someone you and the squad hate walks by


When it’s finals week and all you can hope is this works


When the conversation is so uninteresting you feel your soul leavin you


when your friend just doesnt understand your memes


when a song is played everywhere so much you just beg for a swift death


when your friend keeps telling shitty jokes


being the uglier sibling and watching the pretty sibling from a distance like


Cracking open a cold one with the boys

2

Sooo ive been watching the ace attorney anime recently (considering i am a baby to this franchise and have much to learn with all of the games and such-) and what episode stood out to me in it was the 13th episode. In all honesty I wanted to redraw some of it, and so this came about. The first picture was when Edge said he’d take the dog (missile I believe ?) as his own or something and the second picture was when Edge ran back to get his signal samurai key chain (?) since the karma dude just kinda threw it on the garbage saying he didnt rlly need it or something like that. Okay, the hug didn’t happen but damn was I hoping that they would hug. Nope, they shook hands, and why I was expecting them to hug is because one Phoenix stood out there waiting for Edge until he came back because he believed that his friend would come back (and it was night time when Edgeyboy came back mind you); contrary to what Larry said, as he stated something like “he left us/doesnt care anymore”. Secondly, the moment was far more emotional than a freaking handshake I mean, really? Idk if this was just me but with Edge crying and Phoenix standing there saying that’d they would be friends forever– it was too much and a hug would’ve made it a lot more intimate and emotional. IDK, just me probably. But, I think the handshake was sufficient enough to say the very least. sorry for the rant and crap art haha. thank you.

hey there anon

Now, while I know that katsudeku would most likely never become canon (and while it breaks my heart, im totally okay with it). BUT you know what. I’ve started to ship them ever since the start of the manga, it was during the well-known slug villain scene when king-of-explodo-kills got captured, it was just so beautiful for me. dekus’ will to save kacchan despite everything kacchan’s done to him, his shout of kacchan’s name as he desperately tried to save his friend, and the expression on Kacchans’ face, he just looked so vulnerable as if he was asking for help, he wanted to be saved it had a lot of impact on me and it was there and then that i told myself ‘that’s it, that’s my ship!’

sure, they may not be in talking terms as of now. but they’re slowly, very slowly, in their own pace, getting there. They’ve managed to change their perspective of each other and because of that, they’re trying to become better, stronger. Whether or not it’s intentional, they have both managed to make an impact on the others life: kacchan has realized that he isnt the only one who’s strong and talented, he’s managed to lessen his shouting and violence and is trying to get better, to not stop trying to give it his all.



deku on the other hand has viewed kacchan as someone worth looking up to and becoming a source of inspiration, he admires kacchan a lot and sees him as someone worth surpassing.

the thing is, while i do agree that kacchan has caused deku troubles (and i do hope that he apologizes one day) they were kids, and while that doesnt justify kacchan’s actions and behavior, what im trying to say here is that they were kids, they make mistakes and learn from it and would probably try to correct their mistakes, and i think that’s what’s happening with them.

katsudeku isnt as toxic and unhealthy as some people claim/make it to be. In the end, it’s just kacchan’s inflated ego (he’s a head full of pride) that’s preventing him from recognizing his care towards deku; i mean, if people reread the manga they’ll see katsuki isn’t that bad of a person at all, he can be caring and nice (though he can be very subtle about it), honestly kacchan isnt the nicest character nor is he the most honest. kacchan can be violent, but he doesnt take it to a point where in he’ll try to kill someone. He wants to be a hero, fighting bad guys excites him and just like deku, he looks up to All Might, and i believe some people tend to forget that. Katsuki is a very complex character whose personality isnt just that of a bully. he’s full of depth and character development (and i can’t help but love him and would want to protect him) and this is why i believe, deku never really took his bullying to a point where he’d actually jump off the roof and stop aiming to become a hero. katsuki might still call him deku, but i think the intensity and the reason is different now. remember that time when kacchan got kidnapped? when he said deku that time, it got to me. he wasnt angry or upset but he looked concernrd: kacchan knew they’d lost and if izuku tried to reach out to  save him, izuku will get dragged with him or worse get hurt. he wanted deku to stay back in order to protect him, and that just speaks volume to me.

and let’s not forget the fact that izuku still calls katsuki “kacchan” of all things, and katsuki lets him, sure he might shout and look pissed but he just lets it go, and i just love that.

i mean just look at this, when izuku found out that the villains were targeting katsuki, he was worried and he still cares for kacchan.

and here we have king-of-expolod-kills itching for a fight, he looks hella pissed and he knows izuku’s the one behind it yet he still let the nickname go, he just brushes it off, he doesnt get mad at deku.

i mean look at their genuine concern for the other… sure, this ship is a little bit problematic, but that’s what makes it interesting.

i would literally do anything if it meant that lee daehwi would be happy

So i thought about a third alternative ending for Life is strange

I would have taken that road in a fucking heartbeat. I was based on this pic:

It would take place AFTER you pick the sacrifice Chloe ending. Here’s how it goes:

As i focused on the blue butterfly, everything started to vanish around me. I still can’t get used to the feeling; my eyes always feel like they are going to pop out, and just as i feel like i am going to pass out, i am suddenly on the picture scene again. No matter how many times i have done it, i still have to blink a few times to realize what just happened.

I found myself in the bathroom, holding my instant camera, which had not been broken yet. The picture fell from the camera and a blue butterfly appeared on it. It is actually a beautiful picture. It would have won the Everyday Hero contest right away.

“When a door closes, a window opens, or something like that.” I remember the last single thought that slipped through my mind right before all of this nightmare started. I still feel like i’m gonna wake up at some point. I’m hoping on it.

Then the reason why i am here, in this bathroom, with the blue, beautiful butterfly, hits me like a train; i’m going to kill my best friend. My lover, my partner, my everything.

I used to believe love was a cliche. A cute, heart filling, warming cliche. But a cliche after all. I never expected it to be anything like this. This is pure, raw, fierce. This is like a beautiful knife pouring my guts off my chest, not some dumb butterflies. This is like a gorgeous pain i never want to stop feeling. It feels like the most incredible way of dying. It makes me feel, like i have never felt in my life.

And it was all going away. Because of me. Because of my stupid, amazing rewind power.

“It’s cool, Nathan… Don’t stress… You’re okay, bro. Just count to three…” Nathan entering the bathroom interrupted my thoughts. I counted the seconds until the door was supposed to open again. “Don’t be scared… You own this school… If I wanted, I could blow it up… You’re the Boss…”. That’s when i hear the door slide open. That’s when the love of my life entered the room, just so i could kill her.

I think that, if i had to consider the worst way to torture someone, everything considered, it would be to give them a rewind power. The worst thing you can take away from someone is time. And this power took it all from me. It would be logical to think otherwise; if anything, a rewind power gives you more time. But the thing is, when you rewind, nothing that occurred in the meantime happened. Only you have the memories. And that right there, is torture. Right now, the punk blue haired gorgeous girl i love is thinking that no one is alive to love her. She thinks that she is not wanted, that she is a burden.

And, god, could she be more wrong?

But she doesn’t know. Nothing happened to her. Not the pool, not the dare kiss, not the actual kiss, nothing. She doesnt even know im back in this fucking town.

“So what do you want?”

“I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say. Now, let’s talk bidness.”

“I got nothing for you.”

“Wrong. You got hella cash.”

I cant hear this. I cant bear this. I cant. I thought. I wanted to scream, i wanted to die right there. I couldn’t handle the pain.

So that’s when it occurred to me.

To be fair, it would hurt Chloe less. She doesn’t know all that happened between us this week. To her, it would be just an old friend dying tragically. Its not exactly a pink-colored situation, i know. But it is another way. I can intervene without my powers. I can save Chloe and Arcadia bay. I just have to die instead.

“Oh boo hoo, poor little rich kid. I know you been pumpin’ drugs n’ shit to kids around here… I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now.”

“Leave them out of this, bitch.”

“I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself!”

“You don’t know who the fuck I am or who you’re messing around with!”

I remembered that this was when Nathan took the gun out, so i emerged from the back of the stalls to face them. This was my moment to shine.

“Nathan, wait!” I shouted.

“What the fuck?” He screamed, turning around, now pointing the gun to me.

“Oh my god” Chloe said, almost whispering. “Max”

“Chloe, shut up” I said. “Nathan, please put down the gun. I know what you are going though. I know everything.” I know he was going to shoot me anyways. But i had to try.

“What the fuck do you mean? You know nothing!” Nathan screamed histerically. “Nobody know anything!”

“I know about Mr. Jefferson” I said in a lower voice. “Just please, listen to me.”

“Max, what the fuck is going on?” Chloe said, now crying. If only i could hold her and catch the tears.

“Chloe, i love you, but please just shut the fuck up. Nathan, could you please put down the gun so we can talk?”

Nathan was mute now. I know i shocked him by telling him about Mr. Jefferson. I noticed how the trembling in his hands was starting to quicken and intensify. It wasn’t a good sign.

“No one can know about that. He will kill me. You cannot know!” Nathan cried out. He had a serious expression now. Like he had just assumed something. Like he had taken a decision.

“I do, Nathan, and i can help you. I know you are not like this. I promise-” Suddenly, my words were interrumpted by a major noise. It was deafening. Then i felt an incredible pain in my guts, and i found myself falling.

It was as if i was seeing everything in slow motion, like when i got to save kate. I saw everything. I saw Chloe crying her heart out running towards me. I saw Nathan screaming, shouting something, though i couldn’t understand what. I saw the floor turn red. I saw Nathan suddenly running away.

And i saw a beautiful face right in front of me.

“Chloe” i whispered, smiling.

“Max, don’t do this to me. Please.” I could tell behind Chloe’s tears that she was confused. After all, having your five-years-vanished best friend suddenly in a bathroom taking a bullet for you, must be mind blowing. Not in a good way.

“Listen Chloe. I know you must be tripping balls right now. But i have to tell you something before i run out of breath.” I started to feel really, really tired.

“Shut up, asshole! Your are not going to die! You hear me?”

“Chloe, i want to tell you a million different things, but i’m just going to say this; i’m in love with you. I love you so much it hurts more than this fucking bullet. Please never think you are not loved, because i could have never loved someone as much as i love you, okay?”

“M-max, I… what the hell? you must be losing to much blood…” Chloe stuttered. I could feel her tears falling in my face, but i didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything right now.

I heard screaming outside the bathroom. I was running out of time.

“Chloe, i know what you have been through. I know you are hurting so badly, and that you think that you are such a waste of space. I know i bailed on you for all this time, and i cannot tell you how sorry i am. I was the shittiest person on earth”.

“Well, i think that taking a bullet for me might be a good apologize” Chloe smirked between tears. God, was she beautiful.

“I know about Rachel, Chloe. And I’m so, so sorry. Please talk to David and warn him about Mr. Jefferson. He will know what to do.” I was starting to feel dizzy.

“How do you know…?”

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is i’m here, and i could save you. You don’t know how many times i had to save your beautiful ass, you dork. But it was worth it, it was worth it every goddamn time” i laughed. “I love you, Chloe Price. You are my partner in time, my pirate, my best friend, my everything. And if i could lend to you all these memories, i would in a heartbeat” Suddenly, i just wanted to close my eyes and sleep.

“I dont know what the fuck is going on right now. But i love you to death, Max. I always did.” Chloe caressed my cheek as she comforted me. And then, as if she was reading my mind, she leaned over and kissed me. As she pressed her lips to mine, i opened my mouth as if i was gasping for air, and kissed her lower lip. I could tell she was surprised, but she followed my lead, opening her mouth this time. I felt electricity running through my veins as our tongues touched. I wished i could stay in that very moment forever, despite the pain and nausea i was feeling. I didn’t give a fuck, i just wanted to kiss her, i just wanted her. Always.

“Max, please don’t leave me. Please.” She said, sepparating a few inches her face from mine. I could almost feel the knot in Chloes throat forming again. “I cant handle this. I just got you back. Please.”

“I will always love you, Chloe. Always. I will always be watching over you.” As cliche and cringy this sounded to me, i couldn’t mean more every single word.

“Max…” Chloe’s face deformed into a crying face.

“Be the though punk i know you are, Price. Man up.” I smirked, as i tried to lift up my hand to hold her face. She saw this and held it with the hand that wasn’t caressing me. “And, Chloe Price?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you forget about me” I said, ironically.

“Never”

Suddenly i felt like i was floating. I was lifting myself from the ground, and everything started going black. And then, it hit me. I wasn’t granted the power to rewind time. I wasn’t cursed. I wasn’t being tortured. I was granted the power to save my whole life; my town and my lover. The ability to rewind time was just the tool.

And as i drifted into the nothingness, I gave my favorite blue haired punk one last smile.

I thought i saw a blue butterfly fly by…

anonymous asked:

In chapter 46, there is a page where Yato is looking at some insects that look to have been hurt. Do you think he did it? Would it be a reflection of him hurting them because of the possible abuse he was suffering from at that time?

You mean these panels?

At this point in time, it was still very early in Yaboku’s life. Dragonflies are very common in Japan in the summer and in autumn, so I never really paid much attention to this scene. Kids usually show a lot of interest in everything that surrounds them, and given that Yaboku probably didn’t have much to entertain himself, it’s only normal that he’d choose to play with insects. However, this moment could also be there to show us that Yaboku was violent and had little regard for living beings. To him, killing a human was the same as killing an insect.

It’s hard to say because many children tend to play or even kill insects. They say kids who have fun doing that might have bigger chances of becoming more aggressive and lacking empathy in the future, but that’s not an absolute certainty. Kids don’t really know when they’re hurting others, or when things stop being a game. In fact, it’s very common for little siblings to fight and not know they’re causing real harm until a parent tells them it’s wrong. So I’d say it could be a bit of both: it could just be Yaboku playing with insects because he’s bored, but it could also represent that he doesn’t have any problem with killing living things.

There’s also another full page when he’s trying to catch a butterfly that lands on Sakura’s shoulder when they first meet:

This could be, once again, just a little kid playing with insects. The difference here is the context and the type of insect it is. In the first case, he’s playing alone with a dragonfly and Father (source of abuse) comes to see him. In the second case, he sees a butterfly when Sakura (source of hope) appears.

What I found interesting is that both dragonflies and butterflies symbolize change. Dragonflies mean self-realization, as well as an individual finding a deeper meaning in life (they’re also related to water!). Not sure what this means exactly for Yaboku, as he’s seen not having much regard for the insect, and either playing with it or hurting it (that single panel might indicate the insect was in pain?). This could be interpreted as Yaboku still not being able to connect with that self-realization and deeper meaning of life. A dragonfly’s agility and precision could also be a parallel for Yaboku’s natural talent for accomplishing Father’s mission and doing what he’s told (killing) effortlessly. As per butterflies, they represent life, but also resurrection. They also symbolize change and hope, a beautiful evolution, which is exactly what Sakura meant for him. She was the one who made Yaboku become Yato.

Also, a very nice detail! The chapter ends with Yato catching one last insect: a firefly (a guiding light). It happens after having spent some time with Sakura. This time, he doesnt’ kill it. Instead, he smiles down on it, and then lets it go.

In light of the most recent chapter I now headcanon Shinoa as a sex repulsed asexual, reblog if you agree

Equinox

Author’s Note: OKAY i know this wasnt meant to go up until some time next month, but i just woke up and felt this prompt down into my soul. ive been SO SOFT, thanks to a mercury in retrograde. so i worked on it today and now im deceased because i love it a lot. as usual, my snapshot style doesnt really lend itself to whole world building. so OP i hope this makes you happy!

Pairing: Minseok x Reader (oc; female)

Summary: It’s winter when you stumble into Minseok’s coffee shop, winter when he’s cold, unfeeling, and disheartened with the seasons. Little does he know, you are the winds of change.

Rating: PG-13

Warning: implied sex

Word Count: 2,247

Originally posted by oohsehunnies

WINTER

The day he met you was the day she left.

He was awake when it happened, the slow gathering of her things into one small duffel and the calm, empty declaration that she would come back later for the rest. The motivation to move eluded him, his muscles opposed to following her, reaching for her, calling out to her in a reckless sort of indignation. It wasn’t that he was angry, wasn’t that he was caught in despair, rather that he couldn’t find it in him to care. Not really, not after everything had been said and felt into ash.

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Morgan Rielly - Mini Morgan’s

Originally posted by motoleafs

hey! can i have a request on morgan rielly playing skates with his toddler sons after practice? hope the mini-plot doesnt kill your amazing skills.

When Oliver was first born, you knew that he would be just like his father. He had the same bright blue eyes, and the sandy hair and as he grew up you saw more of Morgan in him everyday. Then, when Sam came along you feared that he would be upset, but just like his dad he did everything to make Sam happy. At the ripe age of 4 he was nothing but a sweet heart.

“Mom, can I have another water?” Oliver asked sweetly as he turned away from the ice.

“What happened to the one I just gave you?” You asked reaching in your bag to fish out another bottle.

“I gave it to Sam.” He smiled as he took the water from your hands and stared back at his father and Uncles on the ice.

Just like Morgan, your boys loved Hockey. Sam loved the Dallas Stars, you were pretty sure it was because their jersey’s were so bold. Whereas Oliver loved the Habs. Of course their daddy’s team was and always their main favorite.

Oliver had just started playing hockey, and tried to go to every Leaf’s game and or practice so he could learn more about the different moves. But, he really loved after practices when he’s dad let him and Sam skate. After all not many kids could say they got to skates with a bunch of NHL players every week. It was something you knew both boys would care with them forever.

“Mommy, can you help me with my skates?” Sam asked holding his little skates in his hands.

“Sure, buddy.” You smiled hoping out of your seat to help your 4 year old. “Do you need help at all Oliver, or do you got it?” You asked as you finished tieing the last skate.

“I got it mommy. Thank you.” He said sweetly.

“Hey! How are my two favorite nephews!” Willy said as he skated over towards you and the boys.

“UNCLE WILLY!” Sam cheered.

Sam was always fond of William more than the other guys. To Sam, Willy was his favorite leaf player. You were positive that he owned more Nylander jerseys than Rielly. Morgan thought it was funny and often teased his younger son about not being his favorite player.

“You guys come to skate with us?” Willy asked as he picked Sam up and placed his little feet on the ice.

“Yeah, daddy is going to teach my how to shoot better.” Oliver said as he stepped onto the ice.

“Hello Mini Morgan’s” Auston smiled as he step off the ice to grab his drink.

“Hello Uncle Aus!” Oliver giggled. Auston and Oliver were always really close.  Oliver was the only person who could make Auston smile when he was in a mood, and that made Oliver happy.

“My names not Morgan.” Sam challenged giving the tall boy an evil look making Willy laugh.

“Yeah, his name’s not Morgan.” Willy joked towards Auston. Auston just rolled his eye’s at Willy.

“Hello Sam.” Auston smiled this time he got a smile from the 4 year old.

“Hello Uncle Auston!”

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“Okay, when you shoot, try to kick your leg back. Just a little.” Morgan said showing Oliver what he meant. Oliver watched with ease before trying again. “Better, but make sure to hit the puck a little harder bud.” Morgan smiled.

“Mommy, look! We took Uncle Auston’s stick.” Sam giggled as he and Willy skated down the other side of the rink with an anger Auston following.

“I swear Willy you are a huge child.” Auston spoke as he skate faster towards Willy and Sam.

You just shook your head before going back to watch Morgan and Oliver. They were now just shooting pucks in the net. You felt a huge smile form on your lips. Nothing made you more happy then see your boys all happy. Just as you were about to grab your water bottle your phone went off. You made your way out into the hall so you could hear better and by the time you came back everyone was off the ice.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.” Sam whined as Willy took his skates off and placed them back in the bag.

“What are you hungry for little man?” You smiled as Morgan came over to give you a kiss.

“PIZZA!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his happiness.

“Does pizza sound good Oliver?” You asked as you four made your way to the car.

“Yeah!” He smiled.

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“So what happened earlier?” Morgan asked as he got ready for bed.
“With what?” You asked confused.

“The phone call? Everything okay?” He asked as he climbed into bed.

“Oh yeah. It was just the doctor.” You smiled as you climbed on your side of the bed.

“Doctor?! Did one of the boys get hurt?” He worried making your giggle as you placed your head on his bare chest. He placed his hand in your hair.

“It was for me.” You said running circles around his belly with your finger. “I’m pregnant.” You smiled.

You felt Morgan’s hand stop running through your hair and reach down to pull your head up so you were looking at him. He had a huge smile on his face.

“You’re pregnant!” He repeated placing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m pregnant.” You smiled.

“This is the best new I’ve heard all day.” He said. “I hope it’s a girl.” He smiled.

“Why?”

“So, we can have a mini you.” He smiled before kissing you again.

-Julianne    

isak had a lot of things planned for his friday afternoon with no eskild in the flat, things that involved lying on the couch for the rest of the day and watching animal planet, maybe playing fifa after a big unhealthy dinner.

what he did not plan, is the two knocks on the door and the bell coming shortly after interrupting his relaxing day, making isak having to press pause on the game and get out from under his comfy blanket he’s had his legs wrapped up in.

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‪to everyone who is feeling down about not being noticed or feeling like youre not worthy enough of taylors attention or meeting her:‬ believe me when i say that hope is the one thing to hold onto. dont beat yourself up when she doesnt like your posts, or join your instagram live, or you dont get invited to an event. theres nothing wrong with you and taylor doesnt hate you!! you have to remember that there are thousands and thousands of us! but you cant give up on it. when did giving up ever=accomplishing your goals? keep trying! you’re doing so good and i am rooting for each and every one of you. support each other and spread kindness. be happy for others and keep the hope that it will someday happen to you 💗

I’m so proud of my people. When you are going to protest in Russia, you don’t know whats gonna be next for you, are you gonna be injured, are you gonna be in jail for your constitutional right to protest? It doesnt matter if you very old or very young, they are taking everyone.

There is not a single word about it on a federal channels. 

Anything can happen and there is only a small chance that justice will prevail.  

Nevertheless they persisting and i’m proud of it. 

I hope no one get seriously injured.