how cool would it be if you could battle them in black and white

the-queen-sees-all  asked:

I was wondering, what if Harry and Hermione had met before Hogwarts?

The first time Harry Potter met Hermione Granger, she was standing with her chin up and her hands on her hips a few paces from the old olive tree in the schoolyard, glaring into the far distance. The wind was trying to twist and buffet her hair into her face, but mostly it was just tangling cheerfully with itself.

Dudley and Piers were busy kicking all the other kids off the play structure, so Harry had retreated out into the grass. He stood a safe distance from the weird girl who was pretending to be a statue and thought wistfully of lunch.

“There’s a fallen bird’s nest,” the girl said in a rapid and certain tumble of syllables. “The boys knocked it out of the tree, but I chased them off and I’m hoping the mama bird comes back. I’m Hermione Granger. We just moved here.”

“Harry,” he said.

“How’d you get that scar?” she said.

“Car accident.”

“That’s a weird scar for a car accident.”

Harry shrugged. “It killed my parents.”

She blinked quickly at him and even at that distance he wished vaguely that she wore glasses, too, because her gaze was something that really felt like it should have some built-in bluntedness. “Mine are dentists. Mum’s taking me to the library after school, want to come?”

-

Before they went into Diagon Alley, Harry asked Hagrid if they could find a payphone. Hermione picked up on the first ring.

“Harry! Where have you been? I’ve been trying and trying to call–”

“Sorry, yeah. Um, so, I’m not coming back to school next year, I…” Harry drifted off, staring at Hagrid’s massive moleskin shoulders. The giant man saw him looking and gave him a tentatively cheerful little wave. “It’s been weird, Herm.” He pressed his forehead into the phone stand, but not too hard. “I think you’re the only thing I’m really going to miss.”

“Harry,” Hermione said and Harry started to frown, because that wasn’t her stern and startled voice. That was the voice that meant she was off down a charging war path of other thought and might not have heard him at all. “I’ve been reading.”

“Of course you’ve been reading,” he said. “I’ve been being forcibly hidden from a swarm of post office owls–”

“You’re in books,” she said in breathless delight, squeaking over the telephone line. “First thing we did, of course, after the professor explained, was get her to escort us to a bookstore– a whole bibliography, Harry, a whole world’s bibliography I haven’t even touched– how am I ever going to–” She took in a little calming breath, and murmured, “Different infinities, it’s okay, Hermione, okay.” A sharp exhale and then she tumbled right back into her rushing rivelet of a sentence. “And I picked up a good dozen, besides the school books, of course, and Harry, you’re in books, in Dark Wizardwork of This Century and A Modern Wizards’ History and October’s End: A Biography–”

“Hermione,” said Harry with slow enunciation. “Are you a wizard, too?”

“A witch, I think,” she said. “But I’m still reading up on the sociology of it all.”

-

Hagrid wouldn’t say Voldemort’s name, but Hermione would. She came over with a stack of books up to her chin, gave the Dursleys her normal pointed little stare that said she’d like to set them a little on fire, and curled up in his cupboard with him.

He supposed she probably could learn how to set them on fire, now, if she really wanted to.

She gave him passages and excerpts with his name in them, with his parents’ names, a home he hadn’t known. There were pictures of a ruined house with the smoke drifting in little curls of ink. There was his mother, smiling and waving in black and white. There was his mother, laid out on the floor, with a sober little caption below it. That picture was still, except for curtains fluttering in the window.

Hermione finally dragged her face far enough up from the pages to see Harry holding his own hand very tightly, and then she closed the book and reached for one about which magical creatures you should pet and which you shouldn’t.

“Sorry,” she said.

“I wanted to know.”

“I’m still sorry.”

-

The Grangers drove Harry, Hermione, Hedwig, and their trunks to King’s Cross Station. Mrs. Granger kissed the top of Hermione’s head while Mr. Granger mussed Harry’s mop of dark hair affectionately, and then they swapped children and repeated the treatment. Hermione pushed her hair back out of her face and marched them all to Platform 9 ¾, the entrance mechanism of which she had read all about.

“Before you go,” Mrs. Granger said, “let’s buy you some sandwiches? I don’t know what sort of food they’ll have past that–”

“There’s a trolley,” Hermione said, but her parents dragged them off to a snack kiosk anyway, Harry happily in tow.

As they were on Hermione’s tight schedule, there were plenty of compartments open, and they took one all to themselves– well, to themselves, Hedwig, and Hermione’s books, which took up two seats. (Harry would wheedle Hagrid into taking him to Diagon Alley for Christmas shopping that year, where he would get Hermione a carry-all bag for her small personal library.)

Hermione took a long preparatory breath while Harry unwrapped his sandwich. “Harry? What if I go and sit down under the Hat and I just sit and sit there, and then it says I’m not a witch at all?” Hermione said, the words getting more squashed together and higher-pitched as she went. “I’m not magic, it just got confused, and they send me home? Harry, I don’t want to be a dentist. Other people’s mouths are disgusting–”

“You’re not going to get kicked out,” Harry said, chewing amiably on his sandwich. It was not good, but the Dursleys hadn’t bothered with any breakfast for him and he hadn’t wanted to bother the Grangers about it either. It was a bit dry on the way down, but it settled warmly in his belly.

“But what if I do?”

“I’ll stage a protest,” said Harry. “Refuse to do my homework til they reinstate you.”

“You’re not going to do your homework anyway.”

“See how dedicated I am to you.”

She made a dismissive little noise at him, wringing her hands in her lap.

“Hermione,” he said, and she lifted her bush of hair to look at him. “You’re the most magical person I know. It’s gonna be alright.”

She gave a long slow blink but whatever she might have said was interrupted by an uneven knock at the door. “Um,” said the pudgy boy standing there. “I’ve lost my toad.”

Hermione leapt to her feet. “Where did you see him last?”

Harry followed in the wake of her forward charge, but he brought the rest of his sandwich with him.

-

(Harry did not know this and would not know this until Mrs. Granger mentioned it casually over a Christmas dinner years and years later– but she and Mr. Granger reported the Dursleys for child abuse and neglect, over and over.

The reports got lost– minds scrubbed down, papers vanished– but they kept calling in reports. They considered kidnapping. They couldn’t imagine why the wizarding world might want to keep their chosen one somewhere so toxic, why they might want to keep this underfed child and his messy hair with those people.

“My mother left me a blood protection spell,” said Harry, whose scar had not ached in years. He poked at his mashed potatoes under the focused attention of Mrs. Granger’s stern little forehead wrinkle. “I had to live with family, blood family.”

“Then they should have made them treat you right,” Mrs. Granger said, as though it was that simple.

Mr. Granger gave Harry another helping of peas.)

-

On the steps of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy thrust out his hand to the Boy Who Lived, who surveyed the open palm with amusement. “Thanks,” said Harry. “But I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself.”

The redheaded, freckly, hand-me-down clothes boy Malfoy had been bothering snorted. Harry slipped his hands into his pockets.

“You’re the kid with the rat from the train,” Hermione said. “And the spell that didn’t work.”

“It was a cool rhyme anyway, though,” Harry said. “Hi, I’m Harry, this is Hermione.”

“Yeah, she said, then. I’m Ron– uh, Ron Weasley.”

“Yeah, he said,” Harry said, rolling his eyes Malfoy’s direction. “Come on, you wanna stand with us? Hermione will tell you about the ceiling.”

“It’s enchanted!” said Hermione.

-

When Hermione founded SPHEW, Harry was not surprised. He had spent too many schoolyard days escorting spiders to safe spaces, keeping vigil over fallen bird’s nests, and watching Hermione stand up on her desk chair in heated pitched verbal battles with teachers. She’d driven at least two teachers to tears and taught most of them at least a few new vocabulary words.

-

Over summers and holidays, Harry and Hermione took Ron to the movies, to the seashore, to Hermione’s top three favorite libraries. Hermione’s Aunt Meg taught them how to whittle under a cloud of cigarette smoke that clung to Harry’s hair until he washed it out.

In this life, there were things in the Muggle world that Harry missed, that he wanted to see again. He loved Hogwarts, and he nominally went home to the Dursleys each summer, but he knew he always had a bed at the Grangers’. He knew the weird system they used to organize the books on their shelves. He’d pass Mrs. Granger the marmalade in mornings before she had to ask. He got free dental check-ups all his life, which was good because the Dursleys rarely bothered taking him into the dentist.

The whole Granger family tore apart newspapers every morning, calling article excerpts across the table and pointing each other to their favorite journalists. Before Hermione even first stepped onto Hogwarts grounds she got a subscription to the Daily Prophet. During Harry’s fourth year, Mr. and Mrs. Granger got Arthur Weasley to buy them an owl and then began an unending campaign of furious letters to the editor that never got published.

-

In a crumbling boat shed, Severus Snape died, but first he pressed a shining bundle of memory into Harry’s hands.

The fight was still going– Neville newly broad and certain; Luna whipping out quiet, barbed little curses; Ginny charging like an army in and of herself. Hermione had her arms full of basilisk fangs. Ron was moving people like bishops and knights. But Harry had a long damp walk before him, so he had time to wade through that life not his own.

Severus had been a lot of things– one of them was in love. Harry dragged his feet through forest mulch, seeing a little redheaded girl in sunlight, hands not his own offering her transformed flowers. It had been just them for so long. For Severus, for so long, there had been no one but him and Lily.

Even in Hogwarts, Severus had drifted through the classrooms and common room and library. He had believed in magic, in the cool slide of good knives through dried roots, and in Lily– always, always in Lily– Lily in sunlight, Lily chewing on her thumbnail over Transfiguration homework, Lily flicking soapsuds at him in her kitchen at home over summer, Lily pig-tailed and seven, wide-eyed as he showed her the first magic she’d ever seen, a leaf to a flower, a bit of sunlight to a bit of fire.

He had loved, and it had been a real thing. He had fucked up, and it had been a real thing, that heartbreak, that regret.

When Harry turned the Stone in his hand and saw his mother step into pseudo-life in that forest clearing, he thought I wish I’d known you. He thought about how she was in sepia and gray, here, just like in the pictures in the pages of Hermione’s books.

But he was also thinking about Severus. He was remembering Lily in sunlight, remembering her walking away, remembering her in that same cold photographed sprawl but in color–in grief–in bruised knees and heaving gasps.

Severus had been the first to find Lily’s body and it had felt like someone had cut the sunlight out of him. Harry was living through that grief, but he was also living through the wail of the child crying unacknowledged. His tiny pudgy hands were wrapped around the guardrail of his crib.

Harry was thinking about a girl standing in a field like a statue, hands on hips. He was thinking about Hermione’s raised hand ignored in Potions, or the way Snape had sneered that he didn’t see a difference in her cursed teeth. Love had made him brave, perhaps. It had killed him, but it had not made Severus good.

Harry wondered if his mother would have escorted spiders to safe places, if she would have stood guard over fallen bird’s nests, if she had worried herself to pieces that first time on the Hogwarts Express about the Hat telling her she didn’t really belong.

“I wish I’d known you,” he told the specter of Lily Potter. He held his own hands tight.

For Harry, for so long, there had been no one but him and Hermione. Even in Hogwarts, there were things only she would understand– parking meters, the cobweb ceiling of his cupboard, the silence of marmalade at breakfast. Harry believed in magic and he believed Hermione Granger was the most magical thing he knew.

“They’ll be alright,” he said. “I’ll be alright. I was alright, mum. I wish I’d known you– but I wasn’t alone.” He squeezed his hands tighter– Hermione showing him her favorite spots in her favorite libraries; Ron shyly showing them the Burrow like it was anything less than a magnificent masterpiece of warm rooms and patchwork architecture; Hermione standing in the field like a statue, bushy-haired and seven years old, jaw set. “She wasn’t alone, either,” he said. “And she’ll be alright. Ron will be alright. I have to do this, don’t I?”

“We are so proud of you,” Lily said.

“Thanks,” said Harry. “Sorry,” said Harry, and wondered if Hermione was going to be able to read the little passages and excerpts with his name in them, with those un-moving pictures and the sober captions underneath.

He dropped the Stone.

-

When Harry Potter died for the first time, crumpled in forest mulch, he didn’t go to a squeaky clean King’s Cross Station. There were no crescent moon glasses to twinkle kindly at him.

He stood under an old olive tree and a little girl looked up at him with those eyes that needed shielding, needed blunting, needed a manufacturer’s warning. “A wind’s coming,” she said. “You can just go. It will be easy.”

He stood outside Diagon Alley, a Muggle payphone tucked between his shoulder and ear. “You’re in books,” she said, with a breathlessness he’d barely heard for years. There had been too much weight on his shoulders, on hers. “You’re done,” she said. “You’ve done enough. Go on, tap three bricks up and two to the left.”

He stood in Godric’s Hollow, in the snow, holding her hand, looking at the ruined house. “You should have had this,” she said. She was seven and small, not nineteen and weary like she had been in life. The sky was overcast but there was sunlight glinting in her hair. “You can still have this. You can have everything.”

“You’re not real,” Harry said.

“But you are,” she said. “There’s a wind coming. It will be easy.”

“You’ve never done anything easy in your life,” he said.

She took both his hands– hers were so small against his grown fingers, his broad palms, and how had they done everything with hands that small? Basilisks and werewolves; shouting down teachers from atop desk chairs.

Harry was sitting in his cupboard in the light of its single bulb and he was too big for this space, his shoulders curling forward, his head bowing. She was standing there with sunlight still in her hair and her arms piled high with books. “You don’t belong here,” she said. “It will hurt. You won’t fit, if you go back. Everything can be easy. Everything can be fine. It doesn’t have to hurt, ever again.”

“Hermione,” he said and leaned forward, put his hands on her hands where they were gripping her books. “It’ll be alright.” He smiled and she was staring at him with those eyes, those goddamn eyes. “We never fit, remember?”

“We tried,” she said and Harry squeezed her small hands gently.

“Send me back,” he said. “I want to go home.”

-

After the battle, as Hogwarts rang with frantic healing, crushing grief, and raging celebration, the three of them retreated to the library. Hermione hauled them down narrow aisles until she found her favorite tucked-away nook and they all collapsed on sagging sofas that seemed to not have been touched at all by the war.

“Well,” said Hermione. “What now?”

Ron let his head flop back against the seat, hair tumbling all over his pale forehead. “I’m going to nap,” he said. “For a month.”

“That’s not physiologically possible,” said Hermione. “Or if it is, then it’d be a coma.”

“It’s a metaphor,” Ron said, then: “no, wait, a hyperbole.” Hermione beamed at him. He blushed a little and elbowed her gently.

“After this, you’ll be in books, you know,” Harry told her.

“Not– I mean–” Hermione rubbed at her nose furiously. Ron laughed enough to wake up and sit up, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

While Ron came up with outlandish titles for Hermione’s eventual many biographies, Harry pulled his feet up onto the sofa. He watched the candles float quietly between the shelves.

So, I was stoked to see the leaked photo of Matt Holt and Shiro. Shiro is alive, THANK GOD, because I don’t really want anyone else to pilot the black lion (I could maybe come around to Allura though…). He’s SPACE DAD. His family needs him. And Matt is alive! And he and Pidge are going to be so relieved to be together again. This is amazing. But if/when Shiro and Matt finally make it back to the castle, the ship dynamics will change, possibly a lot. 

And I think Lance is going to be most affected by this change, probably for the worse.

I mean, think about it… Lance tends to be the least favorite on the ship. No one’s best friend, never anyone’s first choice. And Matt’s going to board the ship, and everyone will get along with him extremely well, and Lance will be crushed that this guy who’s been on the ship for a matter of hours is already liked better than him. 

Shiro has already worked with Matt, they’ve dealt with trauma together, they’ve bonded. Shiro is  grateful to have his old friend back. Pidge, obviously, will be thrilled to see her brother again. Any attention she once allowed Lance is now focused on Matt instead. Hunk and Matt both strike me as very methodical, patient, and strategic. I think they’ll bond very easily. Keith probably won’t have strong feelings for him, but jeez, he’ll find Matt far more pleasant than “obnoxious” Lance. Coran will love this bright, scientific boy! How wonderful to have another ally on board. Matt will probably be very useful around the castle! And as for Allura…

Allura already adores Pidge and Shiro. And as soon as these two introduce Matt, she already knows she’ll get along with him splendidly. She includes him in battle planning. They share the information they’ve learned about the war and the status of other planets. They strategize to form new alliances. And one day over dinner, she makes a casual comment, not realizing its potential harm. 

“Matt, if we’d have found you sooner, you would have been a perfect fit for the Blue Lion. The Blue Paladin is known for being an excellent strategist, cool under pressure, and having incredible precision. With your skill set, you certainly fit the bill!”

Of course, Allura didn’t mean to insult Lance. And she’d never dream of replacing Lance at this point, not now that he and Blue were bonded. She didn’t even think Lance been paying attention. He and Keith had been bickering. But Lance heard her. He pretended he hadn’t and finished his meal in silence.

 But later that night, he couldn’t push the words out of his head. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was right. Matt was better than him in every way. Matt had passed piloting exams and simulations so that he could go on the Kerberos Mission. After so much experience extracting ice samples, his precision was unmatched. Since escaping the Galra, he’d become an excellent fighter. Plus, he got along well with everyone on the team. It would be much easier for the paladins to form Voltron with Matt piloting Blue.

Worst of all, Blue loved him too. Shortly after arriving to the castle, Matt had asked to meet all of the lions. And upon seeing Matt, Blue lit up just like she did for Lance.

So Lance decides to leave. Matt will pilot Blue. Voltron will be stronger, and they’ll defeat the Galra sooner. Peace will be returned to the universe. Besides, maybe he’ll be able to find his way home. After all, that’s where he really wants to be—safe on earth with his family. A few days later, after looking over all the maps he could find and storing away enough food and water for a few weeks, he packs up his few belongings and makes his way to the escape pods. He passes through the silent halls of the castle unnoticed and makes his departure.

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Laundry Room (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 
Genre: Smut. 
Word count: 3.1k 

Part one: Kitchen Counter. Part three: The Club.

Summary: He was about to dive back in for your mouth, but you successfully held his jaw so he couldn’t move in any further, leaving your lips only inches apart. “Your sister’s down the hall.” You whispered against his mouth. He groaned in disapproval of you trying to reject him before speaking again, “She’s not gonna come in here.” 


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BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,158

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as alcohol and violence, description of injuries

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Finn handles a blaster like no one else

Do you want to talk about how badly The Force Awakens shortcharged Finn’s character? One thing that no one to my knowledge is talking about is his phenomenal skill with blasters. This is LucasFilm’s fault, not the audience’s, because it was shown right on the screen but never properly foregrounded.

I don’t mean the time he picked up starfighter gunning with a ten-second tutorial, then combined that with lightning-fast tactical judgment in a thirty-second firefight to get himself and Poe out alive while still minimizing Stormtrooper casualties. No, that was an amazing scene that blurred by too fast for almost any reasonable viewer to fully appreciate, but it wasn’t… what’s the word… unthinkable.

What’s unthinkable, and what passed right under the audience’s noses because LF filmed it but didn’t emphasize it, is what Finn does with a handheld blaster. As I will discuss, his style at least as shown in the battle at Takodana is very different from the way we’ve seen the heroes use blasters but also different from the way Stormtroopers use them, combining his training with his own astounding skills and strength.

I hesitate to even call this style “good,” because it could be very bad indeed for certain purposes, e.g. survival. It does, however, showcase his athleticism and sheer boldness in a breathtaking way.

This is hard to tell, though, on a casual viewing because it goes by so fast and is treated more as background action to Poe’s aerial acrobatics than a focus in itself. I didn’t realize just what was so special about this sequence until I did a deliberate comparison with how other characters and groups used different types of blasters in different situations. Let me explain below the fold just why Finn’s blaster style shown here is incredible and unique.

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Avengers x Child Reader
Background Bruce Banner x Reader

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The Avengers get their nails done. ‘nuff said it’s just a good ol fluff fic 

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Black Honey: Pt. 6 [conclusion]

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Summary: Starfire and Robin are officially an item, but what does that mean when the resident empath is stuck living between their respective bedrooms? Finding a new bunk buddy in Beast Boy was certainly not her first choice, and when she engages in a strange, night time activity, how long before the changeling notices what she’s up to?


His first instinct was to stop her.

There were so many questions running through his hazy mind, it was staggering.

Nonetheless, it was pure impulse that he acted on, knowing that he had to get to her before she vanished. He needed answers, and they needed to work through this, neither of which would happen if Raven fled the scene, like he knew should would.

“Raven, wait-” His voice was choked up and distant, even as he tried to reach out to her.

The expression on her face betrayed the horror she was no doubt experiencing, the numbing fear. She’d been caught, and so had he.

Beast Boy was shaken, but no where near as jittery and paranoid as the cowering empath. The earth beneath them seemed to come to life, the objects in his room skittering across his floor. The frame of his bed moved, his oak dresser creaked against the tiles in response to an otherworldly force, his toys and figurines clattering to the floor. A few candle jars smashed to the ground in pieces, the glass shards splaying out like dangerous, glittering gems. The candle wax would no doubt stain the wooden panels.

None of it mattered.

He couldn’t bring himself to care, not when the girl responsible for so much chaos was so violently distraught. The blood seemed to have drained from Raven’s already pale face, all the while she clutched at the sides of her skull, her fingers digging into the roots of her violet hair.

Even now, he could hear the others rushing to his room, the heavy, echoing footfalls of both Cyborg and Robin as they raced down the hall.

The lights in his room flickered on and off, until she burnt them out entirely, the bulbs bursting into an ear-splitting smattering of glass.

He tried to get to her, but some invisible force was stopping him, pushing him back.

The Titans banged on his door, their voices muffled by the whirlwind of catastrophe now contained in his bedroom.

She was spinning out of control, and the more damage she did, the worse it became. Bit by bit, she was overwhelmed with a surge of emotion and, thus, her powers raged on in an endless storm of electricity and malevolence.

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This story is for @taylor-tut, who requested:

Hey! <3 I would LOVE to see a fic if it’s not too much trouble with maybe Lance with nightmares keeping him awake all night every night and getting SUPER exhausted, and Keith is like “if you don’t get this sorted out, you’re gonna crash.” Where it goes from there is up to you! Thanks in advance <3

So of course I took it in my own weird and overly-emotional direction. Here you go, I hope you enjoy!

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A/N: I don’t know what this was, but you can thank the other Scruffy Hoes for filling my mind with Dylan Porn all day. I gave more stuff coming, you’ve been warned. Also, I only proof read half of it, so.

WARNING: Smut, smut, also smut.

Word Count: 3336

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1. the state of the ocean’s tide at it’s highest
2. the highest point of something
3. a culmination

» Hold On To Me by kalekeith

It’s been 14 hours and 27 ticks since Lance had made a god awful pun, or shitty pick-up line, or faux-suave gesture – which Keith isn’t in the least slightly concerned about; not at all.

» Homecoming by Thesis

Two deaths and one funeral. Keith has trouble readjusting to Earth and Lance has trouble dealing with Keith.

» Honey & Lemon by DylanOhBrien

Keith has one rule: keep any interaction with a customer terse and professional. It’s a rule he’s strictly followed since he’s started working at Shiro’s shop.

Then Lance walks through the door and Keith thows professionalism right out the window, along with any semblance of dignity he had left.

» I Never Knew Daylight (Could be so Violent) by Talinor

Are you there, God? It’s me, Lance. He thought. I know we don’t talk much, but listen. I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it. Just let him be okay.

» Infection by 5557

Lance is convinced that he is infected with an alien sickness. Why doesn’t anyone believe him?

It must be Keith’s fault.

» it’s an imperfect magic by DovahFinn

Keith didn’t even know unreciprocated soulmates were POSSIBLE, so of course fate gave him one and then got him stuck in space with him.

» i won’t just buy you a rose by glitterfreezing

lance is a struggling florist with a passion for poetry and coffee.

keith is a highly frustrated barista at the bookstore-slash-café down the street.

their inevitable meeting causes their individual worlds to change forever—for the worse, obviously. the course of true love never did run smooth, but this is just ridiculous.

» Kiss My Ice by delictor 

Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

» Laws of Gravity need not apply by Yuu_chi

It’s a difficult thing to go from secretly crushing on your school rival at a distance to sharing a tentative psychic connection with him, an audience of three other people, and an assorted collection of sentient machines.

Harder still to watch that crush come to be something more.

» Leave Me Stranded by aethris

Keith opened his mouth and closed it. His eyes seemed pained. “Lance,” he began, “I understand-”

“You don’t know anything about how I feel because you don’t care about ANYONE!” He let go of the other boy’s shirt and pushed him away. Keith’s back banged against the other treadmill.

The silence was heavy. Lance glared at Keith, fists raised, prepared for a fight.

But for once, Keith didn’t glare back at him. “So.” Keith’s voice was almost too strained and quiet to hear. “That’s how you feel.”

Then he turned around and left the room without another word.

» moments of silence by attemptsonwords

Quiet moments between two boys who spend most of their time yelling at the other.

» phlogiston by stalemateBecks

When Lance was eight years old, his abuelita sat him on her knee and told him; love is a leveler.

At the time, Lance had no idea what she meant. Love was still a rather far-off and foreign concept, but he was enamoured with the general idea behind it, even if it seemed a bit confusing. The phrase stuck with him, but had ultimately been pushed to the back of his mind when he couldn’t figure it out.

Now though, his back arched against the wall and Keith burning caustic kisses into his skin, he thinks he might get it.

» Rapid Escalation by Lys ap Adin

Pidge and Hunk finally give Keith a hint to explain Lance’s behavior, and after that, things escalate.

» Stay Awake by Talinor

Sometimes Lance forgot one simple mistake could mean the end.

AKA Lance nearly dies, Keith saves him, and both question their feelings.

» the cartography of a soul by songs

Suddenly, Lance’s chest hurts. Keith’s voice is so hoarse and hesitant. And Lance— Lance knows there’s a right thing to do. He should say, “You’re human,” should say, “you’re still one of us." 

» The Constellations in Your Eyes by lottienaut 

Keith can’t sleep and, as it turns out, neither can Lance. They meet on the observation deck of the Castle of Lions and have a revealing conversation.

» This Time Don’t Make Me Leave by Qpenguin98

When he gets out of the car and looks up, he realizes Lance is right. He can see stars and constellations and the moon shining down. He feels awestruck.

» thread our way through a string of stars by steelthigsvoideyes

Lance is a humble astrophysics student trying to conduct research, which turns out to be a bit difficult to do when he finds a strange guy sitting in his customary research spot. A strange guy looking for aliens, no less.

Lance isn’t going to stand for this.

» Unbroken by fickleminder

In which the cryo pods can bring back the dead.

» What the Night Knows by RubyFiamma

A mission gone wrong has Keith wandering around aimlessly seeking some sort of solace.

» You’re My King and I’m Your Lionheart by Lulatic

Lance is a Galra prisoner, Keith is the prince that falls in love with him.

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Later on, outside the tavern …

***

The sudden cold night air felt like a slap on his face, a cool breeze mercilessly stealing away the last remnants of warmth from his body.

Lefou sighed.

As the cold wasn’t enough, he was being nearly crashed to the ground under the heavy weight of Gaston’s body.
As it seemed, the man was more than just a little tipsy, and now leaned heavily on his friend, one arm around his shoulders and Lefou’s hand on his waist.

“Come on then” he said, beginning to half walk and half drag Gaston. Who wasn’t helping at all.
The bigger man seemed quite content to be draped upon his friend like a giant bear fur and do absolutely nothing to easy things a bit.

“Could you at least try and move your legs? A little help would be appreciated, you know” panted Lefou after a few steps.
At this rate they would be at Gaston’s house not even at dawn.

“Mmmh, ’s nice this” was the only comment from Gaston.

Picturing all the roads and turns from the tavern to the house was currently keeping Lefou’s mind busy. He couldn’t afford now to have his thoughts wandering towards alluring and dangerous paths. A path in particular which lead in a barely lit tavern and directly within the warm embrace of Gaston.

The man was like a furnace, he probably wasn’t even feeling the cold air on him–he was just that hot. Lefou chuckled aloud at his own thought. Gaston was truly hot in every sense of the word.

He stopped to regain his breath. Dear lord, he didn’t think he could make it anymore; the day had been far more stressing than normal, what with them returning home after years away and then running around all morning without a little rest, and seriously, after all that, to take Gaston back to his house was a titanic quest he had not planned for. Mostly because not even ten minutes ago Gaston stood and walked on his own perfectly fine.
He stilled.

Oh for the love of…!

“Wait a minute.”

He heard a deep rumble and felt Gaston shaking against him. Then he burst into a vibrant laughter that broke the stillness of the dark town around them.

“So you got me there, Lefou!” he said in between laughs.

Lefou pushed him back with an elbow.
“You utter! How!” his mind couldn’t even conjure some sensible sentence so much he was taken aback.

Really, this day has been neverending and the night just kept on becoming weirder and weirder. What Gaston was playing at tonight?!

“Why did you do that! You’re not actually drunk!”

Gaston stood against the starlight in all of his perfect glory. He passed a hand through his black hair and straightened his jacket. He crossed his arms and cocked his head.

“Well my dear, I thought you knew better. You know I hold my liquor better than anyone else.”

Lefou just stared at him dumbfounded.

After all their years together he didn’t get used to Gaston’s powerful stance and handsome appearance yet.
It’s like he’s some sort of potent magnet that inevitably attracts every single look on himself. He’s like a bright star at the center of chaos, a vengeful star of fire that captures every creature within his orbit. So women threw their dignity away in favor of throwing themselves at him instead; and men looked up to him like he was a gift from the gods.

For Lefou, Gaston was all that and so much more. People don’t really know Gaston like he does. For instance, people don’t get to see Gaston laughing with so much mirth in his eyes like he’s doing now.

Despite his growing annoyance and confusion, Lefou did feel lucky to be allowed to experience a side of Gaston that was hidden to everyone else. For the sake of appearances and self-love though, he glared at the taller man.

Gaston lift graciously an eyebrow and smirked at him, showing brilliant white teeth.

“Did you maybe wanted to see how long it’d take for me to end up flat on the ground crushed under your –how did you put it? your barge-like weight?”

Gaston barked another heartfelt laugh at that and Lefou found himself smiling.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy the extra warmth though” he said, putting his arm around the shorter man and pulling him against him.

Lefou’s cheeks turned an intense shade of crimson. Gaston just gave voice to his previous thoughts without even knowing it.
He was in a teasing mood, just another one of their good-natured banters, the easy camaraderie between the two of them.

Only that tonight it seemed the man couldn’t keep his hands off him.
Gaston has always been a very physical man. He liked to assert his presence through his fiery countenance and show off his large body looming over the unfortunate soul who happened to cross him. Without mentioning his exploits with women.

Lefou’s heart beat so loudly against his chest that he couldn’t even hear his own thoughts. Gaston started walking down the road, forcing Lefou’s legs to function properly. He tentatively slid his arm on Gaston’s back while the man tugged him closer still.

Lefou sighed.

He was walking on sunshine.

Still, confusion won the battle within himself.

“Gaston what are you doing? I mean, why pretend to be drunk?” He didn’t understand.

Gaston stared at him, a sparkle in his eyes.

“Just testing a theory of mine.”


***

( Part 1)

Alrighty so Iunno what took me so long to post these but HERE THEY ARE THE BIRDS THAT ARE IN THE TITLE I SHALL EXPLAIN THEM FOR EVERYONE NOW. 

The Griffs here are step brothers! The white headed one is Chuck, and the black sorta angsty looking guy is Seth.

They live together in an apartment that Chuck rents, and in exchange for letting Seth live there, Seth plays guitar in Chuck’s band, XO1989 (Which is just Hugs and Kisses 1989). 

Chuck runs and operates that band as his own. Seth was introduced into the band when XO1989 lost their vocalist and guitar player due to a creative dispute. Since then, the band has regained new members, but has failed to regain the same amount of popularity it had with its prior members. Chuck constantly battles with creative doubt and frustration over his band’s once prominent spot in the local pop punk scene. 

Chuck is otherwise a very out going bird. He’s super confident, and strives for the best in what he does. He carries out his will with confidence and tries to make the best with what he’s got. 

Seth on the other hand is a character that’s experiencing a very lost chapter of his life, wondering what it is that he’s really meant to do, and not being particularly confident that any of his skills will bring him very far in life. He’s very internal and thinks a lot to himself. If you ask him where you both want to eat, he’ll take 10 minutes to really think out that kind of decision. He processes every causality.

That helps Seth sometimes in life, however, and it’s what Chuck needs to balance out his willingness to jump into something that could potentially burn him. Seth trusts Chuck, but the two otherwise have a very brother like relationship. Seth and Chuck constantly disagree, Seth is a bird of few words, and Chuck seems to be the one talking most of the time.

Seth is also a very blunt character. He’s not afraid to tell people whenever he thinks something isn’t going to work. He’ll very easily tell Chuck to his face whether or not he thinks something is out of place in his logic. 

And Seth never much likes to hear Chuck’s lectures on life, since Chuck has been around more than Seth has. Seth does always take Chuck’s words to heart though, and he does truly trust him. 

A good example of this would be the Punk Bird hoodie that he’s wearing here. 

The story behind that is one Seth got moved into the apartment with Chuck, that Chuck had some left over band merch from a previous tour he’s done. Chuck in his excitement to see another bird wearing his merch, gave Seth the hoodie and told him to try it on. 

Seth kinda grits his teeth a tiny bit and puts it on. 

Chuck thought it looked pretty nice, but Seth pointed him out on how tacky it was to wear your own band’s merch. 

Chuck kinda just was just like, “Well, I think it looks cool so. Keep it or not. I got more.”

And so Seth wears it mostly because he does love Chuck, so out of sorta this brotherly love kinda thing does he wear it.

ANYWAY yea there’s a lot to these characters.

Enjoy them! 

HORIZON: ZERO DAWN AND LOVE INTERESTS

HORIZON ZERO DAWN SPOILERS AHEAD

One thing nobody talks about with Horizon: Zero Dawn is that Aloy only has two people she either shows interest in or flirts back with in the entire game, along with one maybe. 

One of them is Varl, a black Nora hunter from her own homeland who is roughly Aloy’s age (if a bit older), someone who Nora could see as an exemplar of her own culture (to the extent that Aloy is allowed to participate in Nora culture at all), albeit she’s discomfited with his superstition and limited worldview.  She still evinces interest in him, and mentions at Rost’s grave that he “left an impression.”  Unashamed appreciation, for a black man, from our white female protagonist.

The other one?  Petra, a massive slab of a white woman who is much older than Aloy (albeit we’re not told how much older), and whom flirts outrageously with Aloy. She’s quite butch; if born in modern times, one feels like Petra would be found in a garage working on an outsized motorcycle.  Aloy is obviously at least a little interested even in their first conversation (making flirty remarks back), but the real kicker comes at the end.  Before the final battle, Petra, if her sidequest is done, is present; her and Aloy talk one last time.  Petra flirts, Aloy flirts back, and Petra offers her to come back to Free Heap.  

Aloy’s response is stuttering, because Aloy cannot be tied to one place, has so much left to do and world to roam, but she’s awkward trying to explain this; Aloy, the girl who has THREE DIFFERENT WAYS to tell Avad, the Sun King of Meridian, to go fuck himself when he evinces improper interest in her. STUTTERING when trying to turn down Petra’s open offer.  Petra accepts it with grace, and says she always had a weakness for free-spirited types.  

So what we are left with is this: despite the fandom’s fascination with Nil (who is, admittedly, the handsomest man in all of Horizon Zero Dawn), whom Aloy evinces nothing but confusion and disgust and some pity towards, and Avad, whom Aloy openly turns down at one point, the two main love interests that the game itself presents… are Varl and Petra.  A black man and a butch woman. That’s kind of a big deal?  They get little respect from most of the fandom because, well, black dude and butch lesbian, but that’s who the game itself presents as people Aloy is attracted to.

Moreover, the one “maybe” is Vanasha, who flirts with Aloy, but also flirts with Uthid and literally everyone else she talks to for more than a minute- the woman’s a spy and a rogue, it’s how she operates- but who has a more open and honest moment right towards the end, where her and Aloy meet before the final battle and Aloy says something that could be considered quite flirty.  Vanasha herself runs with it like a football on fire, of course, because that’s who she is, so it’s an open question whether Aloy intended it flirty, or if the line reads as flirty because, well, Vanasha.  Vanasha gets some love from the fandom because, well, fuck, have you seen her goddamn abs?  

So if Vanasha’s included, then Aloy’s possible love interests are… a black man, a butch lesbian, and a black bisexual woman.

One honorable mention.  Notably, Aloy is very friendly with Erend and obviously trusts him more than most of her compatriots- when talking with Erend before the final battle, Aloy makes the situation clear to him and his Vanguardsmen without any of the hiding or talking-around she does with other companions (Varl included, but not Petra, since she’s working around Varl’s Noran fanaticism and mysticism); she thinks of Erend when he’s not directly involved in her quest a few times, albeit usually in a fondly-exasperated way; and she’s reassuring of Erend when he mocks himself at the end of the Dervahl/Saving Meridian questline.  

His Vanguard, notably, seems to ship it, albeit Erend himself is nothing but respectful to Aloy after their first meeting (during which he spends some time trying to be cool and flirting, badly, with her; he’s being disrespectful and a bit facetious).  He takes the advice to “grow up quick” quite seriously.  Erend I can see as a possible “love interest” figure, which is interesting given how much older than Aloy he is and that he’s a portly, not traditionally handsome figure, meaning even if he’s added- putting a white guy in the mix- his dorkiness and rather endearing humbleness mean he’s still not a “standard” romantic option.  “Fat sweet guy” is not usually there, except in movies trying to make a point.

Still, I interpret Erend as the brother Aloy never had; there’s some sexual tension there, but it’s all on Erend’s end, and I think by game’s end he’s grown out of it.  Notably, it’s his Vanguard who hassle him about it, not Erend himself.

And I just think it’s incredible that these are the choices they made. Incredible… and uplifting.  This is the freedom I like to see.

Forgive Me Father... (M)

Originally posted by flouki

Warnings: Blasphemy.  Sin.
Word Count: 2100
A/N: This wasn’t a request, this is just how my mind works.  
I saw Taecyeon dressed as a priest, I remembered the Pretty Reckless song “Going to Hell,” and now we’re all on our way into the pits…
Also, I read a Priest!Soo/Incubus!Chanyeol fic and my Priest kink was reawakened a few weeks ago.  Thank you Universe.


Taecyeon sat in the confessional as the parishioner said her thanks and left.  Most of the confessions had been the same.  The married women, sinful thoughts and desires for another man.  The single women confessed to impure thoughts and masturbation.  

It no longer shocked him, the sinful confessions.  After the first few months of being the new young priest, he predicted a few admirers here and there.  However he never expected that nearly half of the parishioners, both male and female, would take such a liking to him.

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It Started With A Dress

Hello, lovely people! I think it was about time that I posted another fic. I’ve been working on this for about 3 weeks I think? I’m not able to pop out as many stories as I used to…but I do have ONE MORE fic to post, it’s a little drabble thing so it’ll be a lot easier to read fast than this here. I’ll post that one tomorrow though.

The fic was based on the GIF below, enjoy!

Characters: Sam, Dean x Reader

Words: 2405

Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), a bit of dirty talk. I think that’s it?

tags: @grace-for-sale @casbabydontgoineedyou @splendidcas @impalaimagining @supernaturallymarvellous @livelovelike555

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED AT ALL PLEASE LET ME KNOW

Feedback is much appreciated!!

(I do not own this gif, it was found on google images)

You and the boys were in the middle of a hunt for a shapeshifter, who was killing and taking the form of some rich people and they were having a party tonight. The place was only a few hours’ drive away, so you didn’t have to stay in some disgusting motel. You had just finished shimmying into a tight, strapless, blue dress that went down to mid-thigh. The front of it dipped down into a V which ended right below your breasts, giving it a classy yet sexy look. You were trying to reach the zipper in the back when your door opened. “Y/n, are you almost ready? We really need-“You turn to see Dean freeze, a slight tint of pink dusted his freckled cheeks. You turned back to the mirror and continued to try and zip the dress up. You let out a huff of defeat and peaked at Dean through the mirror. He was still standing and staring at you, his eyes traveling up and down your body.

“Hey, Dean. Can you help zip me up? I can’t seem to reach.” Dean snapped out of it at the sound of his name before running a hand down his face. He walked over to you and stood close behind you, staring at your bare back, considering you couldn’t wear a bra with the dress. You moved your h/c hair out of the way as he placed one hand on your waist while the other grabbed your zipper. You looked at him through the mirror as he started to zip it up slowly. He was so close to you, you could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, giving you goose bumps. When he was finished, he moved your hair back behind you and making eye contact with you. “You’re looking good, sweetheart.” You turned and fixed his crooked tie, staring up into those gorgeous green eyes. “You don’t look half bad yourself, Winchester.” He gave you a smile before you patted his chest, walking over to your closet to grab your black heels, and slipping them on. You grabbed your clutch and turned to Dean before walking out. “You coming? We need to go.”

He followed behind you as you met up with Sam in the garage next to the Impala, his tablet in his hands. He looked up and raised an eyebrow. “How are you going to conceal your gun in that?” You rolled your eyes as you lifted your dress, showing your thigh gun holster. Sam shook his head as you pulled the dress down and got in the back of the car.


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A Slippery Situation

This fic was borne out of a silly conversation with @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash on this post. I hope that I did the idea justice. :)

Summary: Negan eats some questionable soup while working late and encounters an alternate version of himself. This “Other Negan” may be a little older and shorter than him, but he might just have some things to teach Negan about oil wrestling and the love that a man can share for his ruggedly handsome TV clone. 

Word count: 4,301

Warnings: Smut, Negan, Negan being Negan, Comic Negan being Comic Negan, submission, domination, anal sex, unsafe sex, oral sex, semen, drugs, mention of incest, mention of masturbation, and oil wrestling! Enjoy!

A Slippery Situation

From the very first spoon-full, Negan knew that the soup tasted funny, but went right ahead with his meal anyway. Hell, most things that came in cans had started to taste funny as they exceeded their best before dates by months and years. Besides this, the Sanctuary’s cooking staff were notoriously terrible at their job, so everything that left their kitchen tended to taste a slightly “off” at best, and barely edible at worst.

“I’ve gotta find some new kitchen bitches like fucking yesterday,” he grumbled to no one in particular as he raised the spoon to his lips and grimaced at the slightly sour taste that invaded his mouth.

The soup was so bad that on another day he probably would have had one of his men bring it back to the kitchen and tear a strip off of whoever was in charge of that night’s meal, but he was far too busy for those kind of shenanigans today. He braved his way nearly to the end of the bowl, trying to fill his empty stomach with the disgusting liquid while actually tasting as little of it as he could manage. He mostly succeeded and only retched once near the end when the soup had begun to cool to room temperature and the taste could no longer be masked by its initial scalding temperatures.

“Fucking good for nothing, lazy asshole fucking, so called fucking cooks. Fuck, fucking fuckity fuck fuck fuck!” he exhaled a long sigh of profanity after regaining control of his gag reflex, and pushed the nearly-empty bowl of soup away in disgust.

As he sat alone in his room, going over battle plans in preparation for another day of squabbling with Alexandria, he felt his mind wander back to the god-forsaken soup. Fucking Christ, how he wished he had time to personally march down to the kitchen and force-feed the cold leftovers of his meal to the first member of the staff he laid eyes upon. A tension headache began to gnaw into the centre of his forehead and he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, slamming his eyes shut.

“Oh fucking great! Just fucking marvelous! A fucking headache is all I need now…”

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Lost in Time

Bet you thought that I wouldn’t post today…surprise! I was driving all day and didn’t queue it up, but here is the latest part!

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Claire couldn’t take her eyes off Willie as he saw in front of her, happily chewing on his bannock unaware of her gaze.

To Claire, he had always been Jamie’s lost brother. The one who had given him Sawny and the first child born to Ellen and Brian. He had never been a child.

But here he sat, flushed, fat cheeks of a two-year-old, simply content to watch his mother as she busied herself in the kitchen.

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Happy to present you my Wakfu fan-characters (I finally made those refs, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY)
And here comes their story!
Everything starts with Ethan d`Otberg, the xelor (yup, no bandages. I can`t make the poor guy wear them, do you know how uncomfortable bandages are? So I decided that I`ld rather give him some more casual Frigost clothing. And of course he has a mask, but for the refs, I wanted to show his face). He is a pretty untypical for a xelor, as he is a very kind and pacifistic person. He deeply believes in god Xelor and he isssss kinda a self-proclaimed monk, vowed to live his life in peace and righteousness. He is also very politically correct and does not tolerate offencive racistic expressions (such as “dumb like an iop” and etc). But he will never let himself just to say “you are wrong, you must change your mind”, he will explain what is wrong with your words firstly, then will leave you to think on them.
So, Ethan was meditating when he got a vision. this is where their story touches the canon. But don`t worry, they will do nothing important, I am not going to make them meet canonical characters and etc. So. He got the vision with Sadida kingdom, attacked by the unknown mechanism. Ethan takes it serious as he believes that this was the god Xelor his own, who gave him that seeing. He decides that this is his mission to prevent the king of sadida. But he knows that nobody will believe him if he`ll say that he is going to leave Frigost and make a long journey to Sadida kingdom just because he had a dream. So he says, that he is leaving to Bonta to find a master who will help him to learn his magic better instead. But his guardian won`t let hom go all alone, so he hires a bodyguard for him. And this is the other character from the first pic.
Surya Nayrin, the huppermage, is fearless and strong, rational and serious, she is known as a true heroine. However by those who have monies to pay for her help… Surya is used to work in one way: she gets the task, she does her work and she earns. And she likes to controll the situation - she`s inventing the plan how to complete her mission in the fastest way, she follows it and she succeeds. That what her live is like - always in a hurry, always busy, newer distracting to help those why can`t pay. Or at least it WAS so, before she was hired to lead Ethan to Bonta. The problem was that she was always in a hurry, while Ethan, even knowing the importance of this journey, couldn`t resist to stop for helping other people and just to enjoy the beauty of the world around. That was annoying Surya at the beginning, but then they started speaking to each other and soon she started understanding his position. they both learned something from their journey - Surya understood that the life is much more excitong if you can let yourself to stop for a while and look around, whiile Ethan got it that sometimes you need to concentrate on what is the most important now, as you can`t help everyone around. These two later fall in love but never tell that to each other untill the end of their adventure. they were just wandering in the perfect harmony, learning from each other. However, before they`ve met another team of the adventurers…
This is the time from another line. When Surya and Ethan are from the higher society, the other two are village teens trying to write their own history.
The first one is an iop called Eyrikh Raud. You know what an iop should be like? A dumb but unbelievably strong hot-head always in the first line in the battle. Well, that`s Eyrikh! …. …. …. Deep inside his dreams. In real life, Eyrikh is a disaster. He is pretty weak (this is visible that he is too skinny for a string person) and unconfident. He lives in a village that often has fights with the neighbor one. His mother Frida (last pic) is a member of the village`s guard, and Eyrikh always wants to engage into fights like she does. But unlucky for him, he has no physical strength, nor any good weapon, so he`s just breaks into the battlefield and instead of helping, he`s causing troubles as the guard has to distract from the battle to protect him. After that, he always gets teachings from the chief of the guard, who makes menaces that if that will repeat, he will just banish Eyrikh from the village. His mother protects him and takes home, then explains gently that he shouldn`t try to prove his strength this way. He then says that he wants to leave the village to go into the journey and become a hero like his father Gunnard (last pic), and he didn`t succeed in fight only because he had no appropriate weapon/these enemies were too weak so he couldn`t fight in whole power. What is interesting about him - he UNDERSTANDS that this is not true. He KNOWS his limits, he KNOWS that he is too weak for an iop and he will not succeed even with the cool weapons. But he makes himself to believe in him. Because if he would just admit that he is useless, he would have no moral strength to do anything in his life. So even knowing he is a failure, Eyrikh is making himself to believe in his powers and tries over and over.
So, this repeated over and over… Untill one day, to give him a lesson, his mother told him that his father died because he was used to get into any fight like Eyrikh does. She said that the last time he was seen protesting an ancient Osamodas temple. That had to convince Eyrikh to stop his attempts to “help“ the guard. But instead, gave him an idea what to do. He ran away from home to find the temple, because there was chance that his father`s shushu called Veggard would still remain there.
In the morning, his mom found a childish painting with his son on it, holding his father`s sword. She got the message and left the village too, to find her son before he got in any trouble. She will follow him thoughout his whole journey with his drawing, asking “Have you seen my son? He`s like this, with red hair and in black-white clothing with red crosses”. Which fits half of all the iops…
So, Eyrikh reached the ruins, but they were protected by the guardian animals. Running away from them, Eyrikh hid inside the cleavage between the big rocks and was sitting there, speaking to himself about what a total failure he is. And then, he heard a voice, which belonged to Veggard. He was still here, waiting for someone to find him, and as Veggard is a pretty sly shushu, more concerned on ruining people`s lives, instead of their planet, he decided to help Eyrikh for the long time, earn his trust and pretend to be his friend, to later betray him in the most responsible moment. So, he convinced Eyrikh that they must unite so using Veggard`s forces, Eyrikh could fight those guard animals and get out of this place. Of course even an iop would feel something wrong about a shushu asking you to use his powers. But he told that he respected Gunnard SO much, that he will never betray is son. And well, foolish young Eyrikh agreed. Veggard didn`t lie this time - he helped an iop to fight his enemies, then gave him his body back, as promissed. Annnd here comes the other character from pic.2 and the second one from the pic.4
Dinem and Vestre Ylan were the owners of those animals, and the protectors of the ruins. So, when they`ve found Eyrikh staying near their unconscious pets, they attacked immediately. the sisters defeated him, tied and brought to their home to decide what to do with this stranger. He explained that he was only looking for his father`s sword and never meant to hurt the animals, but they`ve attacked him so he had to protect himself. He also lied about being the knight of the order of the guardians of shushu, but the sisters were no fools, so they got it that he`s not a hero he tells he is. Vestre, as the strict, serious and disciplined sister proposed to take the sword from him and tell him to go away. But Dinem was charmed with his inspiring words about willing to leave his village to wander around the planet and become the true hero. Because she felt the same. She wanted to see the world and be more than her father told her to be. So in the night, they both escaped and headed to Binta, as Dinem is a great Gobbawl fan, but she never had a chance to leave the ruins to see the game before. And on their way, they`ve met Ethan and Surya. Eyrikh presented himself as a knight of the order of the guardians of shushu and Dinem confirmed this, as she wanted to help him on his way of becoming whi he wants to be. Ethan knew that Surya only has to lead him to Bonta, then her job will be done, but he really should better have another bodyguards after taht. So he asked the knight and the summoner to join him.
So, about Dinem. She`s a good and reliable friend, never giving a shit about any problems, always relaxed and confident. She has a sense of humor and may be REALLY LOUD when it comes to gobbawl games, but she also has not the best side. She has a big lack of manners - she may put her legs on the table, or eat with hands or barf loudly. She`s pretty gross i mean. And she also always says what is on her mind. Sometimes it`s good, but most of times her words may be really offencive as she often tells racist jokes. and she don`t even understands that. However Ethan is trying to explain her why is it bad to behave like that. 
All together they reached Bonta where Surya had to say Ethan goodbye. But instead, she decided to follow him to the end.
Now about the characters from the pic.3
Mirelle de Lis is a very shy eniripsa, living in the forests around Sadida kingdom along with her girlfriend Koda Kei the feca. Mirelle is a doctor not by her race, but by her morals: she dedicates her life to saving whoever she will find injured in the forest. No matter who you are - a hero or i villain, she will take care of you. You must be pretty brave to take an unknown person to your house and let her stay there till she will fully recover, but Mirelle thinks that she is a coward just because she would never get into a fight. She is also a soft person, she can`t stay on her`s own, and she speaks a little with anyone except Koda.
Koda on the contrary is a very confident person, who can defend herself and Mirelle to. She is rational and smart, never underestimates her enemies and always thinking on the strategy before engaging into the fight. As a true feca, she`s a protector, and she always tries to help Mirelle in whatever she does. She is also a well-educated alchemist and knows mechanics.
And there are also side characters left. The one I hadn`t told about yet is an iopette Astrid Sjorgen from pic.4 and her shushu Ax (taht was predictable). there`s no much info on her - Astrid is not a real knight same as Eyrikh. She just stole a shushu she fell in love with, and trying to find him a body so they can be together. Even Ax himself isn`t so concerned on getting him a new body…
Astrid is a canonical iop - she`s strong but not too clever. But at least she is a bit sly.
Ax is… well, a very untypical shushu. A weak and cowardly one, so he feels better living as Astrids axe, than as a normal shushu. 
And well, will finish retelling their story quickly?
Right before the team approached to the Sadida kingdom, they were attacked by the rogues. Everething was going well untill Veggard proposed Eyrikh to use his powers again, and he agreed with no doubts. But this time Veggard posessed him and attacked his friends. Ethan used all his powers to stop him. So the whole team left unconscious in the forest. They were later found by Koda and Mirelle and brought to their home, where mirelle healed them. After they woke up, Surya told that she had suspicions that Eyrikh is not a real knight and he shouldn`t be trusted with such a powerful weapon. Before this situation, Surya almost accepted him and Dinem as the part of the team, but after the incident, she strictly prohibited Eyrikh to follow her and Ethan any further, even if Ethan himself wanted to give him a second chance. But they had no time - they ahd to prevent the king, so they left Eyrikh and Dinem at Mirelle and Koda`s home.
Should I say how frustrated Eyrikh was? He always knew that he is a failure, and now he ruined all his friends` expectations, as he trusted a shushu, who he believed to be his best friend, injured his teammates, and now there`s only Dinem left on his side. He gave Veggard to her and asked to bring him back where he lied, when she`ll return home, and told that he is heading back home. But she didn`t want to go back, she loved the adventure so much, so she inspired him telling how exciting that was and that if she fulfilled her dream, he should do it to. So they decided to head to the kingdom and to help with whatever they can. They also asked Mirelle and Koda to come woth them, and after a conversation, they agreed. And well… No coolstories about my characters doing anything epic. Ethan and Surya couldn`t prevent the king as they were not allowed to meet him. So when the attack begun, they just joined the sadida warriors in the fight for their kingdom, and also met the other part of the team. Eyrikh`s mother also came in time, and used Veggard instead of her son, as she has a stronger will, so she won`t let him possess her body. And well, that`s it. Just a bunch of characters helping to protect the Sadida kingdom with whatever they can. Hope this is an OK way to tie their story with the canon and none will be against it?

Here’s how you fix Ghostbusters

“Make ‘em all dudes again!” some of you will say. You’re reading the wrong post.

“Nothing, it is perfect!” some of you will say. And indeed, it is very good. Holtzman’s slo-mo fight sequence is everything I didn’t know I was waiting for, their outfits were great, their banter was sharp, and there were at least half a dozen honest-to-goodness feminist moments that had me rooting for them. But I’m not here for a feminism that doesn’t value black women and working class work, and Patty was hella undervalued.

Which didn’t need to be the case! Like, not at all!

The easy answer is to make Patty a scientist, but Leslie Jones has been pretty on point about why that’s not necessarily a good solution (read her argument here).  Which doesn’t mean that they couldn’t have had the one non-scientist be a white person, but okay. She’s right that suggesting that only women with doctorates can be superheros is pretty damn elitist and does a lot to equate privilege with power. It’s also unnecessary.

Real talk: Patty as an MTA worker has the potential to be completely brilliant and essential.

If only she’d been written that way.

Here’s how you do it.

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