how is she balancing herself

anonymous asked:

Well that post about kisame and shark characteristics said the hoshigaki females would be generally bigger, more muscular etc. So just, kisame sees the pink headed blob from behind and like ew a weak one but then she turns around and bam memories of his mother accidentally breaking tables/doors/walls come to mind bam he's in love

I should absolutely definitely totally be finishing the next chapter of reverse right now what have you done

Nagato looks like he’s about to start stabbing people, which Kisame thinks likely isn’t the best way to walk into a peace conference with Konoha.

“Obito,” he says tightly, as the volume of Konan and Yahiko’s bickering increases. “I am very fond of you, but if you don’t stop complaining I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”

Obito rolls his eye, but he does stop fidgeting with his shakujo, sinking back flat on his feet rather than poised on the balls of his toes, and Kisame allows a fraction of the tension in his shoulders to ease. Having their resident powerhouse to slightly wound isn’t good for the nerves.

“Fond,” Obito says instead, pulling a face. “Gee, thanks.”

Nagato looks exasperated, and turns to his partner with a huff, but Kisame has been walking between Konan and Yahiko and Sasori and Deidara since they left Ame; he’s had more than enough of couple quarrels for the next lifetime and change, so he squeezes past their honorable(-ish) leaders and makes tracks for the clear field they agreed on for negotiations, figuring he may as well scout the area. Nagato will likely do one better as soon as he gets his head out of his ass, being a sensor and all, but for now Kisame steps out of the trees and takes a quick glance around the field. It looks like it would make a good battlefield in another life, open and free of most obstructions, but as it is there’s only a single other figure visible.

Deciding he may as well be friendly, Kisame puts on his best smile, trying not to show too many extra teeth, then slings Samehada over his shoulder and wanders towards the kunoichi inspecting a lone outcropping of boulders. She’s small, lean, with short pink hair held back by a Konoha hitai-ate. Almost despite himself, Kisame feels a flicker of resignation, expecting another weak, stuttering, flailing girl. Objectively, he’s well aware that most kunoichi can’t be held to the standards of the Hoshigaki Clan, but Kisame grew up with women who were a good two heads taller than him and twice as broad, all muscle, and able to break a table in half without a thought. Anything less invokes an instinctive distaste, and—

The small, pretty kunoichi makes a sound of deep frustration, rears back, and punches the boulders hard.

It’s probably upwards of six tons of rock, and with one direct blow the entire formation shatters into dust.

Kisame’s jaw drops, and he practically trips over his own feet. Oh, he thinks, and then Oh! And maybe she’s not quite as tall or broad as his mother and sister but as she spins to face him he realizes she’s nowhere near delicate. Those are thick muscles, just as honed as his own, and the way she balances herself says she knows exactly how to use them.

“A kunoichi!” Kisame says, utterly delighted.

The young woman eyes him like he just said something dumb. “Haruno Sakura,” she says, like it’s a warning.

It might be, but Kisame’s been so focused on Ame and helping rebuild Akatsuki after Madara’s attempt to corrupt it that he hasn’t had time to leaf through the Bingo Book lately. Now he wishes he had, because wow.

“You!” he repeats. “You’re a real kunoichi!”

Sakura blinks, taking half a step back as she falls out of her fighting stance, and she looks startled and just a little flattered. “Um?”

“Could you bench press me?” Kisame presses, already advancing in anticipation.

Baffled, Sakura blinks at him for a moment, then snorts, tugs up her fingerless gloves, and cracks her knuckles. “Why not,” she asks in bemusement, and Kisame wastes no time leaping for her.


(“Oh gods, really?” Nagato demands, pressing his hands over his face in clear despair as the remaining members of Akatsuki file into the meadow.

Obito just snorts. “At least he’s having fun,” he says dryly, and a surreptitious glance across the field shows that Kakashi is watching his student toss around a deadly, homicidal missing-nin with no small amount of horror.

Obito would absolutely be lying if he said that didn’t factor in to the way he catches Nagato’s arm and keeps him from marching over to corral their wayward swordsman. When Nagato shoots him a look of deep betrayal, Obito offers him a smirk, tipping one shoulder in a shrug. “I thought you were the one who was so invested in peace by any means, Nagato.”

Nagato groans, and the hands go back over his face. “She’s using him as a weight, Obito! And he’s letting her!”

“True love comes in many forms,” Obito says, mock-wisely, and doesn’t even try to dodge the smack that Nagato aims at his head.)

a good summary of my blog is honestly ‘when ur tired of a goddess being nothing besides the weak little flower girl to people’

on a side note, im kinda happy that caitlin decided not to take the cure and live with her powers. she’s coming to terms with herself and im looking forward to seeing her finding herself and who she is. how to find that balance between her powers and herself 💙

staunchskywalker  asked:

Your blog is on 🔥 today! Anyway, I want to add that antis think that Rey Skywalker equals her killing Kylo Ren and becoming the "good" or "only" Skywalker. I don't believe this is necessarily true. We are forgetting that Snoke is the big baddie, for now. If Rey will learn how to achieve balance within herself, she will try to inspire Kylo out if his position. Of course, given his current decisions to reject the light in him, this is only speculation.

^^^^^^^

Agreed!

The Ghost (Part 4)

Steve x Reader (getting warmer) and many other happy friendly relationships (friends! yay!)

Based on this prompt here: http://hymnofthevalkyries.tumblr.com/post/148148445176/hardboiledegg21-oh-man-i-need-someone-to-write

Requested by: Well, @hardboiledegg21 issued the challenge, and I accepted it. :P

Word Count: ~2700

Warnings: Swearing (foul-mouthed reader), I should mention the reader has sort of a panic attack at the end of the chapter, a mild one, but one none the less. Just a word of caution to you.

A/N: Here is part 4 after a while! Gotta keep you guys in suspense ;) But at long last, we finally meet who we’ve all been waiting for. I left it at a pretty interesting cliffhanger, that will get a much needed explanation backstory in the next part. Cheerio darlings. <3

Other Parts: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

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  You didn’t want to open your eyes, the warmth of the bed you were laying in careening you into it. A knock on your door resounded, which is what you assumed woke you up in the first place. “Ooooooh Y/N…” a voice called out to you beyond the door. Tony.

  You groaned and pulled the cover over your head. “Go away, I wanna sleep more.”

  “Fine then, no breakfast for you… and here I was being nice and saving some for you.” he said through the door, and you heard the patter of feet against the hard floor walking away from your door.

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The Wicca/Sweep series by Cate Tiernan and why you should read it

OKAY SO.

I’ve just reread the Wicca books by Cate Tiernan (the series is called Sweep in the US). Mostly as something soothing (rereading is always soothing, it’s like reading with your eyes closed. kind of.) and because I’d been eyeing it for a while. And I’ve gotten a big rush of how much I like it, and I wish it had a bigger fandom (what is it with me and tiny fandoms lately, srsly). So here is the breakdown of what it is and why you should check it out. 

The Plot

So I’ve recced this to a few people irl, and unfortunately as we live in a post-twilight literary world, there are a few things I need to make clear straight away. First, though you could legit describe this series as “like twilight but good”, it actually predates Twilight easily. Second, I’m gonna spoil a plot twist because if you don’t know this is going to happen there is no reason to keep reading - or, like, there was when I was a teenager and didn’t make Twilight-ish assumptions about what was going on, but I can very easily see people junking the books without getting past this first bit. So here we go:

Meet Morgan! Morgan is our protagonist. She’s a tad stereotypical - she’s not traditionally pretty, kind of awkward, sixteen years old, and a maths nerd. Her family is catholic, and so is she, though she doesn’t seem particularly intense about it. Her best friend is Bree, and Bree is one of those automatically stunning girls. Morgan is cool with this, everything is fine. Except this year at school, there is a Hot New Mysterious Boy called Cal. Morgan gets a super crush on him, but assumes there is No Hope.

Cal organises a party, and it turns out he’s a witch. They do a circle, and Morgan basically feels like the whole world just opened up inside her brain. To cut a long story short, it turns out she’s actually got a super-awesome magical inheritance. Also, Cal kisses her and they start dating.

At this point, if you’re reading her and Cal with an eye on the relationship dynamics, it doesn’t look great. Cal never reaches Cullenish levels of unsettling behaviour (at least, not while they’re actually still dating), but there are a few red flags, particularly as Morgan becomes more isolated from her family and friends. But Morgan thinks everything is very romantic. Cal is her rock. And what did she do to deserve this? She is very lucky. Uh huh. Some of you are probably shaking your heads now, and thinking H, why are you telling me I should read fifteen books of this relationship?

But NO, dear reader. Because in BOOK THREE, Cal tries to kill Morgan (that escalated quickly) and then becomes, basically, a villain for the rest of the series. Because it turns out all those red flags were written in as red flags and not as “romance”. And then we get Morgan dealing with this and steadily becoming a stronger person and it is AWESOME.

Flaws

Okay, it’s not the most perfect book series in the world. It gets kind of purple-prosey in places, and there are definitely places where I noticed that virtually every chapter ends with either a ^gasp^ cliffhanger or with “omg magic love hearts hearts my soul”. So there’s that. To be honest, to me it mostly reads fairly realistically - ie, “I am sixteen and I genuinely feel this intensely about this” - but I would totally get that as a stylistic thing that’s gonna put some people off. Also, it has the “Friends” problem - I enjoy all the relationship stuff, that’s done really well, but the logistics of how the fuck half of these people are actually paying rent (and international airfare) are kind of out the window. 

GOOD STUFF

SO MANY THINGS I LOVE ABOUT THESE BOOKS. I’m gonna make a list. 

1. MORGAN. Morgan’s a great protagonist. She starts out a bit snippy, a little too keen to compare herself to other girls, and kind of insecure. Across the series she slowly develops her confidence - and although one of the last scenes involves her getting kind of dressed up, it’s not ever really made out to be about her appearance. It’s all about how she feels about herself. And she’s a great balance between scared-as-shit by everything that’s going on and confident enough to put her foot down when she needs to.

2. Hunter Niall. So Hunter is (spoiler) Morgan’s second and more-permanent boyfriend. Hunter’s great. The series is set in America, and Hunter is British, somewhat ambiguously (which I find mildly hilarious lol). My favourite thing about Hunter is probably that Morgan, externally, takes a while to warm up to him - he’s a bit reserved, a bit intense, and she’s not quite sure what he thinks about her to start with, but you get a lot of gush from Morgan about how she feels about him. And then, suddenly, in book ten, you get Hunter’s Po. And you are hit in the face with a page and a half of “so that’s morgan. she’s my girlfriend. she’s so great. she’s so badass. oh god I made my hair stick up funny. oh god. she’s smilling look at that smile isn’t she incredible wow. okay okay I’ve got this. I’m cool. hey morgan. hi. I love you. omg she’s so amazing” because Hunter is a GINORMOUS DORK and he just loves her SO MUCH. And idk, I found that really refreshing to read as a teen? Which brings me on to:

3. Morgan and Hunter’s relationship. They screw up a lot, they upset each other, but they always talk it out and figure it out. And I’m so convinced by their relationship? Like, because it’s such a slow burn, it feels more realistic to me. There’s no “our eyes met and BAM” even though this universe does include the concept of soulmates. They’re both absolutely smitten with each other, and it’s not subtle, and they have to do quite a lot of negotiation to get their dynamic the way they’re both happy with it, and idk you folks it just makes me so happy. Because it feels real, purple-prose and all.

4. Alisa! Alisa is one of the only other characters who gets narration. She’s a younger girl who finds out something about her own family, and she gets a whole book to herself (and splits one other book half and half with Morgan). She has a very similar story to Morgan’s in some ways, but she’s still great to read, and I really enjoy her books when I get to them. She’s also half-Latina, I think. 

5. CONSENT IS A THING IN THIS UNIVERSE. LIKE, PEOPLE TALK ABOUT IT AND IT’S A THING THAT IS DISCUSSED AND THAT IT CAN GET MESSY WHEN PEOPLE ARE CONFUSED AND FEEL PRESSURED AND PRESSURE IS BAD and also if you’re morgan’s little sister and someone is pressuring you to have sex she will literally hit them with a baseball bat so there’s that too

6. LGBT rep - it’s not central, there aren’t main characters who are LGBT. But Morgan has an aunt who has a girlfriend, and they feature fairly regularly; and another two female members of Morgan and Hunter’s coven end up dating at one point. Unfortunate incident of “the b-word” being clearly avoided, as it’s likely that Sky and Raven are both bisexual, but it’s never absolutely written on the page. It’s not a whole lot, but I really liked that this was actually in here, and it’s just a normal part of the world? Like, this is a het romance story, but that didn’t mean that EVERYTHING ELSE had to be het. Which I appreciate.

And as a bonus to all of this stuff, you’ve got battles against the forces of evil, world-saving, and the logistical problems of trying to do those two things while keeping your grades up. A few bum notes, but all around a great little series that doesn’t get nearly as much credit as it deserves, and is a lot funnier and takes itself less seriously than the tag for it on tumblr might suggest (sorry folks, but it’s literally two-thirds full of melodramatic quotes. bring out the humour!). 

So yeah. Magic, Actually Decent Relationships, Romance, Teen Angst, Fun. One of my favourite teen series. 

H

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One of the things I loved best about Odin Sphere is that, when you played it and saw what was going on with Gwendolyn, it was actually kind of great, because her entire story is one that I usually only see with boys.

A young warrior girl trying desperately to live up to what she thinks her distant and demanding father wants, who looks up to her older sister but may not have been as close as she would have liked.  Then her older sister dies in battle, dies a glorious Valkyrie death, saying that she’s sure their father will be proud, and then passes her weapon–this incredible weapon that Griselda has used to slay a mountain of foes with–to her younger sister.

Gwendolyn’s story is largely about her father complex and how she learns to balance achieving that and yet still finding herself and growing out of that, starting with getting the weapon from her treasured older sister and carrying on her legacy in battle.

I usually only see boy warriors growing up to make their fathers proud, I usually only see boy warriors learning to achieve it and yet outgrow it at the same time.  And, yes, Gwendolyn suffers setbacks in her journey during the game, but ultimately she does find herself and what she wants for herself, which does not include saying goodbye to the warrior part of herself.  Because it is part of her, just as much as anything else is.

anonymous asked:

do you think korra still loves mako, like mako still loves her?

I think that’s what we’re going to get to see, I think her story arc is going to all connect.

What’s interesting about this whole episode is that we focused on Mako and Korra’s narrative specifically, we focus on how Mako still views and admires her, and I said this in another ask, that is setting up to explore the other half of this dynamic. And we got to see how Korra’s narrative is setting up how she’s beginning to interpret the traumatic experiences she’s faced, learning from her enemies, learning from her mistakes, learning about herself and who she is. Who is she outside of her abilities? Where does she find her purpose, her worth? How has her path to being selfless impacted her now, how does she learn from these enemies and these past mistakes? How does she relate back to her loved ones, “reconnecting to those who love you” as Toph mentioned, so why did she disconnect herself from someone who so distinctly, so clearly, admires her? We’re going to explore that. 

And I think it’s all going to come together, we’re going to see how she learns from all this to balance herself, to let people in again who truly care about her and have help in her journey and her recovery. Because she said always, and she meant it, and like Mako focused on himself for 3 years, I think she’s doing the same, and, with the help of those who love her, she can come to a point where that can be open to those feelings again.

What Kind Of Man

Anonymous said: Hi! If you still need promts I know it’s too typical but maybe kabby arguing+first kiss+sexy times(just a little:D)

Inspired by ‘What Kind Of Man’ by Florence + The Machine

She had been leaving Go-Sci in a hurry to get home, emotionally and physically drained from the torturous day. Nothing had prepared her for the moment Jaha had announced they’d be sending her daughter, along with ninety-nine other kids, to Earth.

The room had started to spin, the stale air had grown even heavier, and she needed to get home. Her rage is in full force when she collides with his chest, completely oblivious to the fact her trajectory was perfectly alined for him.

The hallway is deserted and the fluorescent lights hidden behind panels of metal that illuminate the Ark’s hallways flicker in a mocking way that makes Abby want to close her eyes.

She takes in how firm his chest is, how she can feel his muscles twitch under her fingers as she balances herself with the weight of his body. She’s never realized how much taller he was than her before this moment. She suddenly feels so small as she shies away from him.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry,” he asks with curiosity.

“Get out of my way, Marcus,” she spat, making a move to push past him. He’s the last person she wants to be talking to right now, but she doesn’t make it far, because his hand reaches out and grabs her arm. He doesn’t ease up on his grip as she fights his hold, and before long, he’s pulling her to stand besides him.

“Not to save your daughter, I hope.”

“You son of a bitch,” she mutters under her breath, pulling her arm out from his grasp angrily. She’s never hit anyone before in her life, but the temptation to connect her fist with his jaw is all too real.

“You knew what would happen if she were to be successful in telling everyone,” he reminds her in a low voice. And suddenly, she’s not sure how he’s managed to back her up against the cold metal of the hallway. “It would be pandemonium.”

Craziness. Chaos. Confusion.

It’s what’s coursing through her body as he mounts closer. He’s got her cornered and she’s never been more conflicted. The way his eyes fall to her lips doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

The next time he touches her, they’re meeting with Jaha and the rest of the members of the council to discuss matters for the Ark. He’s standing in the doorway, watching his fellow members enter. She’s the last one to arrive and before she can cross the threshold into the large room, his arm comes out to stop her.

His fingers wrap around her waist and his arm is pressed against her lower belly, as if trying to stop her from attending their meeting. She jerks to a stop and surprisingly, no one else in the room see’s how close they are. She’s unsure of what he’ll do, so she keeps her eyes straight and focused on the wall across the room.

She won’t give him the satisfaction of letting him know how intoxicating his touch is, how she craves the way his fingers are digging into her hip, how her skin burns with desire where bruises in the shape of his fingers will appear in the morning.

The butterflies in her stomach are nothing compared to the way her heart beats frantically against her chest as his lips come dangerously close to her ear. Her body is betraying her, she realizes.

She isn’t supposed to feel so attracted to someone she absolutely loathes.

“Don’t test me today, Abby,” is all he says, and the words send shivers down her spine. The agony to look at him is overwhelming, so she slowly drags her eyes away from the wall and towards his face. Her movement has caused the span between their lips to nearly diminish.

They’re walking a fine, thin line between hatred and hunger.

She doesn’t say a word. There’s nothing but hostility, or so she wants to think, between them in this moment. The animosity in her stare is enough to trip him up and he lets his arm fall from around her, leaving it up to her to close the council room door.

She knocks on the door once; hard. It takes him a few seconds, but she hears the click and  pressure lock on the door ‘hiss’ as he opens it to her. She wastes no time pushing past him into his living quarters. He shuts the door behind him quickly, spinning around to confront her.

“Abby-“

“Shut up,” she demands, stepping into his personal space like he’s done to her so many times before. He stumbles, his back connecting with the door, and before he can stop her, he see’s the way her pupils are dilated, notices the way her chest is heaving. Just seeing him infuriates her, and she doesn’t know whether she wants to knock him out or kiss him.

“You don’t get to come into my personal quarters and undermine me.”

“But it’s okay for you to do just that… to me… in front of the Council and everyone else on the Ark, for that matter.” He’s tired of being blamed for everything bad that’s ever happened to her and her family, tired of pretending like it doesn’t hurt his feelings every time she accuses him of murdering Jake and sending her daughter to Earth.

“Someone has to do it, Abby!” His raised voice is enough to break her train of thought, and she stands in the middle of his small living space, now vulnerable. “You think there’s always a better way, regardless if the rules get broken in the process. You think with your heart,” he stresses. “And that’s something I can’t have on my Council.”

“You wouldn’t,” she says, enraged by his threat to remove her.

It’s his turn to take a step towards her, removing whatever space was left between them. He means it as a form of intimidation, but it backfires, because she’s not afraid of him.

“Watch me.”

“Go to hell.” She’s not sure what overcomes her, because she’s never given into violence before, but there’s something about the smug look he has on his handsome face that makes her raise her hand in an attempt to slap it off of him.

He catches her wrist just in time, his fingers wrapping around her delicate skin. She’s hot to the touch and the realization that he’s touching her sends him into a frenzy. She struggles to withdraw her hand from him, but not as forcefully as she can.

He’s almost afraid to let her go incase she’ll try to strike him again, but also because he doesn’t want to stop touching her. She’s still fighting against him to successfully slap him, but one arm snakes around her waist and pulls her flush against his chest.

She stops fighting him as soon as his lips touch hers. She pushes him back against his door, reaching out with one hand to press the lock and the other to trap him between her arms. His hands fly to her waist and he spins them around, shoving her against the cold metal with a bit of force. The back of her head hits the hard surface and she cries softly into their kiss as his hands slide around the front of her jeans, his fingers gripping the edge of the waistband and pulling her hips closer.

Her fingers rake through his thick hair and he sighs at how good it feels. She can’t quite figure out which part of him she wants to touch first. Her hands are everywhere… all at once. Her fingers tickle his neck, grip the muscles behind his shoulder blades, trail down his spine, palm his hips, and finally snake under his t-shirt.

It’s his turn to run his fingers through her long hair, but not before he pulls it out from the high ponytail she had placed it in. The hair tie falls to the floor and her brunette curls fall around her shoulders. His hand tangles in the messy locks, pulling a handful of it so he can see her face.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she struggles to say as she pulls his shirt over his head, letting it join her hair tie on his floor.

“Nothing,” he agrees as he unbuttons her jeans.

She’s beauty in it’s entirety,
an old soul mixed with modern ways. Her magnetic personality and unswerving loyalty to the ones she loves, is just one of the small samples of how she wears her crown. She’s a homemaker who knows how to take care of her man, but most of all, she’s independent, she knows how to take care of herself. She lives in a beautiful balance refusing to let stress or negativity to overcome her. She’s a free thinker, not conforming to every fad just because they’re the thing to do. She loves freely and never with strings; and while she has a huge heart, she is no fool. She can see through the bullshit no matter who’s bringing it to the table. She is indeed an endangered species.
—  Aquarius Women