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HEADCANON: Lᴏᴠᴇ ( part 1 )

while this isn’t a foreign subject for rin, and rin does have the hope to love and be loved like a normal person, she does know that her circumstances are not kind towards the possibility of this happening. her love develops from trust, so you can say that she views trust and loyalty to be something of high value when she loves someone. it isn’t hard to earn her affection, that’s for sure. while she might seem closed off and distanced from others, rin is actually soft inside and would develop attachment and love towards someone should they become close enough and able to penetrate the wall she built up, or see through the mask she wears most of the time.

the thing about rin is that, when she loves someone, in the first stage where she doesn’t fully realize or accept it, she has tendency to deny it. this is where her being ‘ tsun ’ comes into play. she would try to deny holding affection for the said person and backing up those denials with logic, for example, they were in a war and she isn’t allowed to feel such a way. but once she developed past the point of denial, she’s very HONEST. or at least my rin is. she’s affectionate, and she needs reassurance and time to be given as she will give hers in return to her lover. she’s extremely loyal and protective. once she had decided to love someone and had accepted that fact, she would literally do anything for the one she loves — they would become her whole world and she would go to the end of the world and back for them. so it’s safe to say that while it might be a little rocky at first for her to accept her affection for someone, once she did, she holds nothing back. she isn’t afraid to love. she wanted to love, and she will love with all her heart and soul.

love to misaya does exist, but she doesn’t have faith in it. not to say that she doesn’t believe it to be true, the concept of love and all, but given the BETRAYAL she had witnessed from the contract between paracelsus & her father, she doesn’t feel like love was something possible or designed for a magus. even more so, magi aren’t supposed to have friends, that was the belief rooted to her from that betrayal, which is why the concept of love is even more far-fetched in her opinion. she doesn’t reject it, but she doesn’t seek it, nor thought it was going to happen for her. after all, she time is LIMITED.

like rin, misaya views trust and loyalty as something crucial to love and affection. but she doesn’t associate placing trust on someone as her opening up to them. she places trust on entirely different perspective than how rin does with love. to her, trust is to be able to leave her back open to someone and they wouldn’t plunge a knife through it. but that’s it. and contrasting to how rin loves, misaya, if struck by fascination about someone, she shows it right off the bat. the magus isn’t afraid to convey her interest to the said person as well as her respect should she holds it for them, unlike rin who would deny even showing interest or care. however, when her feelings developed into something more, that’s where she will DENY everything. she hates being vulnerable and being figured out, having that pride as a WOMAN KING to ever tolerate that. it will be a real challenge in order to make her just accept that it was affection she’s feeling towards the person. but deep down, her love burns just as fiercely as her stubbornness and pride. if how ever one may get the cherubim to accept that she loves them, she will be willing to burn the entire world down just for them. let her choose between the whole world and the person she loves, she will choose the latter in a second and watch the world burned to ashes without batting an eyelash.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a fic where Lucio rescue his female s/o that was kidnap by the Vishkar Corporation? Love your writing :3

Lucio was so furious. How could they do this to someone who had nothing to do with his past choices? You weren’t involved and yet those monsters had still snatched you up the moment they had found you, only to get at him. And it was working.

God, he hated Vishkar Corporation.

Right now he was working on infiltrating one of Vishkar’s many company buildings but it was this one he knew that they held you. Last year, with your permission, he’d given you a beautiful set of music note earrings that you happened to wear most days. In them was a locator and small comm.

Of course, Lucio never used it but it was meant in case anything…well…like this every happened. The two of you had quietly been talking for the last hour, since he’d found out you were taken.

Overwatch had said to wait and to just let them figure out a safer solution, but when it came to you Lucio held no patience. He’d do what he needed to to get you home safe, even if he had to do it alone.

“How are you doing, baby?” Lucio murmured as he started to glide the walls, going higher and higher. It was difficult, and the fact that the ground was getting further and further away below didn’t help but he didn’t care. “They haven’t hurt you?”

“No,” you whispered in a hushed voice. “I’m tied up in a rather plain room…I’m assuming they think I’m crafty…”

Lucio let out a little laugh, the wind at his current altitude starting to whip around him and you could hear it. “You ARE crafty, y/n. Don’t I know it,” he said affectionately, almost to the top.

“Please don’t fall,” you whisper.

Lucio gasped as he landed on the roof, and instantly you began to panic, whispering his name frantically. A soft smile tugged at his lips. God, you were so cute when you worried for him.

“I’m fine, you silly girl,” he said, heading toward the door to the top of the roof. It was amazing how much adrenaline rushed through ones body when trying to climb a 15 story building…

“You won’t be when I get my hands on you! Don’t worry me like that,” you whispered, eyes flickering up as the doorknob started to turn. “Shhh, I have company.”

Lucio instantly went quiet, pausing as he listened. It was just loud enough in the room that he should be able to hear the other person talking.

A tall lady, very well dressed, walked in with two men in suites. She held a file and sat across from you, looking rather snooty and pristine.  You watched her warily, wondering what she wanted.

“Your aware why your here?” she said in a clipped voice, eyes meeting yours. It made Lucio scowl. “What your…’boyfriend’ has done?”

Rolling your eyes, you glare again. “I told you, I don’t know who your talking about! I’m single and I haven’t dated in three years. Just let me go and I’ll pretend this didn’t happen,” you said seriously. This was completely bonkers to you.

The lady sighed heavily. Your story hadn’t changed but she had seen a picture of the two of you together, holding hands. So unfortunately, she couldn’t even give you the benefit of the doubt. Which was fine.

Lucio was moving stealthily through the building. He figured you’d be a floor or two down, and used the locator to pinpoint your position in the building. To his luck, you were actually right below.

“Look, lady,” said the woman. “We want our product back. What he stole from us.” Her patience was starting to wan, you thought happily.

“I can’t help you,” you insisted, lip curling slightly.

The lady slammed a hand down on the table, making the two men jump as she stood up and leaned over the table. “He stole private property!” she snaps. “And if he doesn’t give it back, then you won’t EVER be leaving here.”

Lucio winced at how she yelled at you. He was almost outside the door now. It was surprising, the little amount of security…but he assumed they wouldn’t be expecting anyone to come in from the roof.

After a moment, you heard him whisper ‘I’m here’, before you smiled serenely at the woman. It rather unnerved her. You weren’t scared-you survived Jack’s tantrums.

Then  you pulled your hands from behind you, which had been cuffed, to reveal you were holding the cuff by a finger. The three of them looked stunned as you leaned back in amusement, dropping it on the table.

“Why don’t you ask him for it yourself?” you suggested, and at that moment, the door opened by a wave of noise. Everyone standing fell over, and Lucio glided in with a grin.

“Am I crashing the party?” he asks.

Immediately the woman scrambles around, trying to find her phone, which held a alarm button. “Looking for this?” you asked, holding it up. She looked stunned and Lucio just laughed as went around the table and picked you up onto his back.

“No-” she started but it was too late. The two of you were gone, the music raising around you as he used his amp to speed up the beat. You two were headed for the roof, and honestly you weren’t aware of it till he opened the door and the wind whipped around you.

“I knew you were crafty, you sneak,” Lucio yells, laughing as he moves you around so he’s holding you like  bride. You couldn’t help the sheepish look on your face at that and your fingers tightened on his shirt as he went to the edge. He was facing the other side of the building, where the sea spread out below.

“We aren’t going to-?” you asked hopefully.

But the maniac smile on his face said otherwise.

“I have you,” Lucio yells over the window, before giving you a firm and yet tender kiss, cupping your cheek. God, did he love you.

Then he leapt, holding you tight in his arms. A scream ripped from your throat but you clung, looking up as the faces of the men and lady who’d been in the room looked over the edge in utter shock.

And you knew, Lucio DID have you. He’d save you a hundred times over, in worse situations, because the two of you adored each other.

“I know you do,” you whispered, pressing your face into his chest so you don’t have to see the water rushing up toward you.

sns as songs by the front bottoms

one day i said to my gf “i wonder how many songs by the front bottoms can be applied to sasunaru?”

the answer is 14

note: this is in order of the discography so better ones might be later in the list

@franruto here u go!!

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asongoftarthandlannister  asked:

I've been rewatching Dead Man's Chest this weekend and what's hilarious to me is the extent to which a) This really is the Sparrabeth movie and b) How so many remarks went over the top of my head as a child?! "Persaude me." "You know Will taught me how to handle a sword..." I MEAN!!! One of the greatest things about DMC though is Ragetti and Pintel and I LOVE the scene where they're just throwing swords to Elizabeth in the forest... if you could gif that scene that would be fab? :') xx

Side note: I mean I’ve personally never considered it the Jack/Elizabeth movie, but more of a Elizabeth’s road to self discovery movie. She probably gets the greatest character development over the first three movies (aside from Will), and, to me, Dead Man’s Chest is a large contributor to that. It just so happens that Jack also played a pretty important part in her search for her own identity.

But, yeah, Pintel and Ragetti were definitely epic characters. Rewatching really makes me nostalgic and kind of ticked that they weren’t in parts four and five, but *shrugs* what can you do? *frowns* Their evolving dynamic with Elizabeth was so good, too. Like, they went from being her captors to her goddamn fangirls, ffs.

I’ll definitely be giffing that for you :)

I guess i might as well put a LAPIDOT thing here.

but alec and magnus greeting each other with ‘mister lightwood’ and ‘mister bane’ every time they see each other in increasingly more obnoxious english accents

anonymous asked:

If the art was that good people would see it anyway. Without the artist needing to reblog it 100 times

I see you’re stemming from liv’s @larvesta own answer about this and I’m not gonna lie, I’m really hesitant about saying anything on the matter bc i don’t do this kind of thing but I realise people actually think this way so here’s a proper answer. 

It doesn’t work that way. I should know, I should really know. People here on Tumblr get lucky often and you wouldn’t think that, especially if you don’t create content yourself. Things just don’t become popular all of a sudden, most of the time it needs to get reblogged by the right person and add the balance between having good content yourself as well as an ongoing status as a creator. Not to mention how you go about treating your followers, your personality and how you act here. And you’ll tell me; “But people with good art have so many notes! It must be because they’re good! See, you don’t need to reblog it so many times!”

I hope you know what it feels like to be an artist here because I do. I especially do. I have talked, reblogged, supported, and have met so many, too many artists here, some insanely obscure. Some whose work looks like it took so many hours and has very little over 50 notes; my work included. And I can tell you now that I can personally handpick and tell you that some of the work I’m most proud of and have took many hours on are not over 200 notes. I’m not saying I’m frustrated by that, because some of us are reassured in our skill but let me tell you that every time I think of a fellow artist out there who releases amazing art and earns very little notes who looks at their note count and wonders if they are good enough, my heart breaks. And there’s young artists who are still getting by, who are not as good yet but took the same amount of effort and time, they deserve to be cheered on. 

Because people think artists here are machines, capable of creating content without regards to who actually appreciates it. No one is like that, artists are fragile just like everyone else and people really forget that. They really do. 

People don’t just see the art out of nowhere, do you understand the huge amount in this platform? There’s millions of work everywhere, you need to be supported to be seen, you need to withstand the thousands of others around you and you might have to create something that’s away from the norm to stand out, you might have to take hours of your time. You don’t know unless you really indulge yourself this platform, you don’t know unless you yourself do work for more than four hours, no breaks and absolutely tired, and look at your note count to see a disheartening number. You have no idea, you really don’t.

And don’t guilt them, please. I could reblog my art so many times, but sometimes the thougt of ‘maybe it gets annoying’ always bears in my mind, artists are made to feel like it’s okay that they’re not being appreciated. I’m proud of those who reblog their art because they know they deserve better, and guess what? They do.  

There’s a difference between good content and popular content, popular content aimed towards a specific audience that you know will like and reblog that. Good content is a dangerous hit and miss. I really appreciate people who do art for things that are not popular, because sometimes they really do have to rely solely on their skills. I say it’s a dangerous hit and miss because you know it might not have that specific audience, but you still take the effort and time into it anyway. Imagine that; knowing something is popular but going for the alternative anyway; taking time, taking effort, putting your all into it. That’s absolutely insane, man. Imagine knowing you can put that time and effort into something popular that might attract way more notes, but still doing something else for the sake of that something else. 

Also there’s the matter of timezones, in which there’s a worldly concept that everyone is in different times and not everyone is here at the same time to see the same content. I don’t want to explain this; please at least understand the concept of time. 

Artists reblog their work because they want others to see it, to appreciate it. Because sometimes it’s the only way others can. Reblogging their own work is an artist’s way of supporting themselves and you think I’m going to let you let them think that that’s a bad thing? That they’re not allowed to do that? Go home, buddy. 

I don’t have anything against anyone, I just wrote this realising that people actually think this is actually how it works and even then, I don’t have anything against you, maybe you’re just misinformed, some just don’t know enough about this to really understand. 

So here it is buds: support artists supporting themselves. It’s as simple as that. 

If I’m a Saint, Then You’re Heaven

Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan.
Word Count: 11,068
Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut
A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you’re uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It’s easy to tell when they’re going to get it on and it ends at the ’-’ and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to @insanityplaysfics for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you @phandommother for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :’)
Title Creds: Cement - Citizen
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Phil didn’t know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn’t particularly care about, shit that didn’t really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let’s be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word ‘sex’ in the title.

He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.

The teacher didn’t bat an eye. Heads didn’t turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.

(He didn’t understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word ‘sex’).

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