how many times have you been arrested that you not only show no fear

Friendship in Tokyo Ghoul

One of the Saddest things that I think came out of this chapter is the thoughts of friends this chapter. This is because Touka is experiencing the “loss” of a friend for just being who she is and Yoriko associating with her. This was something that Touka never wanted, and part of the reason she stayed away for so long. Touka wanted to protect Yoriko from ever being associated with her just in case she was ever discovered. Yet, by doing that it backfired when Yoriko decided to find her friend and unintentionally got herself in the middle of a violent jealousy.

This leads Touka into this place where she is overcome with the guilt of all of her desires for Yoriko were flushed down the drain. With the only thing she can do is deny their friendship in a last ditch effort to get her out of trouble. This in many ways parallels the relationship that Hide and Kaneki had.

Kaneki and Hide had been friends for a majority of their lives, they went through the toughest points of their lives together. So of course when Kaneki became a ghoul, he wanted to protect him from himself. The fight with Nishiki not only showed the danger of ghouls for Hide, but also how he himself is the most dangerous thing. So little by little Kaneki started to pull away, until he disappeared completely after the Aogiri Tree arc. It was because Kaneki pulled away that, Hide started to look for him joined the CCG and ultimately showed up in the sewers to let Kaneki eat him.

This parallel is in how all Touka and Kaneki wanted to do was protect their friend, but in their desire to protect them they only lead them to what they never wanted for them. Touka never wanted Yoriko to find out she was a ghoul, so she’s “arrested” for being being associated with Touka and never turning her into the CCG. Kaneki didn’t want Hide to get hurt or killed, so he ends up in the situation where for him to survive he had to eat a part of Hide. It shows that the more you try to protect someone, and in many ways losing the core of the frienship which is spending time with someone you care about someone you are supposed to be able to tell anything to. Touka and Kaneki ignored that for trying to protect their friend and it bit them in the ass because their worst fears came true.

This fact also leads to the most tender part of the chapter where Touka asks for Kaneki’s advice.

About how she should be dealing with her feelings, because she just closed a bridge with Yoriko to protect her again. She cant see Yoriko for the time being because it would void her saying she didn’t know her. So she asked Kaneki what he did in a similar situation. He just tells her sincerely 

He tells her that he never did anything, because if he did he would just be tempted to see him again, which he didn’t want to do. Which in many ways highlights the issue that they are having. That both Touka and Kaneki were being hypocritical in their actions to someone they care about.

Kaneki didn’t want to be alone so he left Hide alone, Touka didn’t want to be abandoned and she abandoned Yoriko. I feel like this shows how much fear can make you do things to someone that hurts them thus undermining anything you were trying to do for them. It shows that while they have grown they still have this major roadblock in front of them. I feel like one of the last pieces of development that Touka and Kaneki need, is to finally confront their fears with the humans they hurt themselves trying so hard to protect.

anonymous asked:

dicta do you have any larry fic recs? nothing specific but just any fic that you loved a lot? thank you, your opinion on fics means a lot to me, and i feel like you'd probably know the really good ones!

Oh my gosh anon I love the wording of this ask so much. I’ve been meaning to make a larry rec list for going on a year but it just feels so official/overwhelming? But this, fic I loved a lot??? I can absolutely do that!!! and aaaaah there are SO MANY!!! I am not as organized about larry fic as drarry fic so this is, basically, like, a list of fics that stuck in my brain and/or heart and that are all so so good. SO GOOD! (and tbh there’s a whole other list of stuff that i’d rec but would want to reread before attempting commentary, and I have so many things marked for later and like….yeah….there’s a lot of good fic out there) And really, what better rec is there than “this is a fic that stuck in my brain and/or heart”?? Everyone should read them all!!

an act of faith against the night by @elianefics- M, 65k - It’s a clear path, drawing itself in Harry’s mind – where they began, how they ended up here. It’s not hard to convey all the events that led them to this very moment, with all of their twists and turns, not when Harry has been going through them again and again every night, albeit searching for something else.  “Did you know?” When Harry replies, it’s a question, not an answer. “Did you know, that it would end like this?” [Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.] (part two of the landscapes of war series)

  • The war from ‘a prayer for which no words exist’ (recced below!) is over, or at least as over as war can be for the people who were there, which is to say….not all that over, just taking different shape. I have endless love for the way this fic treats that aftermath, the way it shows how deeply and irreversibly harry and Louis were shaped by being fighters, and it is a stunning mix of beautiful prose and important ethical questions. It also does some really fascinating meta work with Simon Cowell, the Azoffs, and the Cordens taking on central roles in the post-war nation-building project. It’s a lot for one fic to do, and this one manages it beautifully, and throws in some more beautiful NYC cityscapes, heartaching and conflicted nostalgia, and taut but unwavering H/L love, you know, just for good measure.

another hazy may by deLILAh - M, 41k - louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

  • It’s been over a year since I’ve properly read this all the way and I can still see parts of it as vividly as if it had been last night. Harry’s hair, cigarette smoke curling upwards, hardwood floors, the rhythm of Harry’s feet as he runs to stay in shape for the job that will take him away from Louis, the feeling of seconds slipping away, and each of them more precious for being so few in number. This is one of those fics that made me nostalgic for somewhere I’d never been - except who hasn’t felt as though time was moving simultaneously quickly and too slowly, as though there is something precious that could fall apart at any second? And that’s one of many things this fic does beautifully: gives us the universality of their story, and reminding us of our own.

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by @conscious–ramblings - M, 19k - Louis and Harry had been childhood best friends, but had been separated by evacuation as the city they grew up in was destroyed around them. Now, twelve years later, they are both back in London, and through chance they meet again. In a time when you can’t admit to being gay, for fear of arrest, admitting to your best friend that you love them seems like an insurmountable obstacle.Featuring boxer Harry and mechanic Louis, much pining, and a lot of post war Britain

  • There’s often a moment in fic where they’re trying to figure out if the other one is gay and/or available, that’s full of a certain kind of tentative hope because there’s some kind of attraction there and what if, what if it was everything they think it might be? This fic takes that to 11 in the most meaningful way, because it’s the 40s, and being gay is a crime, and it’s not a question of whether they’re reading the right signals - neither of them can afford to send any - but of trying to accept that it could never, can never be. Set against absolutely simmering chemistry (the moment Louis first sees Harry in the ring is a thing I’m still not over) and wonderful research and settings (loved the feel of it, the way it all came to life, how present the remnants of the war were as they went about their lives) and fab secondary characters (Niall is a gem, and Liam is so how I think of him, and really everyone was just perfect) and this incredible click where you can feel the ease and understanding between them, feel the sense that they are destined and absolutely belong together…it takes that tension and longing, already at an 11, to a 12, and the ending is cathartic and beautiful and means so much more for knowing how rare and lucky and precious that moment is, and how much they’re willing to risk, and how it’s kinds of risk that are sometimes very specific to being queer in a moment when it’s illegal and how many of them are universal, and how incredible and enormous and moving a thing it is when both kinds of risk pay off.

Don’t Look Down by zarah5 - M, 92k - AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

  • Harry is unbelievably charming here, and it makes total sense that Louis falls for him, and as the story unfolds the clarity and meaningfulness of their connection gets more and more apparent even as Louis is fighting it tooth and nail. But it’s not miscommunication and it’s not self-loathing, it’s that Louis’ reasons are genuinely thoughtful and important (professional ethics!!!!!! With real implications!!!!) and that they’re genuinely in a difficult position and can’t be together without betraying things that mean a lot to both of them, which made me love this version of him even more and root for them that much harder. And I was already rooting for them pretty damn hard. They fit together beautifully from the first, understand each other on so many levels, are drawn together just magically…and then there are these beautiful moments (Venice omg) and heart-wrenching moments (after that dinner and that one morning and then that other one omg) and hold-your-breath moments (what is Louis gonna dooooo) and heart-pounding momebts, and I could not put it down.

Fake you’re full and feel tomorrow by theglitterbee - NC-17, 21k - Louis is a high class prostitute and the best at what he does. Harry is a hard to please 17 year old who wants to give himself completely to another man. [It contains prostitution, d/s, daddy kink, silly banter and two idiots in love.](The one with the text messages.)

  • listen this is gonna sound like a weird rec but bear with me. this fic was one of the first 1d fics I read, and on face is almost entirely made of things i don’t like, and yet, here it is. It did that alchemical thing where it just worked and it did all these things really well - like daddy kink was 100% squick for me before this and it’s still like 80% squick but this fic explained it in such a way that i got it and could understand it and see why it worked for them and what it meant for them and that psychology made it work (and made me get why it was hot? which is pretty massive for something in the squick category). and i was hesitant about their ages but it wound up being (i think not unrealistically) part of a fundamental kind of self-discovery that was part of why things between them felt so critical and important. and i was v skeptical about social media stuff in fic but this one did it so well that i got it and felt like it really enriched the story and showed a particular kind of progress and dynamic in their interactions that needed to be done that way (and wound up being really cool and impressive). and i was nervous about the potential for the dynamics to not work but they are both full people who needed each other in this very specific way and fit together beautifully and it did some of the best stuff kink fics do imo, where the kink reveals something about who they are and what they need and why they work and who they are individually and together, and so here we are, a fic with tags i wouldn’t usually touch, reccing away and considering a reread. this kind of rec can be kind of ~, i know, but the tl;dr is that this fic is so good it overcame every hesitation and left me totally engaged and impressed and invested.

Hold Me Closer by balanceds - NC-17, 36.5k - Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

  • I was so surprised when I looked up the word count for this bc I would have sworn it was at least twice as longc there is so much story, and so much development, and so many moments that stick that. Watching Louis come to terms with who he was as a dancer and and person was this beautiful process that was so rewarding to read, and it was unusual and fresh in this way I really want to talk about but really don’t want to spoil. Along the way there is spectacular chemistry, zayn and Louis taking on gay swan lake, so much yearning and despair and happiness and reckoning and growth, an amazing and deeply satisfying Simon moment, and one of those h/l relationships where they make each other strong.

like a boomerang by @youwilll- M, 52k - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.

  • This fic is so so utterly charming in like nine different ways. Harry and Louis slot together so beautifully you can practically hear the click, and then they do it again and again and somehow every time feels fresh and important, and through it all the stakes get bigger as Louis contemplates the meaning of their repeated day and all of these deep questions sneak in, and a bit of a mystery, and a bunch of self-discovery, and a bunch of personal growth as Louis learns and thinks, really thinks, about what he needs to do, and realizes how willing he is to do it. It was so perfectly balanced between being gentle and exciting, between destiny and action, between grand gestures and quiet moments, and it settled like a warm blanket and I looked forward to every chapter so much.  And then, at the end…it was one of those stories that made me want to add and place to my travel list because the relevant moments are so well located and satisfying that you just want to be there, and it captured this particular instant - the way it wound sound and smell and how the air would feel and the electricity of it - so vividly. Lovely through and through.

Love Is A Human Right by @conscious–ramblings- M, 41k - The one where Louis has spent years getting over his ex, Harry Styles, and was almost successful. That is until Harry is elected as an MP, and Louis is given the task of getting him to support an Act of Parliament. Through tears and arguments and a heavy dose of LGBTQ+ politics, their lives finally line up. Will Louis be able to forgive? Will they still want the same thing? It’s difficult to let go of five years of hurt, but even more difficult to be close to the love of your life and let them walk away again.

  • This fic is basically everything I want in a fic, but together so amazingly well that I would never be able to put into a prompt because it’s the *how* that makes it so perfect. I mean, politics, check, LGBTQ politics, check, larry, check, vivid settings, check, emotional stakes, check, pining, check, everything, check. But the kicker is the beautiful complexity to all of it, that the story really truly understands the complexity of coming out and why people  do and why they don’t and what it mean and how it works and the ways it plays out in queer communities, and these gay leads aren’t incidentally gay, but engaged in identity and politics in a way that feels true and resonant, and that manages to both say really important things about queer communities and tell a beautiful love story about coming to terms with who you are and what you stand for and how love shapes (but doesn’t always determine, and I love that about this fic too) your priorities. Then add some simmering UST and simmering RST (hot damn i mean really) and viscerally, deliciously painful pining and hilarious side plots (SGIL!! Ziam!! Nick’s guessing games!!) and a background story that had my heart twisting for them from the first and settings that felt so real they were popping back into my head for weeks and just…superb. Superb.

a prayer for which no words exist by @elianefics - M, 65k - “Louis is a few seconds away from blowing up a rather important section of the New York subway when he sees Harry for the first time.” (part one of the landscapes of war series)

  • War!AU in NYC! Another one that I will admit fit my interests beautifully but it’s the execution that makes it work so beautifully. From the second they meet, there’s an urgency and fragility to Harry and Louis’ relationship that is a perfect fit for the politics and the newness of it all. At the same time, their connection is so certain and solid, and whether they’re waking up in the Brooklyn penthouse loft that I am still not over or getting ready to run into battle, their love casts everything else into relief and brings out some of he human consequences to why people fight and what they have to gain or lose, and shows what all they’re risking. Left me breathless in the best ways, and so glad to have gone on this journey.

Pull Me Under by zarah5 - NC-17, 140k - AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career,  it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed  relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

  • This was the fic that tipped me right over the precipice and properly into the fandom; how could I not rec it? Even if I wasn’t personally attached, how could I not rec it? It’s so bloody beautiful, watching Louis come to terms with the idea of being out, and to take steps towards it, and to see how his interactions with Harry change that and what develops between them. The pacing is amazing, the depiction of internalized homophobia is chest-tightening in the good illustrative moving way, the world is so immersive (like I went to get the link and 20 minutes later I was still reading and totally entranced), and their relationship 100% made my heart sing, in both the big triumphant moments and the little ones.

things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas - M, 49k - it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.-when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

  • I’m not even entirely sure what to say about this fic that won’t give it away or send people running because here’s the thing: it is heartbreaking. It is worth it. It is sad, yes. It is also exhilarating and beautiful and about why love, platonic and romantic, makes the risks worthwhile, and how we know, viscerally know what is important to us. Real talk pt. 1: read it because I had terrible pms and really needed to cry. Real talk pt. 2: it worked, in that very particular way thar also made me sit and think about who and what is really important and had me sobbing in the best, most cathartic way. That lasting, deep way that’s making my chest a little tight just thinking about it, but that also means that I can smell the snow and feel the frost and see the brilliance of the sun and feel the boys’ love as - more - constant than the sun, and what the heck else could you ask for?

These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch and everydayslike - NC-17, 190k - Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

  • this is one of the top ten most affecting things i have ever read in my life. i don’t know how. i don’t know why. i do know that i couldn’t put it down for days and wound up finishing it in a blanket fort on a friend’s couch at 4am, literally doing that feet-kicking thing where you’re so full of feelings you can’t actually physically contain it but have to be quiet and still because the rest of the world is asleep during your emotional revelation. it restored my faith in love and hope. i am still not recovered from the thing on the soccer field at night before the train or the star tattoo or harry taking picture after picture or basically anything about it. clear your calendar if you have to but read this fic and then pls come talk to me about it because like i said i am deeply affected and possibly forever changed.

walk my days on a wire by sunshiner - M, 38.5k - Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

  • There’s this one moment in Cannes when they kiss and I both really want to talk about it bc it is amazing and really would not dream of talking about bc you have to go read it yourself. So like the summary suggests, they’re in a fake relationship, and they know that that’s what it’s supposed to be, but of course - of course - there’s more to it than that. Like instantly more in this way that you can feel rolling off the screen, that is about sexual chemistry but also a certain kind of very precious fitting together. Watching them see themselves through each others eyes is beautiful, as is seeing how much it means to them to have someone else who understands the pressured of this rarefied, panopticonic world of celebrity, and who loves and validates the ott celeb performer and the human underneath the facade. It’s interesting to read in the context of this fandom, and entirely universal at the same time - who doesn’t want a partner who can love them at their most extreme and most mundane, most accomplished and most afraid, right in the middle of a stadium or right in the middle of taking up the whole damn bed?

whispering of fields half-sown by @elianefics- PG-13, 7k - “And how ironic is it that even now, at the end of all things, Louis’ mere presence makes Harry want to believe that anything is possible again. That the earth isn’t close to collapsing on itself, that the tomorrows are bright and shining and full of promises. Harry hates Louis for giving him something to look forward to when the sky only keeps getting darker. Harry loves Louis for it. ”[All of his boys come back to him in the end, but it’s Louis, Harry has been waiting for all this time.]

  • heartbreaking, lush, moving apocalypse!fic wherein it is absolutely the case that through fire and water and earthquakes and ice, there is one person Harry needs by his side. There’s Liam and Niall and Zayn, too, and what it would mean for all of them to say goodbye, really goodbye, who they all are and what those friendships mean. And Louis. Oh, Louis. My eyes got mysteriously damp in the really good way, and it made me want to sit down and write just to make words like this. The conversation at the end of this stayed with me like whoa, and my chest is getting a little tight thinking about it again. That may make some people want to X it off the list; think twice before you do. This is worth it.

Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar - M, 227.5k - Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

  • absolutely beautiful. so vivid i dreamt about it and then went and got a whole bunch of flowers and spent a while wandering around in fancy clothes just because it felt as though i was already living in the story so why not? And how could you not want to be part of this world that is complex and nuanced and subtle and gorgeous (which is not a way i expected to feel about a fic about rich kids btw but this fic makes them so full and the story so engaging that it happened and not only a little). Dimensional characters, wonderful tension, simmering slow burn, complexity, believable and complex psychological motivations,  theme parties, a falcon named cleopatrick, long nights, loaded touches, meaningful subplots, love, resilience. The only possible complaint is it made me want a champagne fountain, and that is not any sort of complaint at all. (lmk if you have a champagne fountain though, it’s been a few weeks and i am really still about wanting to live inside this fic, and also champagne)
Kinktober2017 Day 14: Role Reversal with Klance

*Releases Day 14* *It’s supposed to be Day 15* *Hides in corner*

Altean Prince Lance x Galra Guard Keith AU

I know this isn’t exactly what role reversal normally means, but hey, I went with it.


Lance let out the dirtiest sound he had ever made in his entire life as his back arched against the bed, looking up at his bodyguard with a red face and squinting eyes.

“K-Keith…” The Altean Prince muttered weakly, writhing about as the Galra pinned his arms above his head with one hand while the other spread his legs apart, running his fingers up and down Lance’s thighs.

“You know, I’ve always thought your skin looked so smooth…now that I finally get to touch you in all these wonderful places, I can confirm just how right I was.” Keith’s teasing voice just made Lance’s face even redder as he willingly spread his legs apart wider. He knew he took very good care of his skin, not just because he was a prince, but because he liked being able to be confident in it, so hearing Keith compliment something he worked hard for made his heart warmer than it already was.

“Spreading yourself willingly for me, now, my Prince? I must say, I’ve been observing you all this time, but I never could have guessed you were so naughty.”

Lance’s face was growing red all the way up to his pointy ears as Keith continued teasing him, and he hated that getting him flustered was a specialty that the Galra bodyguard possessed. He wanted nothing more than to hide his face in his hands, but obviously that wasn’t possible right now, so he instead tried to deny it by closing his legs again.

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Prince Lance.” Keith spread his own legs from in between Lance’s to spread his apart again, grinning down at him in that sexy way that showed off his fangs. “You can’t hide it anymore, Prince; and you don’t need to.” He leaned down until their chests were parallel, pressing soft kisses to Lance’s forehead, and if those made him melt, the words he spoke next made him implode. “I’ll take good care of you, always.”

Honestly, Lance was ready to start tearing up from how sweet Keith always was to him, always more than a bodyguard, always there for him physically and emotionally, and he wanted to express all his gratitude, but his emotional outburst was cut of as Keith’s finger prodded his hole.

“Oh!” Lance gasped, body suddenly tensing up at the sudden feeling. Keith immediately began kissing every inch of his face, showering him in claims of “you’re so pretty” and “you know I’ll never hurt you”. Lance did know. He knew Keith would never hurt him, and in the end, that was what relaxed him completely as he let the Galra slip his finger inside, squirming a bit at the unusual but welcome sensation.

“Keith…” he whispered, already panting from how hot his body felt.

“Shh…” Keith shushed him soothingly, hand moving from his wrists to stroke his white hair. He didn’t have to hold Lance down anymore and he knew it, doing whatever he could to show the Prince his love as a second finger slipped inside of him, and the two appendages began working together to stretch Lance’s walls in two separate directions, covering themselves in his Altean self-lubricant and slicking up his walls.

“Oh god Keith…” Lance was finding out that he was very verbal during intimate sessions, and that he apparently loved crying out his lover’s name as he squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the feeling of the fingers moving around inside of him, getting him even wetter than he already was. Being Altean, he was pretty sure his hole would just adjust to whatever size was needed for Keith’s dick before readjusting to give him pleasure, but Keith wanted to go the extra mile and prepare him like this anyways, which only strengthened the sentimentality of the gesture. God, Lance loved him more than he ever thought it was possible to love anything. He wanted him more than he ever thought it was possible to want anything.

“Keith…” His hands weren’t being held down anymore, so he moved them to grab the wrist of the hand that was stroking his hair, opening his eyes to look up at Keith pleadingly. He forgot to speak for a second when he met those yellow Galra eyes full of so much care. Only the beating of his heart reminded him that he was alive, and remembering that he was alive made him remember how much he wanted a certain something. “Keith, I’m okay…but you’re gonna kill me if you don’t get inside of me soon…”

Keith blinked in surprise for a tick before grinning, digging his fingers in deeper. “Oh, I will, will I? I suppose they’ll arrest me for treason for killing the Prince of Altea.” He snickered, and Lance hit his arm playfully, face reddening more.

“Keith…please, I…I need it.” Relief flooded through Lance as he felt the fingers pull out of him, replaced by something much larger and hotter pressing against his entrance. Just feeling it made Lance shiver and whine, hole gaping wide and ready for Keith’s large Galra dick. He waited…and waited. And then, he curled his back to look up at Keith.

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you doing it?” To his surprise, Keith’s face didn’t like teasing at all; he wasn’t even smiling as he stared back at Lance. Frustration took hold of him as he desperately pushed against the head of Keith’s cock, needing it inside of him. “Keith, just do it! That is an order from your Prince!”

“You’re not my prince.”

Lance’s eyes widened, and his entire body was seized by fear as he stared at Keith’s unforgiving eyes. “I’m…not your…?”

“You’re revoking your title as Prince and giving it to me.” Keith said, voice completely serious. “You’re going to call me ‘your highness’, and you’re nothing more than a peasant now. Understood? If not, I’ll just go ahead and let you tend to your own needs.” He began slowly pulling back, immediately making Lance’s arm shoot forward in panic.

“No!” Lance gasped out, gulping. “N-no…please…your highness.” Just hearing those words leave his mouth directed towards Keith made both of them shiver in satisfaction. It wasn’t that they weren’t happy with their current roles, but the power swap that came with reversing their roles was just so exhilarating for them both.

“In that case…” Keith pushed forward, sliding his cock into Lance’s dripping hole and groaning as the walls contracted in response to his thickness immediately.

Lance’s breathing was already picking up pace as he gripped the bedsheets and clenched his teeth together, a long, drawn out whimpering sound escaping him as he felt his hole being filled up. It wasn’t long before Keith’s cock was completely buried inside of him, and they stared at each other for a bit, unmoving. Then, Lance got impatient and tried rocking back.

“Please…move Keith…” The glare he got quickly reminded himself of the role reversal as he squirmed. “Please move, your highness…”

Finally, the smile returned to Keith’s face as he cupped Lance’s face. “You’re going to have to beg your Prince a lot better than that, darling. You have to beg me to fuck you.”

Lance’s heart pounded against his chest in humiliation, but his pride was one of the last things on his mind as he felt Keith’s cock pulsing from inside of him, offering to move if he could just convince him to. He gulped and took a few deep breaths, preparing himself for the filthy language he was about to unleash.

“Fuck me…your highness.”

“More.”

“Fuck me, your highness!”

“Is this how you treat royalty?”

“Please fuck me, your highness!”

“BEG!”

“PLEASE FUCK ME YOUR HIGHNESS!” Lance was shouting at the top of his lungs, his body a mixture of frustration from how much he needed something he wasn’t being given and lust from how hot Keith was making this. To his relief, his final screams had been enough, and Keith started to really fuck him, wasting no time in going slow simply because he didn’t need to.

Huge sparks of passion and pleasure were flaring through Lance’s body repeatedly, and the process was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He tried to focus on breathing so that he wouldn’t just pass out, but it was proving impossible for him to remember how to focus on anything anymore as his body spasmed and shook with each massive thrust of Keith’s cock.

“Lance, fuck!” Keith grunted with each thrust, slamming deep inside of Lance and into his prostate, which only added onto the pleasure he was already receiving just from being filled up.

“Fuck me your highness, please fuck me harder, make me lose my mind, your highness, I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME!” Lance was crying out and screaming so many things he couldn’t even comprehend it all, couldn’t even be sure if he was speaking coherently as he begged and begged his royalness to fuck him more. After all, Lance wasn’t royalty in this situation; he could say as many dirty things as he wanted to. As a result, constant streams of “Fuck me!” were coming out of his mouth at the top of his lungs, only encouraging Keith to do exactly as he begged.

Keith was literally making him lose his mind by fucking him, and he was even forgetting that not being a prince was just a role reversal thing, completely submitting himself into his new role beneath Keith.

“Fuck me your highness, bless me with your seed, please, I need you inside of me!” He begged, eyes wide with lust as he did his best to thrust back to meet Keith’s hips, although he could barely feel his legs from how hard his body was being pounded. He was clawing at the sheets and trying to express the insane amounts of pleasure shooting through his body in any way he could, including screams, but he just couldn’t seem to get ahold of himself as he lost himself in the lust and passion and ecstasy of Keith’s cock.

The Galra on top didn’t seem to be doing much better with his self control, letting out constant growls and roars as he went back to pinning Lance down, hips ramming forward with everything he had, balls slapping against Lance and making obnoxiously loud slapping noises. He was definitely close - too close for either of them to stop now.

“Lance…! Fuck, Lance, I’m gonna…cum! Gonna fill you with my…royal seed! That what you want?! Come on baby!” He smacked Lance’s ass, causing a shaky yelp to escape him.

“Ah! Yes, please! Please your highness! Fill me up, I need you! I…PLEASE!” All Lance could do in the end was plead and beg and scream as he felt Keith cum, his hot, sticky Galra seed flooding Lance’s royal Altean body and staining his insides. The sensation of being stuffed sent Lance over the edge, and he came alongside Keith as they both screamed and pressed their bodies as close together as possible. Keith’s cum filled Lance completely while the Altean’s cum shot all over their chests, the bed shaking and squeaking from all their passionate bucking.

They slowly began coming down from their sex high as their orgasms died off, leaving both boys panting and staring at each other with passionate looks that also said ‘what just happened’.

Keith slowly pulled out of the prince, wincing at the squelching sounds that followed his dick before he shuffled off to the side and fell down next to his lover. Silence ensued between them, just listening to the sound of each other’s heaving chests and relishing in the pleasure they’d just experienced.

“…I love you.” Lance honestly didn’t know what else to say, so he just blurted out his feelings out, snuggling backwards into Keith’s chest. The Galra immediately wrapped his arms around Lance, kissing the back of his neck.

“I love you, too.” He assured. Lance keened at that, smiling wider than he ever had as he sighed.

“Oh, also, that was amazing. Thank you, Keith.”

“Don’t you mean, ‘your highness’?”

Lance scowled and shoved back against Keith playfully, and they both laughed tiredly as they lay on the bed to go to sleep.

anonymous asked:

Prompt because I can never have enough angst in my life: Elorcan modern AU where they get in a fight and one of them leaves the house with hurtful words thrown at each other, one of them is severely injured somehow?? Idk really

This was only supposed to be like 1,000 words, oooooooooops.

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“I just don’t understand why you’re so angry! I didn’t do anything!”
Elide and Lorcan were in the kitchen of his small apartment, the latter leaning on the counter with his arms crossed across his chest, while the former had her thin arms braced on the table.
“Oh, please,” he spat at her. “This Luca guy wouldn’t continually ask you out for no reason. You’ve never even told him about me, have you?”
“Of course I have, Lorcan!” She said, spinning around to look at him. Her arms fell to her sides helplessly. “Every time he asks me to hang out after work, I politely tell him no, because I have you.”
He growled, “Maybe I need to tell him, and not so politely.”
“What were you even doing there?” She asked.
Lorcan ran a frustrated hand through his long hair. “What? Am I not allowed to visit you at your job?”
“You are,” she sighed, “But you kind of ambushed me.”
“Ambushed you?” He asked, his voice raising. “I was trying to surprise you! I was-.”
Cutting him off, she asked incredulously, “Were you checking up on me?”
“For the last time, NO!” He roared. “I just wanted to come surprise you. But then I walk up and I see that asshole had his hand on your arm and then you, you actually touched his chest! And I hear him telling you about how he’ll take ‘good care of you’ at the party on Friday night? What party, Elide? Huh?” A humorless laugh left his mouth. “On second thought, maybe I do need to check up on you at work.”
“I’m not a child, Lorcan.”
“You could’ve fooled me.”
“And,” she said, ignoring his comment, “you don’t own me.”
With his long legs, it only took three steps until he was standing directly in front of her, towering down over her small frame. He grasped her left hand and held it up, letting the light catch on the diamond ring encircling her finger. “Do you see this, Elide? It means that you are mine, and only mine. You are not my possession, but you are mine, to protect, to care for, to love.” He let go and her hand dropped limply to her side. Turning around he walked to the fridge and opened it, grabbing a beer and popping its lid off.
“Baby, I-.”
“Just get out, Elide,” he cut her off, not turning around to look at her. “Go home. I need to…think about some things.”
Her breath caught in her throat. He’d never asked her to leave. In all the years they’d been together, they always worked their fights out. “Lorcan-.”
“Get out.” He growled.
Breathlessly, voice shaking, she asked, “What do you need to think about?”
“Leave, Elide. Now”
Silently, Elide grabbed her keys off of the counter and her purse from the kitchen table. She walked to the door and with a hand on the knob, called to him, “I love you.”
Nothing but silence answered her from the kitchen.
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Lorcan knew he had overreacted.
He knew he was an ass and that he should never have asked her to leave. He didn’t need to think about shit. He loved Elide Lochan, and she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The happiest day of his life was the day she had agreed to marry him.
This Luca prick at work was going to have to stop though. He texted her non stop and apparently had been asking Elide out every week without fail. He may need to make a stop in on Elide’s next day off.
For the thousandth time that night, he rolled over and looked at her empty side of the bed. By now, her inky black hair would be draped across her pillow. Her clothes would be in a heap at the end of the bed. Her small frame would be curled up against his. He ran an exasperated hand down his face.
He fucked up and he knew it. He rolled over and picked his phone up off the nightstand. She hadn’t texted him even once, hadn’t called him. He expected that she would’ve texted as soon as she got home, but she must have been pretty upset with him. She hadn’t tweeted or posted on Facebook or anything, which led him to believe she fell asleep as soon as she walked in the door.
He could hear her cries in his head and he felt like a piece of shit for causing her pain. Swallowing his pride, he sent her a text.
“I’m sorry. I’m a jealous ass, but I love you more than my own life. Call me in the morning. I love you so much.”
He watched the little, blue bubble send off and waited for it to read “Delivered” underneath. Hell, maybe he’d get lucky and it would show up as “Read”. If it did, he’d call her. He’d blow her phone up until she answered and he’d apologize for being the piece of shit fiancé that he was.
But it never delivered. The blue bubble turned green as it sent as an old school text message. Lorcan’s eyebrows rose and he decided to call her, to see if he could fix this now. It immediately went to voicemail. Her phone must have died.
Sighing, he rolled over and put his phone back on the nightstand. He’d fix this in the morning. He’d go see her in the morning and he’d make everything right. But first, he needed to get some sleep.
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There was a pounding on his door. Lorcan sat up and jumped out of bed, grabbing the 9mm he kept on his nightstand, next to his badge. The banging continued. A look at the clock on its surface told him it was just after two in the morning.
Popping the safety off and loading one in the chamber, Lorcan crept through his apartment until he got to the door, where the pounding was still happening. A glance at the peephole had him groaning and setting his gun on the small table Elide had distressed and placed by the doorway. He swung open the door to reveal his partner dressed in his blue uniform. “What the hell are you doing here, Whitethorn? It’s two in the gods damned morning.”
“Lorcan, we need to go, now.”
Immediately, Lorcan was on red alert.
“What are you talking about?”
The man in front of him, the man he’d known his whole life and worked with on the force for over 4 years, that was pain in his pine green eyes. Pain and pity.
“It’s Elide.” His heart stopped. “Lorcan, there’s been an accident.”
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Rowan was just starting his overnight patrol when he got a call over his radio about an accident involving an overturned vehicle on South Terrasen Rd, headed towards Adarlan. Since he had just made a stop nearby, he radioed that he was close and turned on his lights.
As he approached the accident, he turned his spotlight on and his heart dropped into his stomach.
An extremely familiar car was wrapped around a tree, upside down.
Rowan had pulled over friends and family members in his 4 years with the Erilea Police Department. He’d had to arrest former classmates and people that he knew. He’d even had to escort funerals of people he’d known his entire life. He’d never had a problem putting on the mask that made him “Officer Whitethorn” and staying professional. Until tonight.
He jumped out of his patrol car, screaming, “Elide?!”
He sprinted towards the wreckage, calling her name, listening for her to reply. He heard nothing.
Grabbing his radio at his shoulder, he called out, “This is Officer Whitethorn, I need paramedics to the accident on South Terrasen ASAP.”
He reached the car, just as his radio went off. “How many passengers?”
He got on his hands and knees to look into the car and almost vomited due to the fear coursing through his veins.
Elide was hanging from her seat, held in by her seatbelt, thank the gods. However, her arm was crushed between her body and the door. It was twisted at an unnatural angle and he could see a bone piercing through her forearm. Blood was trickling from her head, originating from a wound he couldn’t see in her hair. She was unconscious. And he couldn’t tell if she was breathing.
He radioed back to the dispatcher, “One female passenger, I can’t tell if she’s unconscious or de-.” His voice broke. “Deceased.”
The radio clicked back. “Standby.”
Grabbing at his shoulder, he called back, “Dispatch, I’m going to attempt to remove her.”
Silence met him.
“Officer Whitethorn, wait for assistance. Erilea Fire is on the way and-.”
“The passenger is Officer Salvaterre’s fiancée.”
More silence. A new voice came through the radio.
“Are you positive it’s Elide?” The usually confident voice was shaking.
“It’s- it’s her, Manon,” he said, wiping the sweat that was starting to appear on his brow.
“Did you say deceased?”
He closed his eyes. “I- I can’t tell, she’s not in good shape, and I-.” He paused and had to collect himself.
“Get her out of that gods damned car, Rowan. I’m calling Aelin.”
He took that as permission and sat on the ground, leaning back on his hands. With Elide unconscious, he didn’t have to warn her to look away. Pressing his boots against the passenger window, he brought his legs back and smashed his feet into glass. It shattered, sending shards everywhere in the car. Elide didn’t so much as twitch.
“Elide?” He called out, hoping just maybe she would hear him and wake up.
Crawling into the wreckage, he reached a shaking hand to her neck and felt for a pulse.
He waited, his body going cold.
There. There it was.
It was weak, so faint that he could barely feel it.
“Manon!” He called over his radio.
“Go, Whitethorn,” Asterin’s voice called back.
“She’s alive, but she’s fading fast.”
A silent pause met him. “An ambulance is close, less than a mile away. Can she hold on that long?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “I haven’t even gotten her out of the car yet. I just got her pulse.”
“Continue on, keep us updated.”
Elide’s left arm was crushed by the door, her right hanging below her body. He had to do this carefully. One wrong move and she would fall from her seat and that could be it. He ran a finger along the seatbelt, and that’s when he noticed blood on her abdomen.
A shard of metal from her mangled door was jutting directly into her side.
“I can’t get her out,” he said into the radio. “She has a laceration on her left side. Wreckage and shrapnel. I don’t know if it’s hit anything major. I can’t risk cutting her down without an ambulance here.”
Manon’s clear voice called back to him. “It’s almost to you. Asterin is tracking them. The EFD should be pulling up any second.”
“10/4.”
Rowan did the only thing he could think to do. He took Elide’s limp hand in his own and prayed. He prayed to every god and goddess he could think of, regardless of what they were the deity of. After a moment, he heard approaching sirens and crawled out of the car.
The engine parked and men jumped out. In the darkness, they all looked the same and he couldn’t point a single one out until he heard “Whitethorn!”
Running over to the Captain, he passed the other men and relayed the information he’d discovered to them. As he approached, Chaol grabbed his arm. “Is it really Elide?”
Rowan ran a hand through his silver hair. “Yeah, it is. It’s not good, man.”
“Have you called Aelin?” Chaol asked.
He shook his head. “No, Manon said she would. I need to let Lorcan know though.”
Chaol’s chestnut eyes were somber. “Go. Fenrys and Gavriel are on their way.” An ambulance was pulling up and a second patrol car was behind it. “Get out of here. I’ll call you if anything changes.”
Rowan clapped the man on the shoulder and ran to his patrol car. Getting in, he dialed the number of his oldest friend, trying to figure out how he was going to tell him what had happened. He didn’t answer. Hanging up, he dialed him again. No answer. He left a voicemail.
“Man, I need you to answer or call me back immediately, it’s an emergency.”
He sent him a quick text saying the exact same thing.
Turning the car on, he tried to dial him one more time. As he pulled away from the accident, glancing at it in his rear view mirror, he sent up one last to prayer to anyone who was listening.
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By the time Rowan and Lorcan pulled up to the hospital, Manon had called Rowan, letting him know they’d had to cut Elide from car. They’d taken her to the hospital and she’d gone immediately into surgery. Not only had her arm been destroyed, but there was bleeding and swelling on her brain and her common iliac artery had been severed by the wreckage.
Lorcan hadn’t said a single word since Rowan appeared at his door and he wasn’t about to push his friend to speak. Had the roles been reversed, Rowan didn’t know what he would’ve done.
They sat in a silent waiting room, as one by one their friends filed in, in various states of emotion. Aelin and Lysandra were barely holding it together, where Manon was a stone wall of strength, the only indication of her fear being the vice grip she had on Dorian’s hand.
Lorcan’s elbows were braced on his knees, his hands knotted into his long, black hair. Every now and then, his friends would hear a quiet sniff come from him, but for the most part, he was a shell of his normal, sarcastic self.
Bits of every conversation floated over to him.
“When did it happen?”
“I wonder where she was going.”
“She got off work at 10:30, I don’t know why she was out so late.”
“Why wasn’t she at home?”
“Because of me,” he whispered, and the waiting room went silent.
“What?” Aedion asked, Lysandra’s hand held tightly in his own.
“She wasn’t at home because of me,” he said again, dragging a hand through his dark hair and tying it in a knot at the back of his head. Faint tracks could be seen from tears that had slipped down his face. “We- We had a fight. It was stupid.” He pulled his hand over his face, wiping the tears away, sniffing. “I told her to get out. I made her leave. And now…” He trailed off, and the warrior broke down. No one had ever seen Lorcan cry. Elide was the only who had ever been able to break down his walls.
Manon stood up, taking careful steps across the waiting room, and stopped in front of the broken man. He glanced up at her.
And a silver tipped hand smacked across his face.
The waiting room erupted into chaos. Dorian pulled Manon back across the room as she started to yell at Lorcan, who just sat there, blood pooling from the thin scratches she’d left on his face. Aelin stood up and got in Manon’s face, Rowan quickly grabbing at her to pull her back to her seat. Aedion, Lysandra and Asterin stood back ready to grab someone and drag them out if need be.
“Excuse me?!”
The group of friends silenced and found a stoic man standing by the entryway to the OR, wearing scrubs.
“Which one of you is Mr. Salvaterre?”
Lorcan’s head snapped back up and he stood. “I am.”
“I need to speak with you.” With that, he walked towards the desk, away from the group.
Lorcan watched him walk away and felt a small hand squeeze his own. He looked over to Aelin and nodded, before following the doctor.
“How is she?” He asked, stopping in front of the man.
“I’m Dr. Emrys Mistland. I’m the chief operating physician tonight.” He held out a hand.
Lorcan took his hand and shook it but didn’t say a word, waiting for the man to answer his question.
“Sir, were you aware that your fiancée was 7 weeks pregnant?”
Lorcan felt like he’d been punched in the gut.
“She was pregnant?” He stopped. “Wait, was?”
The old man looked at him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m afraid there wasn’t much we could do, with it being that early. We had to make the decision to focus on Elide.”
“Is she okay?” Lorcan asked. “Is she awake? Can I see her? Can I talk to her?”
Dr. Mistland gave him a sad look. “I’m afraid there’s a chance that Ms. Lochan won’t wake up. Not for a while, at least.”
The world was falling out from under Lorcan. He was going numb. He listened to the doctor, as he explained Elide’s multitude of injuries, and how they’d stabilized her, but he only heard parts of what the man was saying.
His Elide. His fiancée. The mother of his unborn child. When she’d left, she’d told him she loved him and he didn’t say it back.
And now he might never have the chance.
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Four days. It had been four days since he walked into this hospital at 2:30 in the morning. Lorcan hadn’t left once.
Aelin and Manon and even Aedion had offered to stay so he could go home and shower, so he could get some good sleep.
“I’m not leaving her,” was his response every time.
Everyone had come to see her by this point, and with every passing day, more and more flowers were piling up. Cards were dropped off. Through out it all, Lorcan never left her side, never let go of her hand for more than a few minutes.
He cradled her left hand so carefully, running his thumb over the empty spot on her finger. His other hand reached up and fingered the mangled engagement ring he had slipped onto his necklace.
Standing, he brushed her dark hair back and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. He headed down to the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee. He called Rowan to let Aelin know there’d been no change this morning when the nurses came in to check her vitals. Making his way back down the hall, he noticed the door to Elide’s room was cracked open. He knew he had shut it when he had left.
Quietly easing the door open, he found a man in his early twenties looking over Elide’s flowers at the window, his back to Lorcan. As he stepped inside, the door creaked and then man whirled, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a card in the other.
“Can I help you?” Lorcan asked, instantly going on his guard.
“I, uhm,” the younger man stammered. “I work with Elide. Everyone wanted me to come drop this off.” He held up the card, and set it on the table with all of her flowers, cards and other gifts.
“And those?” Lorcan asked, indicating the flowers.
“I wanted to drop them off,” he said, blushing. “Are you her brother?”
Lorcan was seeing red. This was him. This man was the cause of the whole situation they were in right now. If he would’ve just taken no for an answer the first time, the fight never would have happened, and he never would have asked Elide to leave that night. She never would have wrecked. They never would have lost their baby.
In a clipped tone, he said, “I’m her fiancé.”
The color bleached from Luca’s face. “Her fiancé? She wasn’t kidding?” He took a step back, away from the man who was almost a foot taller than him. “I thought that was just something she was saying, I never thought she meant it.”
Lorcan closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths. There was nothing that he wanted more than to beat the hell out of the kid standing in front of him, but taking the high road, he said, “I think you need to leave.”
“I- Uh.” He looked up into Lorcan’s murderous eyes. “Okay.”
Without another word, he dropped the flowers on his chair and left the room.
Making his way back over to the chair, he picked the flowers up and carried them across the room, dropping them into the trash can next to the bathroom door.
“Surprised you didn’t beat his ass…”
He spun around and saw Elide’s dark eyes were opened slightly.
“Elide,” he said, his voice cracking, and he ran to her. He carefully placed a hand on either side of her face, resting his forehead against hers. “I thought I lost you,” he cried.
“Not that easily,” she said, so quietly he could barely hear her.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so gods damned sorry, Elide. I never should have told you to leave.”
“You did nothing wrong,” she rasped, her good hand coming up to weakly grip his wrist, her thumb stroking the skin there.
“I love you so much,” he said, unable to stop the tears at last. “When I found out what happened, the only thing I could think of was the fact that you told me you loved me when you left and I didn’t say it back, and I would never get to tell you how much I loved you again.”
“I wouldn’t mind being reminded a little more often,” she joked, and he barked out a broken laugh.
“Every single day,” he promised. “Every single hour, every single minute. I’ll make sure you know just how much I love you.”
And for the rest of their days, he would.

for the many of you who have been asking about my vietnam war era hamlet ideas: i finally typed up a little something to share with y’all about my future directorial plans. i plan to keep shakespeare’s original text in the production, with minor changes and/or cuts as needed. (the only major cut would be gertrude’s death, i think it’s important for her to be alive at the end, and you’ll see why.)

this production focuses on the conflicts between younger and older generations, american hyper-praise of masculinity and what it means within the concept of war, and what happens when people put trust into political institutions blindly. this production also exploration of sexual identity and queerness, drug use, and how war affects all aspects of life.

(sidebar: these are all original ideas of mine, so if you end up using them, citation/credit is necessary. if you end up doing a vietnam war era interpretation of hamlet after reading this, please tell me, i want to hear all about it!)

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pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader, past matt donovan x reader

word count: 2462

a/n: not a request xx


You were tired.

That’s the excuse you had used, at least.

Tired and drunk.

You two had been talking for so long. His presence had filled you with a sense of content, his voice lulling you into warm sleepiness. You had no idea how many drinks he’d bought you. You knew it had surprised him, you initiating the kiss, and you’d like to say that you surprised yourself, but that wasn’t exactly the truth.

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Revelations

A rickmorty fix-it fic for the scene with Morty and the rocket ship ride in 3x04. 


“—that thing is the only part of the Vindicators that has any value to me. If you know what it is, place it on the platform. Guess wrong and you’ll die.”

The drunk Rick on the screen continued his senseless tirade, threatening the surviving Vindicators with another poorly-made neutrino bomb. If Morty wasn’t still shaken from the trauma of seeing four people get gruesomely killed, he’d definitely be laughing at Rick.

He isn’t laughing now.

Smartest man in the world, my ass. Can’t even be counted on to make a decent bastardization of Saw

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Quotes by Taylor Swift

Beauty Quotes By Taylor Swift

“Beauty is sincerity. There are so many ways, different ways someone can be beautiful.”

“I’ve never felt like there’s just one way to be beautiful.”

“Never compare yourself to the beautiful girls. There’s always someone gorgeous who will make you feel like you’re not.”

“Unique and different is the new generation of beautiful. You don’t have to be like everyone else.”

 Life Quotes By Taylor Swift

“Anything you put your mind to and add your imagination into, can make your life a lot better and a lot more fun.”

“Happiness and confidence are the prettiest things you can wear.”

“I’m beginning to think that you don’t find happiness from living your life looking ahead or back… that you find it when you look around.”

“In life and love, you learn that there comes a time to let go and move on.”

“In life, you learn lessons. And sometimes you learn them the hard way. Sometimes you learn them too late.”

“In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. Most of us fear reaching the end of our lives and looking back, regretting moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say “I love you.” When we should’ve said “I’m sorry”. When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.”

“Just because something is over doesn’t mean it wasn’t incredibly beautiful. Because another lesson I’ve learned is not all stories have a happy ending and you have to learn to deal with that.”

“Life is a ruthless game unless you play it good and play it right.”

“Life is like walking you take one step at a time.”

“Life isn’t how to survive the storm, it’s about how to dance in the rain.”

“The trials and tribulations in your life make you stronger.”

“The world doesn’t owe you anything. You have to work for everything you get and you have to appreciate every bit of success the world gives you.”

“We don’t need to share the same opinions as others, but we need to be respectful.”

“You have people come into your life shockingly and surprisingly. You have losses that you never thought you’d experience. You have rejection and you have to learn  how to deal with that and how to get up the next day and go on with it.” 

Love Quotes By Taylor Swift

“But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS.” 

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as falling in love too easily or falling too fast. Or loving someone too soon or trusting someone too soon…I’ve never treated two relationships the same. Some people move you and some people don’t.”

“It’s the most maddening, beautiful, magical, horrible, painful, wonderful joyous thing in the world, love.”

“I think the perfection of love is when it’s not perfect.”

“I write a lot of songs about love and I think that’s because to me love seems like this huge complicated thing. But it seems like every once in a while, two people get it figured out, two people get it right. And so I think the rest of us, we walk about daydreaming about what might be like. To find that one great love, where all of a sudden everything that seemed to be so complicated, became simple.”

“Love always ends differently and it always begins differently.”

“Love is fascinating. Wishing for it, pinning for it and the anger that comes when you lose it. I used to think that I could figure out some pattern to love, but there is no pattern. Absolutely nothing is predictable in love.”

“Love is unpredictable and it’s frustrating and it’s tragic and it’s beautiful.”

“Love will find you when you least expect it.”

“My favorite thing in life is writing about life, specifically the parts of life concerning love. Because as far as I’m concerned, love is absolutely everything.”

“Real love still happens sometimes. It’s not just something we make up when you’re nine. I have to believe that. You do too.” 

“The way I look at love is you have to follow it, and fall hard, if you fall hard. You have to forget what everyone else thinks. It has to be an us-against-the- world mentality. You have to make it work by prioritizing, and by falling in love really fast, without thinking too hard. If I think too hard about a relationship I’ll talk myself out of it. I have rules for a lot of areas in my life. Love is not going to be one of them.”

“There is a general rule that I always go by, and it’s that fall for who you fall for. Whatever small issue you get hung up on, whether it’s because they’re shorter than you, younger than you or they live far away- if you really are crazy about someone, none of that matters.”

 “To truly love is to have the courage to walk away and let the other person who wishes to be free go no matter how much it hurts.” 

Motivational Quotes By Taylor Swift

“At some point you have to forget about grudges because they only hurt.” 

“Be that strong girl that everyone knew would make it through the worst, be that fearless girl, the one who would dare to do anything, be that independent girl who didn’t need a man; be that girl who never backed down.” 

“Be yourself, chase your dreams, and just never say never. That’s the best advice I could ever give to someone.”

“Being fearless isn’t being 100% not fearful, it’s being terrified but you jump anyway.”

“Don’t ever regret being honest. Period.”

“Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again…even though every time you’ve tried before you’ve lost.”

“For everything I do, I think about a 6-year-old and her mom that I saw at my concert last night. I think about what those two individuals would think if I were at a club last night. I never want to be arrested, and I never want to be arrested, and I never want to get a DUI those are my moral values.”

“Giving up doesn’t always mean you are weak, sometimes you’re just strong enough to let go.”

“If somebody hurts you, it’s okay to cry a river but remember to build a bridge and get over it.”

“If you’re lucky enough to be different, never change.

“If you’re lucky enough to find something that you love, and you have a shot at it, don’t stop, don’t put it down.”

“I believe when it comes to love, there’s something intangible about who we are attracted to.”

“I’ve questioned everything about myself, every step of the way. You have to have the same amount of fear and self-doubt as you do hope and blind optimism.”

“I wish all teenagers can filter through songs instead of turning to drugs and alcohol.”

“Just be yourself, there is no one better.”

“Keeping your emotions all locked up is something that’s unfair to you. When you clearly know how you feel, you should say it.”

“Live your life like you’re 80 looking back on your teenager years. You know if your dad calls you at eight in the morning and asks if you want to go out for breakfast. As a teenager you’re like no, I want to sleep. But as an eighty year old looking back you have that breakfast with your dad. It just little things like that, that helped me when I was a teenager in terms of making choices you won’t regret.” 

“Never believe anyone who says you don’t deserve what you want.”

“No matter what happens in life, be good to people. Being good to people is a wonderful legacy to leave behind.”

“There are two ways you can go with pain: You can let it destroy you or you can use it as fuel to drive you.”

“What I’ve learned is not to change who you are, because eventually you’re going to run out of new things to become.””

“To me, Fearless is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.”

“Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.”

“You can’t have a better tomorrow if you keep thinking about yesterday.”

“You have to be happy with who you are and the choices you make. If you don’t like yourself, you’ll never be truly happy.”

“You have to stop looking in the mirror and realize that you’re living for yourself, not others.”

“You only get many firsts, each one is a blessing.”

Music Quotes By Taylor Swift

“People haven’t always been there for me but music has.”

“People like music when they’re in love, but they don’t need it as much. You need music when you’re missing someone or you’re pinning for someone or you’re forgetting someone or you’re trying to process what just happened.”

“For me, Genres are a way of categorizing music. But it doesn’t‎’t have to define you. It doesn’t have to limit you.”

“I feel in my music I can be a rebel. I can say things I wouldn’t say in real life.”

“I’ve always felt music is the only way to give instantaneous moment the feel of slow motion. To romanticize it and glorify it and give it a soundtrack and a rhythm.”

“Music is my shining light, my favorite thing in the world. To get me to stop doing it for one second would be difficult!”

“My definition of country music is really simple. It’s when someone sings about their life and what they know, from an authentic place.”

“Nobody in country music “made it” the same way. It’s all different. There’s no blueprint for success, and sometimes you just have to work at it.”

Personal Quotes By Taylor Swift

“If you’re horrible to me, I’m going to write a song about it and you won’t like it. That’s how I operate.”

“I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to love. No one does! There’s no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can’t plan for it; I can’t predict how it will end up.”

“I love all the girls who have my song on their myspaces. I love the people who come to my shows and put the pictures on here. I love the people at those shows who sing along with me. I love reading your stories in emails, some so touching they’ve given me chills. I love every single person who has wanted my autograph, because for the life of me I never really thought it would mean something to someone for me to write my name down. I love the little girls who stand in line with their mothers like I used to do. That was me. I love the couple who danced to my song at their wedding. Every comment, letter, and message. I love people who listen to the radio. I love every single person who is reading this, because you’ve let me into your life.” “I love you all so much, I just wanted you to know.” 

“I’d rather be at home and eat ice cream than go out and get wasted.”

“I’m not complicated. My complications come out in my songs. All you need to do to be my friend is like me.”

“I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers.”

“I’m always going to be a hopeless romantic. Always.”

“I’m intimidated by the fear of being average.”

“I’ve always been a hugger. If we all hugged more, the world would be a better place.”

“I’ve found growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn’t mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I’ve added more things on my list.”

“I’ve never been shy or secretive with the fact that if you walk into my life, you may be walking onto a record.”

“I want a guy who takes charge, but lets me have my say once in a while.”

“I want to be an over-achiever, and I want to be known for the good things in life.”

“I would love to continue in music, with writing… but I am not the kind of person who will hang around if I start to become irrelevant. If that happens, I will bow down gracefully, raise my kids, and have a garden. And I am going to let my hair go gray when I am older.  I don’t need to be blonde when I’m 60!”

“I’ve wanted one thing for me whole life and I’m not going to be that girl who wants one thing her whole life then gets it and complains.”

“I never want to change so much that people can’t recognize me.”

“I suffer from girlnextdooritis where a guy is friends with you and that’s it.”

“I write songs to help me understand life a little more. I write songs to get past things that cause me pain. And I write songs because sometimes life makes more sense to me when it’s being sung in a chorus. And when I can write in a verse.”

“So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way– listening to just one song, or watching one of my videos….Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that’s real love.” 

Relationships Quotes By Taylor Swift

“As I grow up, the lessons I learn in love and relationships and how we treat each other are hopefully maturing-maturing.”

“A good relationship is all about balance and chemistry.”

“In a relationship each person should support each other. They should lift each other up.”

“You need to be happy with yourself or you’ll never be able to be happy in a relationship.”

Requested by Anon: Sherlock x reader where she is pregnant with his baby & he loves her so dearly but one day she is seriously seriously injured in a case and it’s kind of sherlock’s fault indirectly and she loses the child tragically. Sherlock is v guilty and protective and sorry

(gif not mine but writing is)

Expecting

Walking into the living room you span around in your cream coloured dress and you felt beautiful. “Come here you.” said Sherlock as he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him to sit on his lap. He began to kiss you as he placed a hand on your tummy. Your bump wasn’t showing yet but you had a first scan. There was a healthy baby that you hope would be as intelligent as its father. You gazed into Sherlock light eyes as you brushed his dark curls from his face. “What did I do to deserve something as perfect as you two.” he sighed with happiness.
“Saved thousands if not millions of lives by being a smart arse?” you answer playfully as you leave a light kiss on his nose. He smirked.

“Mycroft keeps texting me asking how I am. I think he is excited about becoming an uncle.” you giggle as you look around. Your eyes stare at the vacant bedroom. “I was thinking of perhaps making John’s old room into a nursery but only if you’re OK with the idea. He’s really settling into his new place with Mary.” you say stepping off of his lap. Sherlock stared down the hallway at the now empty room, a grunt of contemplation left his lips. You understood that there was a lot of memories tied to the rooms in 221B Baker Street but at some point he will have to make changes so new memories can be made. One thing must be paramount, you must not rush him with his decisions.

Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen you turn back to see Sherlock on his laptop. Walking up behind him you gaze over his shoulder at the computer screen. On the screen was a photograph of a man that was the latest big criminal that needed to be stopped. He had red curly hair and wore a long dark coat. It all started when he replicated some of Sherlock’s early cases. It’s like he wants to copy and get Sherlock’s attention for some reason. Kind of like a fan boy gone wrong. “I wonder what he is going to do next. The dedication and details that he puts into his crimes really are fascinating.” Sherlock said as his eyes sparkled with curiosity. Worriedly you put a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder as you spoke. “You’re leading him on too much Sherlock. Surely you can see that each murder is getting more elaborate with more victims.”
“I know. He’s just so interesting.” he sighs.
“The guy is a maniac.” you interject. “Besides how many days has it been since the last murder?” The criminal now had a clear murder pattern.
“Five. Today could be my lucky day.” replied Sherlock. Sometimes you worried about Sherlock. Murder and detective work can seem like a game to him. It’s like he forgets that people’s lives are at stake.
“Please Sherlock. You know who he is just arrest him. Don’t toy with him or let him toy with you any longer.” you say with concern but your warning appeared to go on deaf ears.

Sherlock opened a new tab on his laptop and began frantically refreshing his ‘Science of Deduction’ website because that is how he has communicated with the suspect previously. “I’m just going to pop out to the shop, maybe buy something for lunch. The doctor says that exercise is good for the baby.” you sigh walking past Sherlock. He suddenly turned around and grabbed your hand. He placed it against his lips, kissing it whilst his eyes stared into yours. “Don’t be too long… This will be the last time I tease him. I promise.” he said apologetically.
“I’ll be back soon you psychopath.” you giggled at him as you began to walk down the stairs.
“High functioning sociopath.” Sherlock called back.

Sherlock had unknowingly been waiting for at least an hour. A 'ding’ noise came from his laptop notifying him of a new message on his site which read. 'Why don’t we finally meet? I have been waiting for so long to meet you. Shall we say the old factory?“ Finally what Sherlock had been waiting for. As he went to grab his black jacket something struck him. It had been too easy. Before the criminal had laid out puzzles for him to solve but this time he arranges to meet face to face? Confused, he reaches for his mobile and dialled a familiar face, one of the few he could truly trust. "John? I know that you are probably busy but I need your assistance. It’s the copycat killer. He’s suggested a meet up but I don’t think that all is as it seems.”

“I’ll be a while Mrs Hudson” Sherlock called as he hailed a cab. The taxi picked up John on the way. The pair discussed how John should remain hidden somewhere in the factory but be ready to strike if things get out of hand.

The factory was disheveled. The walls thick with dust and most of the windows were shattered or boarded up. As John looked for another entrance, Sherlock quietly walked in. He vaguely recalled that this factory was significant in one of his very first cases. Was it a body found here or a major clue that helped solve the case? Sherlock walks into a big room surrounded by small offices.

“I thought you would be coming so I brought you a gift or was it that you brought me a gift?” said a gravelly voice in the distance. Out stepped a red haired man wearing a purple shirt, black jacket, trousers and shoes. Exactly the same outfit as Sherlock had on. Sherlock’s eyes widened as he could hear somebody quietly crying from the stranger’s direction.

The man was clutching onto your arm, dragging you close to him. “Sherlock” you whimpered. Tears ran down your face and you trembled with fear. “Isn’t she beautiful.” said the criminal as he gently stroked your cheek. You could see Sherlocks fists clench in anger. Using the hand on your cheek he slowly moved your head to face him. Suddenly he slapped you across the face and Sherlock darted forward. “Ah Mr Holmes, you’ve now shown me your hand. Wouldn’t want to do anything reckless now would we?” said the criminal and Sherlock froze.

“Just let her go. You have me now. I’m the one you want.” said Sherlock who kept a steady sounding voice, though it was taking a lot of effort.
“True” said the criminal as his eyes looked away from Sherlock and back to you. “To show there’s no hard feelings, how about a hug beautiful?” He holds an arm out and wraps it behind you. One arm remained down by his side as the other pulled you forward, crushing your body into his. You let out a blood curdling scream as a huge sharp pain cuts into you. Smirking, he slowly removes a large knife from your stomach.

“No!” Sherlock shouts with more anger and anguish than you ever knew he had. As the criminal was distracted, John crept up behind him and tackled him to the ground. Witnessing what had just taken place, the doctor did not hold back with the punches. After knocking the criminal out he phoned the emergency services.

Your legs became weak and Sherlock leapt forward to catch you before your body hit the floor. Looking down you could see your dress being stained by a growing patch of red. “Keep your eyes fixed on me.” Sherlock said as he took your hand in his. Tears rolled down his face.

“Sherlock… No matter what happens know this… I love you… You… Idiot.” you whispered shakily. John was applying pressure to the wound and you cried out in pain. “John you’re hurting her!” Sherlock shouted angrily. He knew that John knew what he was doing. He knew that John was a doctor. But seeing you in pain like this was too much for Sherlock to bare.

“Sherlock… He’s trying to help.” you whispered. Your eyes closing as you felt very sleepy. “(Y/N) stay with me. Please stay with me. You have to stay with me.” Sherlock begged as he squeezed your hand, forcing your eyes open. Despite this you could not fight it any longer. Your eyes closed. The last sound you heard was Sherlock crying in despair.

Your eyes slowly open. You were laying in a white hospital bed. Looking down you see Sherlock clutching your hand in his own, his head on the bed. The duvet felt damp where his face was on top of it. “Hey you.” you manage to say even though your voice was quiet. Sherlock looked up. His eyes were red and watery from crying. “(Y/N)!” Sherlock exclaimed whilst he tenderly kissed your hand. A smile crept onto your face. You looked around the room. There was a smashed vase and a set of drawers that had been ripped apart. The curtains in the room had also been partially pulled down. Then it dawned on you. A sinking feeling began to wash over you.

You tried to sit up whilst you whimpered in pain. “Don’t move too much. You’ve lost a lot of blood.” Sherlock said as he carefully helped you to sit up. Your eyes filled with tears as you stared into his.
“And we both know that I have also lost something far more precious.” you said crying. Sherlock slowly nodded his head as he began to cry. He moved up towards you and kissed your forehead before hugging you. You pressed you face into his chest, muffling your sobs.

One week later

221B was full of colour as bunches of flowers of sympathy from friends and family filled the room. The biggest bouquet by far was from Mycroft. You sat in John’s chair reading a book as Sherlock read the newspaper, but he was really staring at you. You sighed placing the book down and rubbing your stomach. It was still sore. “I’m just going to pop out to the shop, maybe buy something for lunch. The doctor says that exercise is good for my recovery.” you say wincing slightly as you stood up.
“Great idea, I’ll tag along. Fancy chips?” Sherlock added as he grabbed his jacket.
“Sherlock. I’m only going to shop on the corner. I can go by myself.” you smile.
“No.” he growled. “You’re not safe out there any more. Last time you went out. You… We lost our…” his voice was breaking. “It was my fault I should have listened to you. I should have quit while I was ahead.”

You walked up and hugged him.“The only person at fault was that maniac. Think about it. Going out by myself isn’t all bad. We would have never met if I didn’t bend the rules and go out on my own.” you smile as Sherlock’s mouth also curled up into a smile.
You reached forward and grabbed Sherlock’s hand. Despite there still being pain in his eyes, the smile stayed on his face. “Chips?” he asked as you both walked down the stairs and out of 221B. “It’s a date. You psychopath.” you reply, staring into his eyes.
“High functioning sociopath.” he protests before gently pressing his lips on yours.

As readers have probably picked up from the tapir photo, I spent most of yesterday at the Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium. Overall it’s a facility I think well of - I think my earliest memory of an aquarium is their central tank, and I’ve visited multiple times over recent years and spent a lot of time chatting with staff and volunteers. However, there was one aspect of the visit that left a sour taste in my mouth that I want to talk about more at length. The way educators in the Wild Wonders presentation handle the concept of “reduce, reuse, recycle” left my companion and I incredibly uncomfortable, due to the presentation’s heavy association of the topic with law enforcement and the utter absence of alternate solutions for audience members not able to spend the money on fancy reusable items. It came across as authoritarian and out of touch with the potential socio-economic demographics of visitors - so much so that those issues overshadowed my ability to enjoy the inclusion of unusual educational animals like aardvarks and bald eagles in the program.

The premise of the show was this: a visitor arrives in a desert town where single-use items are illegal looking for interesting animals to see, but finds herself in trouble with the sheriff’s deputy showing her around because she uses disposable items such as water bottles and plastic bags. In between random animal appearances, the visitor is pursued and repeatedly arrested by the deputy for her single-use items, and then given something better to use instead. At the end of the show, after the visitor appears to have learned the error of her ways, the two sit down to eat their packed lunches together - the visitor is horrified to find she has packed her food in disposable containers, while the sheriff smugly pulls out an identical lunch that has been packed entirely in reusable items. There were a number of reasons that I found this messaging discomfiting.

For one, the main message conveyed regarding reusable items was very authoritarian. During the pre-show, the audience was educated about how much damage since use items can do, and then told to say a pledge along with the presenter in which they swore off all single-use items forever and affirmed a commitment to reusable items. That itself felt a little weird, but then the show took it even further by having the consequences of the use of disposable items be punative actions by authority figures. The visitor was not really educated about the ban on single-use items before going off on her adventures, and was arrested by the deputy for her crime without any dialogue that addressed her potential knowledge (or lack there or) regarding why disposable items were so bad. The deputy would then harangue her and give her an appropriate reusable item instead. This happened three times during the course of the show, in the same pattern: visitor would happily run off in an adventure with an inappropriate item, the dog playing the sheriff would “report” the illegal use to the deputy, the deputy would chase and arrest the visitor. This particular scripting effectively communicated to the kids in the audience that a) using disposable items is always bad, without exception b) it is totally acceptable and normal for authority figures to take punative action towards people using disposable items c) being chased and arrested is within the scope of punishment for repeated use of disposable items and d) ignorance of why single-use items are bad is not acceptable and will not be taken into account. That’s not how you convince kids to want to save the earth - that’s how you scare them into complying. (It also came off as insensitive and unaware of current events, as chase scenes, lassoing of “the culprit”, and arrests were played off for laughs by an entirely white cast).

For two, there was no awareness in the entire script of how income differences might effect the audience’s ability to comply with their conservation solutions. All the item offers as better solutions to single-use items were expensive: the pre-show involved replacing plastic straws with reusable metal ones, and items the deputy showed off were a reusable fabric tote, heavy plastic water bottles, recharable batteries, and a decorative fabric lunch bag and matching sandwich pouch. There was exactly zero mention of alternatives that did not involve spending money on eco-friendly items. I really expected some mention of how plastic grocery sacks or disposable water bottles could be saved and re-used instead of being thrown out, but there was nothing like that in the messaging - framing indicated that purchasing eco-friendly items was really the only acceptable action. I’m sorry, but not everyone can afford that, which means there are now potentially kids in the audience who may think their family is bad (and maybe potentially at risk for being arrested) for not owning reusable items because they can’t afford the up-front cost of purchasing them.

For three, I really don’t think public shaming of people for single-use items is an appropriate message to pass on to kids. The whole show kind of yucked it up, encouraging the audience to sympathize with the beleaguered deputy, placing them in opposition against the visitor who just didn’t get how awful and harmful her choices were. At the end, though, you saw the visitor sit down and pull out her lunch from a sack - just like many kids do every day. It’s been made clear the visitor has learned the value of reusable items from her multiple arrests. Then she pulls out her food, and sees how the packaging has failed yet again… and is not met with sympathy for a choice she didn’t realize was inappropriate when she made it. She’s shamed, yet again, and this time for a past choice she can’t rectify. How many kids do you think will sit down for lunch soon - maybe a packed lunch at a day camp that they have no control over - and see that it’s packed with disposable items and feel bad about that? I know the goal is that kids go home and talk to their parents, but there’s a couple problems - not only was that discussion never explicitly encouraged, not everyone can afford Tupperware or cloth sandwich baggies for their kids to take to school. The presentation set kids up to feel bad about how they engage in a common routine they may have no power to influence, and taught by example that it’s okay to shame and punish other people who use the wrong items.

None of the things listed above are good takeaways from an educational program. Compliance through fear of authority, compulsory spending to achieve moral status, and negative treatment of those who can’t or don’t act similarly are not acceptable messaging for door yo be teaching the kids who are in their audiences. This is especially true when the script of a supposedly animal-based program focuses more heavily on teaching these lessons than on the animals in the presentation.

What I was taught when being trained as as an educator is that motivating an audience to engage in behavioral change that is uncomfortable or inconvenient requires utilizing the power of positive emotion. You don’t go to the hassle of remembering reusable bags on every grocery trip because you’ll get in trouble if you don’t - you do it because you love leatherback sea turtles and want to reduce the number of bags that might be mistaken for delicious jellyfish when they end up in the ocean. While kids might change their behavior temporarily because the rest of their life has conditioned them to automatically obey authority figures, at some point they’re going to realize nobody is going to arrest them for not carrying a reusable water bottle, and they’ll stop caring - at best. At worst, they realize that they’ve been manipulated by the cool educators at the zoo with the animals they liked so much, and they’ll write off any future messaging as a result.

I was truly blown away by how much this program differed from my other experiences at Point Defiance. I’ve seen Wild Wonders shows in previous years and adored them both for their quality animal training and their strong conservation message. I got neither from this current script - overall impression was that the animals made quick appearances to keep the attention of the audience during transitions between scenes. I’m not sure why this year was so different - I don’t know the facility from anything but the public side, nor know staff there to ask, so I won’t hazard a guess. Overall, it felt like the whole production really missed an opportunity to use incredibly cool animals - hello, aardvarks?? - to inspire kids to get involved and to spread awareness of the ways people of all ages and income can modify their usage of disposable items to become more sustainable.

Weakness

Pairing - Jake x MC
Prompt - After the first run-in with the Arachnids, Michelle and Jake have a heart to heart about MC.
Warnings - None that I can think of.
Word Count - 1462
It’s a shorter one, but it’s a happy one so there’s that. I wrote this a few days ago mostly because I love the way Michelle and Jake kinda butt heads sometimes and I love the idea of Michelle and MC being friends that are protective over each other.

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“Why you gotta make me feel weak at a time like this?”

Everyone was exhausted. As soon as the group entered the resort, they settled down to sleep. Jake had tried, truly, but found himself lying wide awake beside his princess. There were too many thoughts running through his mind; the adrenaline was pumping too wildly through his system. Jake had seen Lundgren for the first time since the crash, the first time since Mike was killed. Not only that, but Lundgren had endangered not just Jake but the people he’d grown to care about over the time he’s spent with them. He endangered Jake’s princess.

“Can’t sleep either?”

Jake hadn’t been expecting anyone to be awake. Michelle was standing in the center of the lobby where everyone slept, looking as wide awake as he felt. “There’s food in the kitchen, if you’re hungry.”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Jake responded, though only earned a scoff.

“I didn’t say I’d bring it to you,” the college student countered, rolling her eyes. At his motion to the sleeping girl beside him, Michelle only brushed him off. “She can sleep through anything, trust me. C’mon.” In truth, Jake was starving after the day’s events, so he followed her into the kitchen. The room was massive, full of chrome cabinets and counters. Sleek kitchen appliances filled the space. Jake sat down at a counter as Michelle stepped into the pantry and came back with various snacks. “There’s more, but I’m not cooking,” she announced before setting the cereal boxes on the counter. “You a Cheerios or a Froot Loops kinda guy?”

Jake looked at her for a long moment. The pair hadn’t gotten along too well through the time on the island, so he didn’t understand the sudden kindness. Though, he wasn’t about to ruin the night. After all, it seemed like neither of them were going to bed anytime soon. So, he shrugged and picked up a box, pulling it open and grabbing a handful of cereal. “Actually, I’m more of a Lucky Charms fan.”

“Huh. Didn’t know you were a five year old.” Despite the comment, a loose smirk was forming on her face.

“Yeah? Well I didn’t know you were eighty-seven. You couldn’t find anything better than Raisin Bran?” Jake countered, giving her his own smirk.

“Oh shut up. You don’t have to be so snarky all the time, you’re not fooling anyone,” Michelle spoke then between handfuls of her cereal. “I know how it works. You act like an ass to keep people away. Well, you didn’t keep everyone away.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Jake shot back, pausing in his eating. He’d never expected her to stand with him when his old team showed up. Princess, it’s me he wants. Take the others and get out of here!

“Woah, are you okay? You look like you’re gonna be sick.” The thought of her getting hurt because of him made him nauseous. Lundgren couldn’t take two people from him. Jake placed his palms on the counter, feeling the cool metal against his skin. It kept him focused on the present; a trick he’d learned the first year after escaping from behind enemy lines. He kept his eyes closed, breathing out a slow breath before nodding and opening his eyes. “She cares about you, you know that?”

“I know. It’s gonna get her hurt someday,” he finally states, resuming eating the cereal if only to find something else to focus on. There was nothing that scared him more than someone he loved caring about him. Mike was willing to risk his life for Jake’s cause, and in the end, he did give his life. It felt like he’d lost a brother that day, he didn’t know if he could ever feel the same pain again; the pain of losing someone he loved when it was his own damned fault. “It’s gonna get her hurt as soon as we get off the island.”

A pause; Jake knew Michelle was decrypting what he said. It didn’t take long, again proving her intelligence. “You don’t plan on sticking around? What an ass move.”

“I’m starting to think that’s my name, Maybelline,” Jake responded dully, not much play in his words. He only gave her a side glance before staring at the bright red cereal box in his hands. It seemed to contrast wildly with the conversation they were having.

“If you aren’t serious about this, you should tell her. She’s serious about you.” Michelle sounded angry, sounded hurt by his words as if she were the girl he was running from.

She didn’t understand. Jake gripped the side of the counter now, lifting his head to stare at the college girl. “Not serious? I’d get down on one knee right now if I could. I’d take her home to meet my family, I’d start my own family with her someday,” he struggled not to let his voice shake. Sounding passionate was one thing, but he couldn’t appear weak in front of Michelle, not in front of anyone. “But I can’t, because my mother thinks I’m a traitor. If we tried to get married, I’d be arrested for treason and she’d be arrested for helping to hide me, and any kid we could potentially have would never receive the perfect life it deserves because we’d be on the run constantly. I’m serious, I’m just realistic too.”

“She’d be willing to do it, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I also know she deserves better than that, better than me.”

“You were going to sacrifice yourself for us today,” Michelle spoke, seemingly changing the subject. Jake felt himself relax; talking about his actions was more comfortable than opening up about his feelings for his princess. It had been hard enough coming to the realization and acceptance that he’d fallen for her, much less vocalizing it and his fears to one of her college mates. “For her.”

A shrug. That would have been the easy part. Jake was terrified of Lundgren, but he’d face the man a thousand times over if it meant ensuring the safety of his princess. His fear of seeing her hurt because of him was far greater than any fear of one man. “I didn’t have to. Princess stopped that plan right away.”

More silence. Michelle was focusing on her cereal now, staring at it as if it held the answer to all her questions. Jake had poured some of his cereal on the counter, and was now picking out the marshmallows to eat. There wasn’t anyone to call him rude for picking out the best parts. “This island’s changing all of us, more than you could notice,” Michelle finally spoke, a quieter voice than before. “Back at Hartfeld, she was no leader. Her and Diego melted into the crowd. I’d met her, of course, but she didn’t leave an impression on me. She was just some college student from a small town trying to fit in on campus. It felt like her life goal was to blend into the background. Now…well, she’s an entirely different person. I’m convinced some of that is your doing.”

“Me?” Jake didn’t believe it for one instant. It was the fear of losing her friends that caused her to step up. Even when he’d first met her in the cockpit of his plane she was a force to be reckoned with. He’d guessed even then that, given time he didn’t think they’d have, she’d have an effect on him. At first, it was because she reminded him so much of Mike. Then, it was because she was forcing him to deal with caring for someone again, with loving someone so deeply it scared him.

“I’m serious. You push her to be her best self. I could be friends with this new her,” Michelle explained. She tossed a piece of her Raisin Bran at him and shook her head. “Don’t pick out the marshmallows! What are you, a heathen?!”

A laugh. Jake hadn’t felt like laughing much in the past few years, but this group of college kids seemed to be able to make it happen easily. “You can’t tell an elder what to do, Maybelline,” he chuckled.

“You’re, what, thirty? You’re not much of an elder.”

“I’m twenty-six!” Jake exclaimed then, palm smacking against his chest in disbelief. “You think I look thirty?”

“A generous thirty. Is that a gray hair?” Michelle smirked, setting down the purple box in her hand and crossing her arms against her chest. “You might want to get to the proposal before your hair grays and falls out.”

“I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“No, you probably shouldn’t have,” Michelle countered, standing up and beginning to walk back to the lobby where the others slept soundly. She paused in the doorway, offered a small smile, then added, “but I’m glad you did.”

You’re Not Evil

Originally posted by itsloveitsokay

Warnings: A very short, probably mediocre scenario featuring everyone’s favorite squish. Two mentions of drugs. Mafia AU maybe? 

Characters: Kyungsoo

Word Count: 1.7k

She had the same routine every Sunday. She would wake up at 9 a.m, make a small breakfast for herself, watch a few of the Sunday morning TV shows, and then she would get ready to go visit Kyungsoo.  She spent every Sunday for the past eight months doing this.

Kyungsoo had been arrested eight months prior. He and a few of his friends were caught up in a drug deal that had gone bad, and the police busted them. They all escaped, all except for Kyungsoo. After he was arrested, it took one month for them to sentence him to five years in prison. In the past eight months, he hasn’t spoken a word to her. He barely even looked at her, he just sat in the metal chair across from her and listened to her speak. He also couldn’t handle physical contact at all. Albeit before being arrested, he wasn’t a fan of skinship that much, but now even holding his hand wasn’t something that could be done.

She couldn’t begin to understand the mental war that was going on in Kyungsoo’s head. The people whom he thought were his best friends left him behind and let him take the blame for their doings. Kyungsoo was too sweet of a person to turn his friends in, so he took the fall. The only reason Kyungsoo was involved was because his family needed the money, he wouldn’t have ever messed around with things like drugs if it were not for his family.

When she entered the room where they met, she gasped at the bruises that lined Kyungsoo’s arms. Many bruises had shown up on him before, but every new one made her afraid for him. She knew prison was rough, and she knew that the other prisoners did hurt him on multiple occasions but what could she do? The prison warden wouldn’t do anything to fix it, it was as if he didn’t care what happened to his prisoners.

“Does it hurt?” She asked as she sat down across from Kyungsoo who once again had his head down and focused on his lap. It would be an understatement to say that him not speaking or even looking at her hurt her. Every failed attempt at communication chipped away at her heart, but despite that, she still came every Sunday. She could never handle not being able to see him so she would always come, even if he wouldn’t have any form of contact with her.

“Do you remember the night you asked me to be your girlfriend? When we were 17?” Kyungsoo still didn’t lift his head or show that he was listening, but she continued,”I do. I remember your mom saying you spent hours cooking the ‘perfect meal’ for me, and for a good half of the dinner you couldn’t look me in the eyes because you were so nervous.” She chuckled at the memory from when they were teenagers. He was such a shy boy in high school, she is still surprised that he managed to ask her out.

“I also remember two weeks later you said I should break up with you because I deserved to be with someone that complimented me better.” She and Kyungsoo had met in the library to study for their finals, and he randomly blurted out how she deserved to be with someone better than he and that he didn’t compliment her like a boyfriend should. It took her fifteen minutes to get him to stop arguing with her about what she did and didn’t deserve. “I remember telling you that I deserved someone who made my heart feel at peace and that someone was you. I deserved someone who would keep me grounded when I was losing touch with reality and someone who would float off into space with me when I became too serious about something. I deserved someone who could bring out the best of me and vice versa. I deserved someone who I could mean just as much to them as they did to me. I deserved someone who would make me feel like they had built the entire universe in their backyard, just for me. I deserved you, no one else. I didn’t and I still don’t want anyone else.

You were there for everything, no matter good or bad. I’ve had some of the best moments of my life with you. You have no idea how much I love you, Kyungsoo.”

She could tell that his facial expression faltered, he seemed to be thinking hard about something. This was the first change in his expression that she had seen since coming here, so she once again continued, “What I’m getting at Kyungsoo is, I’m dedicated to you. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone other than you, and I don’t plan on it. I will be here every Sunday until you’re released, and in five years and two months when you’re released, I will be standing there waiting for you. Nothing about this changes my feelings for you. I am still as hopelessly in love with you as I was before. I don’t know why you won’t speak to me or look at me, but I don’t care. As long as I get to see you I’m fine. I will keep coming here until you’re ready to speak to me.”

For the first time in eight months, Kyungsoo finally spoke.

“Do you think I’m evil?” He kept his head down, but the fact that he spoke was a breakthrough.

“Are you serious?” She scoffed, unbeknownst to her he thought his worst fear was coming to life, “Kyungsoo, you are the farthest thing from evil. Do you know why you’re in here? You’re in here because you would do anything it takes to help and save your family. You’re also here because you didn’t turn your friends in when the police asked. You’re a noble man, if anything you’re a little too noble. You are so considerate of others, you neglect yourself in the process.”

Once again, for the first time in eight months, Kyungsoo finally looked at her. He raised his eyes to meet hers, an unreadable expression on his face. He had thought that she saw him as evil and that she wouldn’t want someone as evil as he is. Yet, she said he wasn’t evil. She said he was… Noble.

“I’m afraid that I will become evil after staying in here… The things that happen in here, the things I see and the people I meet are living nightmares. I don’t know if I can come out of here in six years and still be the same. I-I-I’m,” He faltered, “I’m scared.”

“Kyungsoo,” She whispered. He wasn’t normally one to show such vulnerability like that. He had such a petrified look on his face, it made her scared herself. He was so scared about prison changing him, it was heart-wrenching. “No matter what happens, I will always be right beside you. You’re a strong person and you have a true heart, you won’t get swept away so easily by the atrocities that are in this place. Yes, you may be impacted slightly because of it, but even so, I will never leave you. I promise you that.”

She stood up from her seat and went around the table to him. She pulled him to a standing position and wrapped her arms firmly around his shoulders. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and snaked his arms around her waist. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” He admitted.

She ran her fingers through his hair, letting her fingernails gently brush across his scalp. “I should be saying that instead,” She then kissed the top of his head, “Even at the unstable place your life is in right now, you can count on me to be the one stable thing through it all.”

She cradled his head in her arms, he murmured her name and how much he loved her. She didn’t know if it was the lack of contact for eight months or if his mental state just so happened to fall to a low point, but no matter what the reason was behind his actions, she was just happy to have him back again.

“Will you still love me when I get out even if I have bruises and scars like this?” 

She lifted his arms up and peppered kisses along the bruises, “You’re still the most handsome man in the world to me, no matter what changes about your looks.” She even kissed a faint scar on his neck that he had gotten within the first two months of being there. 

“You make my soul feel so… Complete.” He couldn’t think of what he did to deserve such an amazing girlfriend in his life. She was going to be what kept him going through this whole experience. But what of the future? His mind wandered back to thinking about what he will witness between now and his release, doubt began seeping back into his mind. Would he really be able to stay sane in a place like this? It’s only been eight months and he already felt as if he was losing it.

“Soo, stop thinking so hard, please.”

“But what if-”

“You are not and will never be evil, my sweet little prince. I love you.”

His nickname made the tips of his ears redden. She hadn’t called him that since before he was sentenced, but hearing it once more settled the fire he could feel in his heart. It gave him a sense of hope, and it made him doubt the thoughts he was having only moments before. If she believed in him, then he should believe in himself as well. “Say it again, please.”

“My sweet prince,” She grabbed each side of his head with her hands, “You,” She kissed this forehead, “Are,” Then his nose, “Not,” And finally his lips, “Evil.”

“And I never will be.”

Originally posted by mindfuck-of-asian

One more chapter and then the reader is home free. I really hope you guys like the new OC. Any of you who’ve played Dragon Age will know the character he is based upon as Zevran Arainai; dashing, charming, and oh-so-lovely. Enjoy, everyone!

Prompt[s]:  Aaaahhhhh I can’t wait to find out what Loki will do when she doesn’t come home, and who the person in the next cell is

Shit it would be me that tried to be nice but gets arrested instead. My dumb ass 😂😂

Yay! New friends!!

‘The Tower’ (Part 24)

All Chapters // Part 23

Conversation quickly picked up between yourself and the faceless voice in the darkness. Not only was the man amusing and quick-witted, he also was compassionate and attentive, offering condolences for your mother’s passing.

You’d ascertained that his name was Fenrien.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty for their deaths,” Fenrien said warmly. “If anybody else had been in your predicament, they’d have shot those thieves a second time for good measure and left their corpses to hang, with half the tarnish on their conscience.”
“I took a life, Fenrien. Worse still, I took two.” You sighed, realising suddenly how much you’d lamented to a stranger. “I cannot ever be proud of that or feel good about it. I just can’t.”
“A noble attitude, but that was not what I meant. You shouldn’t try to feel good about such things. You should aim only for peace. You protected your mother’s funeral from defamation, and that’s all that matters. Make your peace with it.”

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Ice • Akira Kurusu X Reader • Persona 5

I’m not exactly great writer but I love p5 guy so I wrote this. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You pulled your pajama shorts up and pushed your bedroom door open. You stretched your arm out to turn on the lights only to find the infamous leader of the Phantom Thieves laying on your bed with his legs crossed. You let out a small shriek and held your hand to your rapid heart. You wished he’d stop coming unannounced.

You walked up to the masked thief and glared. Joker sits up and wears his usual cocky smirk. You scoffed in annoyance and began to walk to your desk. He grabs your waist and swiftly sits you on his lap. Joker nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck and kisses up and down.

“How’d you even get in, Joker?” You asked as you smooth out your hands on his shoulders.

“Through the window, princess” he hummed.

“But I locked it!”

He chuckled, “You didn’t actually think a petty lock was going to keep me out, did you?”

Joker kissed up your jawline to your cheeks until he reached your lips. It was like ice, it was so cold it burned, but you liked it. No, you loved it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his messy hair.

Neither of you wanted to pull away, but eventually you broke kiss, gasping for air. Joker pressed your foreheads together with his eyes still closed and breathed out:

“Do you remember the night we met, love?”

You smiled at the memory. Back then you never would’ve thought to be even near the Phantom Thieves, yet here you were, falling in love with one.
***
Flashback… You wander as the moon glows above you. Your heart beating out of your chest, you were never supposed to be out this late. Not only because your mother would scream her head off when you get home, but also because of the infamous Phantom Thieves.

The Phantom Thieves were seen by many as heroes of true justice, but to you they were criminals who do terrible acts in the name of justice. Everyday when you turn on the T.V. you always hope that the headline is: The Phantom Thieves of Hearts have been arrested. But everyday they escape the polices clutches. To say you were scared of them was an understatement. They’re the whole reason why you avoided going out at night.

You were going out of your mind with fear. Every gust of wind, every innocent noise, every sound made you jump. Always looking over your shoulder and quicking your step, until you grew so paranoid you broke into a run. It wasn’t until you were huffing and puffing that you realized that you were running blindly.

You looked at your sorroundings trying to grasp something that looked familiar, but your search was in vain. You were lost. Tears were brimming your eyes.

“Hey, pretty lady.” A slur of words broke train of thought.

You turned rapidly to see a man smirking down at you, drunk. You gulped, how stupid were you to run without knowing where you were going?

His smirk widen as he picked up a shaking hand, “Come with me, I’ll show you a sweet time.”

You were about run again but the man grabbed you by the hair and roughly pulled you towards him. Fear bubbled inside you, you were going to be raped and you knew better than to hope that someone would save you. Life isn’t a movie, in real life no one saves you.

You pulled at his arm trying to make him let go off you but the man grip on you tighten, you shrieked.

“You have such a cute little body. I can already imagine how tight you are.” The man growled as he pushed your body closer to him.

You screamed in terror and begged for him to let you go. He laughed and pulled at your hair and whispered toxic things to you. You could smell the liquor from his breath and it made you gag.

Suddenly, you were pulled back into pair of strong arms as you saw a whip wrap around the man’s torso and flings him to a wall.

“You pig.” It was a girls voice.

You, for what seemed for a long time, breathe. Your knees buckeled and the only thing holding you up was the pair of arms wrapped around you.

“Who do you think you are?” The girl with pigtails said as she snapped her whip. “Trying to force yourself on people, you’re disgusting.”

The man cowered in fear as the girl threw nearer. It wasn’t until then that you noticed that she was wearing a mask and the people that were hidden in the shadows were too. Your breath hitched as you realize who they were. The Phantom Thieves. You hesitantly look up to find a boy, no older than you (maybe a little), sporting a white mask. He was looking at the man with disgust.

You shook your head. This could not be happening, this has to be a nightmare. Your luck couldn’t be that terrible. Your breathing became faster but no air came into your lungs.

Joker alarmed looks down at you only to see you grasping at your shirt. He quickly moved in front of you with his arms still around you he scanned your shaking form. Tears were streaming down your cheeks.

“I-I-I can’t b-breathe.”

Joker bend down taking you down with him. His scarlet gloved hand held your chin and forces you to look at him.

“You need to clam down.”

His voice was so smooth and deep you were almost mesmerized. Almost. It was then you realized how close he was; he was literally centimeters apart. You pushed at his chest trying to put space between the two of you, but your hands were shaking. Joker let go of your chin and gently grabbed your trembling hands.

You hated this, this feeling of weakness. You were paranoid, but never did you think you were weak. Your vision blurred and your head felt like it was exploding.

“Hey,” Joker pulled you closer to his body. “Stay with me.”

You wanted to but you didn’t have it in you to stay awake and frankly, neither did your body. You felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness. So this is how it ends… what pathetic way to go.

Joker placed both his hands on your cheeks and brought his lips to yours. Your eyes widen as you felt his warm lips press against your shivering ones. He pulled back slowly as his grey orbs open to see your shocked face. He couldn’t help but to smirk as he led his hands back to your waist.

You looked down embarrassed, you feel your face heat up. In that moment, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Joker leaned down his head to see your face. “Are you okay?”

You bit your lip and nodded. Joker’s smirk widen.

“Hey, Joker!” Yelled one of his teammates. “Is she okay?”

Joker turned to see his team smiling at him.

“She’s fine.” He responded as he wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you up on your feet. “Secure the inflatration route, I’m going to take her home.”

The Phantom Thieves nodded and made their way to the roof and jumped from one to another.

You kept your eyes focused on your feet refusing look at the Phantom. Joker gently brushed a strand over your ear and traced this thumb across your jawline.

He leaned toward your ear and whispered, “Shall we?”
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“Yes.” You answered.

Joker opened his eyes and smirks. “If I remember correctly it was also the first time we kissed.”

You blushed as you pushed at his chest but he only widen his smirk and held you closer.

“I also remember the next night… you were so rude to me.” He clicked his tongue.

You crossed your arms against your chest and retorted, “In my defense, you came in uninvited and sneaked up behind me.”

Joker pouted, “So, you thought calling me a criminal and kicking me out was your best option?”

“I thought you were a criminal and technically you still are.” You snapped back.

“That is true” Joker agreed, “but you still didn’t have to be rude about it. I did save your life that past night.”

You rolled your eyes and Joker pecked your lips. His hand traveled up your body and laid right over your heart.

“But if it wasn’t for that night I never would’ve been so determined to steal your heart.” He smirked, “And by the way you were kissing me a few moments ago I’d say I was successful.”

Your face turned about a hundred shades darker and quickly put your face in your hands. “Don’t say stuff like that!”

Joker took his hand off your heart and gently took your hands off your face into his gloved ones. He wrapped your arms around his neck and placed one his hands at the back of your knees while the other gripped your chin. Joker then swiftly pushed you on the bed with him towering over you.

He leaned down and captivated your lips with his. Once again, the kiss burned with ice. It was unnatural, yet so was your relationship with him. He knows everything about you but you know nothing about him, and in all honesty, you didn’t mind. The Phantom Thief was there for you whenever you needed him and to you that’s all that mattered.

You two broke apart and you heard him whisper so low you could barely hear him.

“I love you.”

You smiled gently and captivated him in another kiss and whispered to him:

“I love you too.”

Joker couldn’t contain the smile creeping on his face as he took your hands in his and led them to his mask. Gently, you took it off to reveal his beautiful face.

You recognized him, he was the one your friends would always warn you about. According to them, he was a delinquent with a criminal record, but he never looked all that scary to you. Even so, you never really payed much attention to him since the two of you were in different years. Yes, you’d see him in the mornings or after school but that was rare.

Joker crestfallen by your lack of reaction, asked, “Did I disappoint?”

“No!” You pecked his lips to reassure him that you loved him. “I was just surprised, I figured you were older than me, but…”

He cocked his head innocently, “But..?”

“You look so different without your glasses.” You joked.

Joker laughed and kissed you passionately. Between kisses you ask him, “so what’s you’re real name? Unless you want me to keep calling you, Joker.”

“Akira Kurusu, my love.”

I got a reply on this post that said maybe it was more “realistic” to make the characters weaker and likelier to break and I will have to say, no, I don’t think that’s realistic at all.

Thing is, it’s explicitly confirmed that these people have the same psychological profiles as the Lions themselves. In Shiro’s case, he has the same psychological profile as Zarkon.

Hunk points out they could absolutely give up the Blue Lion to the galra and surrender. Someone who couldn’t handle pressure, someone who was weak-willed, would in that situation. Wouldn’t even suggest it and then back down the way Hunk did.

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Anonymous requested Praying by Kesha, and I came up with two ideas so this is the second one in a separate post.

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I’m proud of who I am / No more monsters, I can breathe again / And you said that I was done / Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come

The kitchen was warm, in part because the stove was on and onions were sautéing in a pan, but mostly because Lup was watching Taako cook. She’d just gotten back from work, Kravitz and Barry a few minutes behind her, and Taako had openly laughed at her when she offered to help. “So you can fall asleep on the stove? No, Lulu, sit down before you fall over.”

Lup could predict what Taako would do next before he did, and she could pick out the tasks she would take over if she was helping; his movements were as confident as she remembered them being, and he looked comfortable in a way he only looked in a kitchen. When he started mumbling little pieces of a song she mumbled along with him, and in this moment everything was okay

The sight of Taako happily cooking, or happily doing anything, had been the litmus test for things being okay for a long time. She knew that if she asked, Taako would say the same thing about her; if she was happy, everything else couldn’t be that bad.

When Lup was finally back and catching up to everything she’d missed in Taako’s life, one of the first things he’d done was introduce her to all of the people he’d met. Carey and Killian were first out of necessity, as well as the rest of the BoB. Ren was next, followed by a long visit with Hurley and Sloane. After months of unsuccessful searching, Taako managed to find Leon; his smile looked painfully forced when he shook her hand.

And, without knowing it, Taako introduced her to Sazed.

He was there in the trauma, in the way Taako sometimes shook when he tried to cook something or tossed a dish that looked fine but that he wouldn’t let anyone eat. He was there when Taako called himself an idiot, or made jokes that whittled down his worth. Lup knew everything she needed to about the man just from the way Taako shied away from his family sometimes, shied away from her, either because someone had moved toward him too quickly or because someone had been kind and he didn’t understand why.

As much as Lup would have relished tracking Sazed down and returning all of that pain to him, Taako needed her. Instead, she made sure that any time Sazed was there in Taako’s head, she was there too. She stood next to him in the kitchen, reminded him of the little cooking techniques they’d come up with together, and sampled the food before he could get rid of it. She asked for his advice and spoke to him in one of the languages they’d learned on their travels, and she reminded him of how important he was to her. She wanted him there - to talk, to cuddle, to laugh with or just to sit with quietly. And she wasn’t the only one; there were so many voices now to drown out Sazed’s.

Ren was the one who found out first, because they called the school and Taako had already left. She was waiting on the front porch for Lup.

“Someone called for Taako, from Glamour Springs.” Something complicated was happening in Lup’s chest. Whatever Glamour Springs wanted, they couldn’t have her brother, and they wouldn’t set him back after he’d worked so hard to feel better and keep going. “They arrested Sazed. He turned himself in.”

“Why?”

Ren shrugged helplessly. “He decided he finally felt guilty about it? He realized both Taako and his whole family are incredibly powerful and probably looking for blood? Who knows.” She hesitated, and cleared her throat. “I thought it might be best if… you were the one who told him. It might be easier if he hears it from you.”

Lup didn’t know if it was easier; the way her brother’s face twisted made it clear that nothing about the situation would ever be anything less than painful and complicated. But eventually, they could all look back at the moment as a good one; eventually, it helped to know that it was over, that everyone knew the truth of what happened to all of those people all of those years ago.

Sitting contentedly in the kitchen, Lup smiled at the scene in front of her: Taako sashayed across the kitchen like he belonged there, like he’d never left. Part of her wished Sazed could see this. “Take a good look,” she’d tell him. “Take a good, hard look at how much of an impression you’ve left. You aren’t shit. You don’t mean a damn thing to him, and you’re going to die alone and forgotten while he thrives. For Taako, everything is only going to get better from here.”

As Taako turned and grinned at her, flipping the contents of a pan in a way that was clearly showing off, though, she was content with the knowledge that Taako’s life no longer had any room for people who weren’t worthy of knowing him.

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Oliver and Felicity have been best friends since 1st grade. So when Felicity is struggling to get over the death of her boyfriend, there’s only one person that can help make things okay again. 

This is part two of a three part mini-verse. Part One “My Compass” can be found here. Shout out to @acheaptrickandacheesyoneline for the quick beta! Enjoy! 


Boston 2007

Felicity stares at her reflection in the mirror trying to figure out who this girl is staring back at her. She used to think she knew. She’d been so confident about who she was and where she was going in life. Now she looks at the girl in the mirror and barely recognizes her.

How crazy that two whole months can change everything.

She leans in closer and inspects the dark circles under her eyes that appear permanently set in. It’s been two months since Cooper’s arrest. She hasn’t be able to sleep without waking up from nightmares since the day she watched the feds carry him away. She’s barely left her dorm room and even then, she’d only done so to visit Cooper in prison. Then he died.

Two months since Cooper convinced her to try her algorithm out on the Department of Education and every since then her life has been a downward spiral.

She’s not sure who she is anymore, but she’s positive that she doesn’t want to be this girl in the mirror anymore.

She closes her eyes against a fresh wave of emotion and takes a steadying breath. Mind over matter. Mind over matter. If she tells herself that she’s not going to cry today — that she’s not going to have a panic attack — she won’t.

While her world ended two weeks ago when Cooper took his own life, time wasn’t kind enough to stop. The world kept on spinning. Things kept moving without her.

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Just Drive!

(One Shot)

word count : 2366

genre : fluff (a tiny bit of angst if you squint)

warnings : a little bit of shouting, mentions of police, mentions of alcohol and drugs (like literally just one sentence about it)

in which Dan runs up to Phil and urgently requests him to drive him as far away as possible because he’s being followed by the police

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Phil was  currently sat in his car in front of his University dormitory. He’d been sitting there in  his parked car for the past hour, not bothering to get out as he had a mini-breakdown. He’d stopped crying now, but he was still freaking out. Nothing had actually happened to induce this mini-freat out. It was just all of Phil’s bottled up emotions from when his girlfriend of six months had broken up with him a month ago, paired with the immense pressure of tests and assignments that were fast approaching. He felt he wasn’t doing anything with his life. He felt like a mess. It was ironic, really. Everyone at school thought of Phil as the guy who had it all together - the guy who was all about positivity and happiness. That was actually mostly true, except Phil didn’t feel very “positive” right now and he didn’t want to go back to his dorm looking like he had been crying for the past hour - which in fact he had been doing. 

Noticing that it was getting late, Phil decided it was time to leave. He could hear the faint sound of police car sirens in the background, but didn’t think much of it, considering it was a usual occurrence in this part of the city. Just as he was getting out of the car, he saw a silhouette running towards him at full speed. He quickly locked his car as he saw a boy approach him, scared that it might be a mugger. The entire street was completely empty except for Phil - and the boy who was still running towards him - coming nearer and nearer with each passing second. Within seconds the boy was upon Phil, and he came to a stop with such force that he knocked himself into Phil, knocking them both to the ground. 

Phil was too shocked to say anything. He could feel the cold gravel against his back, and his shoulders hurt from being knocked to the ground. The boy was on top of him, and under the streetlights Phil could see he had chocolate brown eyes. His fringe was getting into his eyes, and he quickly pushed it to a side. 

“Car. Now.“ 

The words left his mouth in a sort of a rush, as though he didn’t have enough time  to elaborate. Phil just stared at him blankly, not sure why this attractive stranger was sitting on top of him. Or why he was telling Phil to get into his own car. 

"What?!”, Phil sputtered, still reeling from the impact of the fall.

“I said, your car. Now.”, the stranger repeated himself exasperatedly, as though he couldn’t have been clearer. Phil could almost see him rolling his eyes. “I promise I’m not a criminal or a sexual predator okay?”“ he quickly added.

 "I just really need your help. Please?”. Phil looked up at him, his eyes soft and pleading as he bit his lip.

Phil had made many bad decisions in his life. And maybe this was going to be another one. So before he could stop himself, Phil quickly huffed out a small “okay”.

The next minute went by in a flash. Phil quickly forgot the problems he had been crying about earlier. He  unlocked his car, and out of habit as well as politeness opened the passenger seat door for the stranger. “For fucks sake this isn’t a time for courtesy! JUST DRIVE.”, the boy huffed out, quickly scrambling in as Phil went over to the other side to get into the driver’s seat. He could hear the sirens getting louder and nearer, and the stranger was beginning to really freak out now. 

Phil decided to not ask any questions for now, when the boy was clearly troubled. He began to drive quietly, deciding to just go towards a less busy part of the city. He drove silently for about ten minutes, after which he finally got over his anxiety and decided to speak up.

“So, what’s your name?”. His voice came out hoarse from crying. “Mine’s Phil”.

“Dan”, the boy answered, his expression softening a bit as he looked at Phil. “You must think I’m some sort of freak for what just happened.”, he continued with a small laugh.

“Yeah well, uhh not really”

“It’s okay you can admit it. I think this is weird too”

“Well in that case yes.”, Phil said looking at Dan.

“Can you drive a bit faster? I’ll explain everything to you if you just drive faster and take me far away from here”

“Uhm okay.. considering you promised me you’re not a criminal.”, Phil almost giggled.

He could hear the sirens getting louder now. “Uhm Dan if you don’t mind me asking, is there any chance that uhm.. are you being chased  by the police?”

Phil had only said it jokingly, to lighten the mood and maybe make Dan tell him the actual reason why he had run up to a stranger and forced him to drive him “far away from the city”. But the look on Dan’s face clearly showed Phil’s guess had hit close to the truth. Dan’s eyes widened in fear, and he bit his lip again and suddenly Phil couldn’t focus on anything but his lips.

Phil you’re driving. Focus. Stop looking at this handsome strangers lips.

“Wait Phil I can explain! I swear I’m not some convict or criminal. Just oh god I’m gonna get arrested. Fuck. Fuck. My life is over before it even started. Okay wait. Oh god I’m fucked. Oh Jesus Christ oh shit…”

“Dan, DAN! Calm down.”

“…Oh no Phil are you going to kick me out of your car? I don’t wanna get arrested I swear I didn’t do anything illegal…”

“DAN YOU NEED TO SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!”

Phil quickly stopped the car on one side and it came to a halt with a screech.

silence.

Phil took a deep breathe. Clearly, Dan was quite the drama queen.  He was going to have to be careful with what he said or Dan would freak out again and start cussing like a sailor. 

And Phil did not like swearing. At all.

“Here’s what’s going to  happen. I’m going to drive us to the woods at the edge of the city and we’ll stay there for a couple of hours until it’s safe for you to come back. Meanwhile, why don’t you start by telling me why the police are chasing you?”

“Oh and one more thing, please don’t swear around me it makes me really uncomfortable and I don’t like it.” And just like that Phil was back to being awkward and anxious after his little outburst.

“Okay.. that sounds fair. And sorry for yelling so much.” Dan said, offering Phil an apologetic smile.

 Looking up at Phil’s eyes, he couldn’t help but feel… warm. His eyes looked blue at a glance, but in the moonlight he could notice the green speckles on the edges, and the light yellow that mixed with the green. His eyes looked like something straight out of a book, and Dan could feel himself getting lost in his eyes. He could almost hear himself saying he wouldn’t mind getting lost in those eyes over and over again, until he couldn’t look anymore.

Dan cleared his throat awkwardly and faced away from Phil, realizing he had been staring for a bit too long. Phil looked away too, and restarted the car.

 "So, here’s the thing. I was at a party - my first party - I’m not a very social person - and someone brought fucking weed to the party and someone else called the cops who came to break up the party and we all just ran irrespective of whether we did anything or not. And some of the cops started chasing me and my friends and we had to run and that’s how I came to you. This is so unfair I swear I don’t even know what weed is.“ Dan finished his rant with a long sigh, and upon receiving a pointed look from Phil corrected himself, "Okay maybe that last bit was just me exaggerating but I swear I’ve never smoked weed or done drugs”.

Phil tried to keep driving with a straight face, but two seconds later he broke into giggles, which gradually turned into deep laughter.

And Dan swore it was the best sound anyone in the history of the world had ever made.

Okay maybe Dan was exaggerating again but it was still a very cute laugh.

Having recovered from his bout of laughter Phil finally spoke up. “Well that’s definitely a lot worse than my first party.” And after a thought he added, “So you really aren’t a criminal.” as though he was only just realizing it.

They remained silent for the rest of the drive, music playing in the background as Phil drove towards the woods. “Dan are you still worried about the cops?”, Phil asked softly, and when he got no reply, he turned towards Dan, only to realize that the boy was sleeping. Soft snore escaped his parted lips, his hair messy and a little drool dribbling from his mouth. Phil admitted to himself that maybe Dan wasn’t looking his best right now, but god he looked adorable like this.

Phil stopped the car and reluctantly tried to wake him up.

“Dan I think the cops would’ve gone by now and It’s getting late. Do you want me to drive you back to…where ever you live?”, Phil asked in a soft voice so as to not startle the boy.

All he got in reply was incoherent mumbling and lots of whining.

“Dan I’m driving us back to my place is that okay? You don’t look like you’ll be able to tell me where you live right now.

"uh huh yeah okay”

“And this time I swear I’m not a rapist or a criminal”

“You’re a little squish with beautiful eyes is what you are”

“wh- what does that mean?” Phil could feel the heat rising to his cheeks.

But Dan had already gone back to sleep.

So Phil drove them back to his apartment in silence. He used to live in a dormitory himself, but last year he had managed to find an affordable one bedroom apartment for himself and he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to not live with weird, drunk university students.

Phil unlocked the door to his apartment, Dan leaning heavily on him, barely awake. Dan was still snoring softly and Phil couldn’t help but wonder how he was sleeping while standing upright. He dragged Dan down to his room and gently placed him on the covers. Deciding it would be too weird and creepy to tuck him in, Phil simply let him lie on the bed and switched off the lights.

Grabbing an extra pillow and an old duvet, Phil went out to the lounge, falling asleep on the sofa as soon as his head hit the pillow. It had been a long night.

The next morning Dan woke up in an unfamiliar bed and had a mini-freak out. Again. 

But then memories of the previous night quickly came back to him, and he relaxed a bit, now that he knew where he was. He reached out to the bedside table - Phil’s bedside table - to grab the glass of water, and found a note there.

“Dan, I brought you back to my place because you fell asleep and I didn’t know where you lived. PLEASE don’t freak out. I’m probably in the kitchen down the hall making breakfast.

Phil.

p.s. - you are such a drama queen 

xo Phil”

Dan quickly got up and went to get washed up in the bathroom that was right beside the bedroom. A few minutes later he was making his was to the kitchen, and he could smell the delicious scent of pancakes wafting towards him.

“Good morning, Phil”

“Hmm goood morning Dan”, Phil hummed. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Yeah thanks for bringing me back to your place.  And also y'know for not murdering me in my sleep”

Phil faked a gasp “I was planning on doing it after breakfast but now you’ve ruined it!”

Dan chuckled lightly, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks for no apparent reason.

They ate breakfast while watching some TV. Their casual conversation revealed that Dan was in the same University as Phil - just a year below him and also that both the boys loved video games and anime.

After breakfast Dan decided it was time to leave, saying he was probably already in trouble for staying out all night without permission, but Phil insisted that he at least stay for some coffee. “If you’re going back to that hellhole you need to have some caffeine in your system." 

"So”, Dan started, “I was thinking maybe..”

“What? Is something wrong?”, Phil asked, his voice laced with concern.

“No no! It’s just.. I was wondering if.. maybe.. you’d like to go out for coffee sometime? like.. me and you?”

Phil burst out laughing, but looking at Dan’s horrified face he quickly stopped.

“Oh god Dan I wasn’t laughing at you! God I’m so sorry”

“Really?” Dan asked in a small voice, the little confidence he had quickly disappearing.

“Yes! oh god I’m so sorry. It’s just.. we’re literally sitting here having coffee and you asked me if I’d like to go out for coffee with you”

 Now Dan couldn’t stop himself from giggling as well.

“Hey I was really nervous okay!”, he giggled, blushing deep red.

“Shut up and kiss me”, Phil giggled.

And Dan did. That shut Phil up.

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HEYY! I know I’ve been inactive for an entire month but I had exams and I wasn’t feeing very productive but then I got this idea and I wrote it in 2 hours.

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Clenched Fists: The Meeting Chapter 1

Originally posted by coffintack

Part 1 of a series I’ve been writing for a while featuring my OFC Percie-Jo and Josh Dun. 

Not going to give anything away but please read the warnings.

Words: 4700

Warnings: Abusive relationships, cheating (not on Josh, dw), emotional abuse

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