how she's there for him no matter what

By: 蒼子 (Pixiv) / Dsks1214 (Twitter)

Headcanon time:

What if Bogo set Judy on traffic duty not because she is a bunny but because he set any new recruit on traffic duty. And he tells Judy its because she is a bunny or not good enough to be a real cop to test how she might react to that. Like some sort of test of character of his own.

And as Nick is assigned to Bogos troop, he sent Nick to traffic duty as well but Judy then insists do go on traffic duty with him because she wants him to be her partner no matter the job they might get assigned to even though she already had proven herself to Bogo.

Just my little idea ^^

Lucina in fanon:

  • Large-eyed moe-blob
  • Shorter than every single guy no matter the age
  • Thin arms and zero muscle
  • Constantly smiling some cutesy smile
  • Knows a whole two (2) conversation topics: Her father (/Marth) and her flat chest
  • Desperately needs some sort of father figure
  • Only carries the Falchion to help her posing

Lucina in canon:

  • Could easily pass for a man for what was probably several months and even tricked a warrior society
  • Had her own aunt fawn over how dreamy she was as in said disguise
  • Accidentally breaks walls while training
  • Literal second thing she does after meeting her father is fight him
  • Grew up during a god damn apocalypse and led her people through it
  • Mostly looked up to her father and Marth to inspire her to lead her people
  • Travelled back in time to prevent the apocalypse from happening in the first place

i was thinking about amazonian telepathy and i don’t think i can use this anywhere so

There were responsible ways to deal with being bored during League debriefs. Rather than do any of them, Diana adjusted her legs so that her knee touched Batman’s. A ragged tear in his suit meant that it was skin-to-skin contact.

She reached out tentatively.

Black Canary’s hair looks cute today, she ventured, an idle thought to share. She was careful not to go searching for any answers he did not give. She expected him to say nothing, and break contact.

Doesn’t matter, came his answer, so terse a dismissal it almost startled her. He didn’t move his leg. It seemed unlike him, but this form of communication did tend to be more honest.

How unfortunate, to imagine this was what he thought of their occasional conversations.

I’m sure she put a lot of work into it, Diana tried again. The bright blonde locks had been curled into ringlets before being drawn up into a ponytail.

Not for me.

She frowned. That doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate it.

Don’t need to.

You’re being awfully rude.

It’s fine.

If I’d gone through such trouble, I’d want you to notice.

Not for me.

It will be, Diana decided. I’ll do my hair just like that, to spite you, and it will be the cutest.

Batman said nothing. Then he leaned back just a little, only enough to see where their knees touched. He glanced at Diana, then away. Was that you? he asked finally.

Of course, she said.

How long have we been having a conversation? he asked.

Since I pointed out the cuteness of Black Canary’s coiffure? she said. Batman did not respond. What did you think was happening?

Intrusive thoughts.

She tried to look at his face sidelong, though she didn’t know why. Looking at him directly would make it no easier to decipher his minimal expressions. Do your intrusive thoughts often sound like me making observations about other women?


Can you two keep it down? asked J'onn. Some of us are trying to pay attention.

No you’re not, Diana accused. You just heard gossip and wanted in.

We’re not gossiping, Batman said. Don’t make me break truce.

I had also noticed Black Canary’s hair, J'onn said, ignoring Batman.

Isn’t it cute? Diana asked.

Batman sighed.

Do you think I could pull it off? J'onn asked.

Batman had a sudden coughing fit.


“He was going to break my legs ,” she said, her chin held high, the barest quaver in her voice. “Would you have come for me then, Kaz? When I couldn’t scale a wall or walk a tightrope? When I wasn’t the Wraith anymore?”

Dirtyhands would not. The boy who could get them through this, get their money, keep them alive, would do her the courtesy of putting her out of her misery, then cut his losses and move on.

“I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”


#when your biology buddy gets outed by text in front of you but you have the decency to not confront him about it because you know he isn’t comfortable #sana bakkoush, aka: your biology buddy goal tbh.


A woman seen in red and black armor, Aranea is described as edgy and street smart. While she holds the rank of commodore, she’d rather people speak to her in a casual manner. Also known as free-spirited when she encourages Prince Noctis not to let anyone tell him how to walk his path. First time meeting Aranea, we can tell she has a mischievous side when she flirts with Noctis during battle and a strong leader as Biggs and Wedge follow her with unwavering loyalty no matter what side of war she wants to support.

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: All we need for Credence is the real Graves. He is out there somewhere, and he is the one who would actually give Credence love and affection. They need to find each other, for their own good. Bleached-sock-Grindelwald can do whatever, but only the real Graves matters now. We can all see how attached Credence was to Graves, how much he needed the love. He even leaned in more when he hugged him. He needs it.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald

Supergirl fantasy episode:

Open on Kara’s apartment: Kara tells Alex all about Mon-El and how he kissed her and now is being a superhero for her. Alex sighs, rubs her forehead. She is so over boys and their shit, especially wanting to be superheroes and falling for her sister.

Cut to: Alex at the bar, watching Mon-El pouring drinks and flirting with girls. Her mouth twists into that smirk as her eyes narrow. Maggie catches her gaze and gives her a look, but says nothing. She hasn’t seen that side of Alex yet.

Alex makes a few discrete calls. Lucy has just the place, a decommissioned base, and Vasquez reluctantly agrees to help. Who doesn’t have a crush on Alex, or for that matter, Kara?

They grab Mon-El one night as he’s leaving yet another woman’s apartment, stash him at the base. It’s harder to get Winn’s cooperation, so they don’t tell him what it’s for. They just convince him how awesome it will be to get Mon-El’s pod back in working order.

Maggie gets suspicious about Alex’s motorcycle trips to the desert and follows her. She discovers Mon-El locked away and waits to confront her girlfriend. Alex tells her it’s for Kara, and Maggie says, you kidnapped someone for your sister? Alex points out how happy Kara has been for the last week. Maggie agrees to help but is a little worried about how turned on she is by this side of her girlfriend.

In the meantime, Kara makes a few half-hearted attempts to find Mon-El out of a sense of obligation, but gives up easily, especially when M'gann points out all the women he’s been flirting with or going home with lately. She’s privately relieved to have him gone.

Alex, meanwhile, has been subtly (she thinks) asking J'onn about planets and interspace travel. He reads her mind, but doesn’t say anything. Later, he finds her calculations on the computer and fixes the coordinates. She’s a bioengineer, after all, not an astrophysicist.

Finally, it’s time. Lucy, Vasquez, and Maggie bundle Mon-El into the pod while Alex sets the coordinates and starts the ignition. J'onn keeps Kara occupied with minor emergencies while keeping an eye on the desert. Finally, he sees a streak of light heading toward the sky, and he smiles. Kara joins him just as the light in the sky fades. What was that, she asks. Lucky star, he tells her. Lucky star.

Just think about Young Teddy Lupin finding Tonk’s old Hogwarts uniform and walking up to his gran with the robe on and she has just stares at him because although people say he looks like his father more, she sees more of her daughter in the young boy. 

Then the first day of Hogwarts comes and Teddy gets sorted into Hufflepuff and he can’t believe that he got sorted into his dream house no matter what other students say about it. He sends and owl to his gran straight away and a few day later he receives a letter and a package. The letter just says how proud his gran and Harry is of him and how she sent what he asked for. 

He opens the package to find his mum’s old uniform, robe, tie and scarf that his Gran kept all these years. He doesn’t mind that it’s faded a bit and it has a few pin holes in from Tonks keeping he badges on it for various bands. In fact, one of them is still there on the front and Teddy refuses to remove it.

 He changes into it instantly because wants to have something that always reminds him of the stories he heard about Tonks at school. He looks down and finds a single blue hair. He sends and owl to his gran and asks about the hair and she replies back about how Tonks had it for a short while because it was his grans favourite colour. 

Next time he visits his gran for the holidays she has a tear in her eye as teddy walks up in the uniform with short blue hair, just like his mother had years before him.

As much as I want Prince Lotor to be the most wack person in s3 I highkey want him to be the best villain???Like I want him to actually make the team just fall apart. I want him to mess with all of their fears and make them so broken they can’t fight back.

Him finding out about Pidge’s search for her family and taking every step to ensure that she knows that he won’t let her find them. Just playing with her so that she won’t be able to find them, ever. Imagine him just messing with Lance’s Bayard or his lion so that he won’t be able to help the rest of the team when they need it most, confirming his fears of not being valuable enough to be apart of Voltron.

Lotor re-colonizing planets they previously liberated like the Balmera. Just to watch them scramble to save what little they have left to protect. Hunk getting so downtrodden and exhausted because no matter how hard he’s trying, he can’t protect everyone. Prince Lotor singling Keith out by telling him he will never be the leader Shiro was. That he won’t ever be truly accepted as the leader because of what he is. Just tearing them down to the point where they can’t even fight back.

Just like, Evil Lotor my dudes

Edit:See my new post if you want more on this evil deceptive piece of space trash

So if you replaced one of the two guys of your OTP with a girl


 Would you SUPPORT a fourteen year old girl being romantically involved with a twenty three year old man? 

 Would you SUPPORT a woman’s consistent refusals being continually ignored because a guy is obsessed with her? 

 Would you SUPPORT a woman giving into these demands and it being portrayed as romantic because the guy is “determined” enough? 

 Would you SUPPORT a woman being stalked and harassed, no matter how cutely, by a guy, handsome or not, cuz he just “can’t live without her?”

Would you SUPPORT a woman getting with her “enemy” cuz he beat her so many times she just had to “submit?”

Would you SUPPORT a woman who’s been manipulated and controlled by a man her entire life, who’s been lied to and hurt by this man, maybe he’s her best friend or something, always fucking forgiving him for his crap and “Staying by his side, no matter what?” 

 If NOT. 

 Ask yourself why it’s ok when it’s “between two guys." 

 Ask yourself why it being two guys makes it any different. 

 And now listen to me, as I give you the correct answer: 

 It’s not any different. 

All you damn feminists claiming you want equality, well, honey, boys are children too. 

Boys are KIDS, goddamnit, they don’t deserve to be sexualized, I’m almost constantly seeing 15 year olds treated like sex objects for older more aggressive males in your damn ships. 

The fact that they’re boys CHANGES NOTHING. 


 Can we PLEASE protect gay men from creepy fucking sexualization too?

Or is that just for women? 

 Are you the type to think men can’t be sexually harassed too? 


2017 resolution for ya: protect boys from creepy ass fangirls and protect gay men from this toxic relationship garbage.

And start listening to this crazy animentality weirdo when he’s waving his arms and talking about something important from time to time, MAYBE YOU’LL LEARN SOMETHING. 

Dear Stydia shippers. Do not let anyone make you feel bad or shame you for being extremely excited about Stydia and nothing else.

We had to wait three seasons just to watch EVERYTHING taken away from us within ONE FUCKING EPISODE. They helped us climb the mountain by holding our hand AND LET GO RIGHT BEFORE WE WERE AT THE TOP. Season four literally shot us through the heart and no matter what people will claim .. deep down .. EVERYONE knows it came out of nowhere and was unfair as fuck.

YET we believed and we did not lose hope. Because within all the bullshit we could see the truth: THESE TWO DORKS LOVE EACH OTHER. We saw how Lydia reacted to Stiles being with someone else. WE HEARD HOW STILES’ VOICE WAS SHAKING WHEN HE TOLD LYDIA TO FOCUS ON HIS VOICE. We saw how Lydia tried to protect him while she was chained up. We saw the worry in Stiles’ eyes when he didn’t want to leave without her. We saw it and we knew that in the end we would get justice. But everyone else thought we were CRAZY and made fun of us.

‘lol at least we are canon’

‘lol it’s dead’

‘lol you’re st/rek 2.0’

‘lol st/lia is endgame’

‘lol lydia loves parrish’

‘lol stiles doesn’t care about lydia anymore’

I knew one day I would look back at these comments and just laugh, but it took a long fucking time. BUT WE GOT THERE. Because we were right about Stiles loving Lydia and not Malia. We were right about Lydia having feelings for Stiles. We were right about these two dorks being able to do EVERYTHING for each other and most importantly: we were right about their future together.

AFTER FIVE SEASONS AND SIX YEARS WE GOT WHAT WE WAITED FOR. WE GOT WHAT PEOPLE THOUGHT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN. WE GOT WHAT WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM US MULTIPLE TIMES WITH THE MOST STUPID REASONS. After the horrible season four BTS and the horrible season four episodes .. after the season 5 pilot episode after YEARS AND SEASONS WE GOT WHAT WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR and don’t you DARE feeling like a fake fan or whatever because you only have eyes for your OTP. You waited way too long to give a F about ANYTHING else. If you want to see Stydia and Stydia only; YOU DO THAT. Remember .. when everything was positive for people who try to make you feel bad right now .. they didn’t give a fuck about anything else either.


Originally posted by impiedicatul

anonymous asked:

I was hoping we could get the DA:I companions and li's reaction to the first time they see the Inquisitor without their arm? Thank you. btw this blog is awesome.

Cassandra: She knew it was coming to this. She knew it was their life or the mark and likely their arm, and it was gone. Still, she’d be lying if it didn’t strike her odd the first few times she sees the arm is missing. She offers her sympathy to them, and her heart aches with pity when she sees them upset or struggling with tasks that were once easy. If Romanced: She’s relieved to know that he will live, albeit with the loss of the arm, and she knows that he’s in for a difficult transition. She’s determined to help him through this and be there no matter what, and calmly reassures him that she will be there to help.

Blackwall: The man stares for a moment before heaving a great sigh and sitting beside the Inquisitor. He asks how they’re feeling, and he tries his best to reassure them, though words can do little. Part of him is relieved to see it go, if it means they live. He’s relatively calm about it. If Romanced: She’s shaking and stressed, and he wants to help. He never thought he’d be relieved to have his lover lose a limb, but he was– he wasn’t going to lose her. He asks if there’s anything he can do, and she tells him just to stay with her. So he does.

Iron Bull: He knew it was going to have to go, and he’s not at all thrown off by seeing it gone. “Don’t worry, Boss,” he tries to reassure, “you can still kick plenty of ass with one hand. Besides, we’re both all right, now. That mark can’t hurt you anymore.” He buys them as many drinks as they want, and keeps an eye out for them the rest of his time there. If Romanced: He holds his Kadan tight, never wanting to let go. They’re visibly upset, but all he feels is relief and worry for their stress levels. He spends a long time with them laying in his arms, just stroking the back. “It’ll be okay, Kadan,” he tries to soothe, “you’re still the strongest, sexiest, most amazing person I know.”

Sera: Normally, people would be shocked or dismayed to see their friend’s arm missing, but all she feels is complete and utter relief to see it gone. It’s not hurting them anymore, and it’s far better to lose an arm than a life. When the Herald expresses dismay, she’s quick to reassure them. “I know this shite’s not easy, but I’m glad that ruddy old mark is gone. I’m just sorry you had to lose the arm, too.” If Romanced: She’s doubly relieved to see her wife’s arm and the mark upon it gone. “You’re going to live, Wifey,” she whispers to her, “we’re gonna live happily ever after. Fenny’s gonna have arrows up his arsehole to make sure of that.” She stays with her through her grief and pain and holds her tight.

Varric: “Shit.” He wishes he hadn’t uttered the word, because the Herald looks away in shame. Immediately feeling guilty, he hurries to them and tries to rectify the situation. “Hey, don’t take it that way, I didn’t mean–” He groans. “I’m glad you’re alive. I’m just sorry it came to this. Listen, if you ever need anything, I– you let me know, alright?”

Cole: “It doesn’t hurt anymore, but it does differently.” he remarks sadly. “I am sorry. None of us think less of you. Some even think more. So brave, so strong, I’m glad they’re still here. It hurts, but you will heal. You always do.” He brings them all manner of trinkets or sweets, whatever the Herald likes, in attempts to cheer them up.

Solas: He almost looks back at them as he walks away. He knew what it would look like. He knew what he did to them, and he regrets that they had to suffer this for their accident. But there’s nothing left to do for them, he tries to reassure himself, it’s what’s necessary. Somehow the words ring hallow. If Romanced: Numerous times, he’s torn, and wants to turn back and forget everything. He could use magic to give her a new arm. They could live in blissful harmony, forgetting everything. He chokes back a sob as he finally drags himself through the eluvian, deciding upon his duty.

Dorian: He pauses for just a moment before huffing out a small sigh and a frown as they self-consciously rub the remainder of their arm. He sits by them, and they look up to him, fighting back tears. If they need to cry, he holds them and tries to murmur reassurances. “You’re still beautiful. You always will be. I’ll do some research; maybe I can find you a prosthetic. If not, you’ll make it through this. You always do.” he says earnestly. If Romanced: He doesn’t want to leave. He wants to stay with him forever and tell him it’ll be okay. They’ll make sure the future is safe for both of them together. “You are the most beautiful, strongest man in the world, amatus,” he soothes in an almost-whisper, “and no matter what, we will always be together.”

Vivienne: There is no shock or even mild surprise. She knew this was going to happen if they survived from the moment she saw them at the Winter Palace. The mark had to go. She gently reassures them that many great leaders had missing limbs, and it never stopped them from being great or doing their duty. She orders a tailor to fix all of their clothing (she offers to pay) and takes them to another spa day– she managed to pull some strings, and they need it.

Josephine: Her heart sinks when she seems them despairing over the loss. She drops everything to try to comfort them, and she tries to reassure them however she can. “Inquisitor, I… I’m so sorry.” she mourns. “None of us think less of you, I assure you. We will survive, with you at our side. Let me know if there’s anything you need.” If Romanced: She holds them tight, never wanting to let go. They’re alive, and still with her. If they seem distressed over the loss, or embarrassed to ask for help, she quickly reassures them that she doesn’t mind in the least, and neither does any other friends of theirs. With a gentle kiss and a squeezing of their good hand, they know it’ll be okay.

Cullen: The man just does his best to reassure the Inquisitor that he, along with everyone else, is there for them. He’s not surprised, just worried. To their surprise, he manages to find them a mabari puppy, to help them in their trials. For the first time in perhaps days, they smile. If Romanced: She seems so embarrassed, so ashamed, when she needs help with things like cutting food or hair care, and requires his help. When he notices, he kisses her and holds her in an embrace. “Listen to me,” he whispers soothingly, “you will never, ever be a burden to me. You helped me when I needed it. Let me help you now. I want nothing more than to be with you, my beloved, beautiful wife, now and forever.”

Leliana: Like Vivienne, there is no shock; just pity. She has her agents running double time for any and all information on Solas– he would pay for this. In the meanwhile, she reassures them that it would be okay– they’re still capable with or without the mark. Together they could still stop the madness threatening to overtake the world. “Just remember,” she says, “the dawn will come.”

Stefan Salvatore

Imagine : Liking Stefan, but him not liking you back. Then when Klaus takes a liking to you, Stefan realizes the chance he missed out on.

Originally posted by lifeofvampirediaries

You liked Stefan Salvatore. You couldn’t deny it. He was the perfect man, and you hadn’t wanted anything more than him. Yet, he was too caught up in Elena.

Even though Elena was one of your best friends, you hated how she had to play with both Salvatore’s like she was, especially since you liked Stefan. It hurt you to watch him hurt.

But you would never tell him that you liked him. No, that wasn’t ever a possibility. Stefan Salvatore would never like you back, and you had accepted that, no matter what. So you held your tongue like a good girl, and kept quite, suffering silently.

However, this enraged Bonnie. Bonnie hated watching you suffer from Elena, mostly because you were too sweet of a person to ever stand up to Elena and tell her off.

Bonnie, however, was not afraid.

So one day after school, when she was sure only Stefan was home, Bonnie went to the Salvatore home, knocking confidently on the door. Stefan answered it quickly.

“Bonnie,” he said. “I’m afraid that Elena is not here.”

“Not looking for Elena,” Bonnie said, stepping inside. “I’m here to talk to you.”

“I’m all ears,” Stefan said. “What did you want to talk about, Bonnie?”

“What are your thoughts on Y/N?” she asked, not even bothering to beat around the bush.

“My thoughts on, oh,” Stefan said, pausing slightly. “She’s a nice girl and all, Bonnie, but that’s sort of where it ends.”

“No romantic feelings for her at all?”


When Bonnie had broken the news to you, you were heartbroken. And you had to admit, heartbroken over a man you had never even been able to call yours was extremely disappointing on your part.

You tried to go on with your days, smiling through the pain, laughing as if you weren’t broken, and joking around with your friends. Including Stefan.

But that night, as you sat in the Mystic Grill, you were approached by someone. You were getting drinks for you and your friends, yes one being Stefan. You were sat on a stool as you waited, your expression blank. It was these rare moments alone that you actually allowed yourself to become sad.

“A lovely woman like you should not be sad,” A voice said from behind you.

You shivered as you turned your head. This new stranger had a beautiful, British accent. He had bright blue eyes, pink, plump lips, a stubble around his jaw and a smile to absolutely die for.

You blushed under his gaze. He was beautiful, more beautiful than you had ever thought Stefan to be. “I’m not- I, I’m not sad,” you tried, failing miserably to make it believable, causing you to blush more.

He smiled at you, a genuine smile,before sitting next to you. “I’m sure that’s just what you want your friends to believe, right? Tell me dear, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know you,” you countered. “Why should I tell you?”

“Klaus Mikaelson, love,” he told you, grasping your free hand and kissing it gently. “May I know your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you whispered.

“Very beautiful name, dear,” he told you honestly. “Tell me of your troubles then, Y/N. I promise that I am good at listening.”

So you told him. Even after your drinks had come, you continued to pour your heart out to this man. And when you were done, he bought you a drink and you two continued to have an earnest conversation. You couldn’t deny that every second you spent with Klaus that afternoon, the more you forgot about Stefan Salvatore.

Then, as it drew later, Klaus walked you home, seeing as you had gotten a ride with Stefan, who you no longer wanted to talk to.


It had been weeks since you had met Klaus, and he had made it his goal to speak to you at least once a day, in person. Sometimes he would show up at your home unexpectedly, giving you a bouquet of flowers, kissing your forehead and wishing you a wonderful day before disappearing again. Sometimes he took you out, and the two of you would go anywhere and talk about anything. Sometimes, you would invite him in and you two would sit on your couch and enjoy each others company.

The more you learned about Klaus, the more you forgot about Stefan. But the more you hung out with Klaus, the more Stefan grew feelings for you, and became jealous when he saw you around with Klaus, laughing and smiling more than you ever had with him.

Since you had told Klaus all about your past feelings for Stefan, he grew painfully aware of his growing feelings for you. However, Klaus also had feelings for you, and he knew just how to sweep you off your feet.

You two were at the Grill that evening, talking over the most expensive wine available at the Grill. You had never been one for wine, but as Klaus sat beside you in the booth, laughing and letting you take sips from his glass, you began to love it.

Stefan was at the bar, watching the two of you. He had wished he had noticed his feelings before you met Klaus. He thought he might’ve had a chance when you’re heart wasn’t being spoken for by another.

But, he had waited too long, and it was too late.

You excused yourself from the table for a moment, Klaus nodded and smiling as you made your way to the restroom. Stefan took his chance, and approached Klaus.

Sitting opposite of him in the booth, Stefan began talking. “What are you doing with Y/N?”

“What ever do you mean, Stefan?” Klaus asked, a grin already on his lips. “I’m enjoying her company, as she is enjoying mine.”

Stefan nearly growled. “You’re only going to hurt her.”

“Like you did?”

That statement stunned him. He had no idea he had ever hurt Y/N, always trying to be the best friend he could possibly be for her.

“She’s told me all about it, mate. You were too in love with Elena, blinded by jealousy over her and Damon to notice our precious Y/N did, in fact, have feelings for you.”

Stefan began to stutter over his words now. “I, I never-”

“Never knew, I know. But, not to worry mate, I’m not as daft as you. I realize my feelings for her, and I also realize her feelings for me. I won’t hurt her, if that’s what your worried about. Not like you did.”

With that, Klaus shooed Stefan away, smirking as the younger vampire walked away.

Before he left the Grill, he looked back at the table. You had returned, and Klaus was gently holding your chin in his hand, talking to you. Stefan listened as you giggled, the sound like music to his ears.

However, he had to look away when  Klaus kissed you, you easily kissing back, just as passionate.

Originally posted by miraculoo


grishnet challenge three: favorite ship ♡ inej ghafa and kaz brekker

“i would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “i would come for you. and if i couldn’t walk, i’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d gfight our way out together—knvies drawn, pistols blazing. because that’s what we do. we never stop fighting.”

No matter how many people you add, this show still comes down to the balance of Oliver, Diggle, and Felicity. Oliver is driven to do good by any means necessary and he needs Diggle and Felicity to keep him from becoming as bad as the criminals he hunts. Diggle needs Oliver and Felicity to check the rage that made him kill his brother. Felicity needs Diggle and Oliver to keep from backsliding into the anarchist hacker she once was. Diggle saying, “You, me, Felicity — we make each other better,” is basically the writers pointing out what the show needs to be its best.

As far as I can remember, Sherlock Holmes has never in the thirteen episodes of Sherlock lost control over anything or anyone. But he lost control over Molly in TFP. ( Benedict’s words) This is not to say that he doesn’t care deeply for others. We saw him risk his life to save John, Mary, Irene and Mycroft. (and I’m sure he wouldn’t hesitate to do the same for Rosie, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade). But he was always in control. I have never seen him reacts the way he reacted to Molly being in danger before.

“The one person he thought didn’t matter at all to me was the one person who mattered most.”

Even though I’m a hardcore Sherlolly shipper, I always thought Sherlock was talking about his plan here. About how Molly was important for him to carry out his plan. I think I understand what he really meant now. She matters the most.

Reasons to read Crooked Kingdom it has quotes like this:

  • “I’ll tell you a secret, Hanna. The really bad monsters never look like monsters.”
  • She was Inej Ghafa, and she would not quiver like a rabbit in a snare.
  • “I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together— knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”
  • “You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming.”
  • We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole.”
  •  When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.
  • “Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste.”
  • She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again.

It also has quotes like this:

  • No mourners, no funerals? Why not just say good luck or be safe?”
    “We like to keep our expectations low.”
  • “And stop scurrying. You couldn’t look guiltier if you were performing the role of Thief Number Three in a penny play on East Stave.“
  • “But she’s one of us.”
    Jesper’s brows rose again. “One of us? Does that mean she knows the secret handshake? Does that mean you’re ready to get a tattoo?”
  • “Do we all get to do what we want now?” asked Jesper. “Because I have a list.”
  • “Has anyone noticed this whole city is looking for us, mad at us, or wants to kill us?”
    “So?” said Kaz.
    “Well, usually it’s just half the city.”
  • “How about we just knock them over the head?” “Sophisticated. I like it.”
  • “Isn’t that how things are done around here?” asked Wylan. “We all tell Kaz we’re fine and then do something stupid?”
  • “Why do gods always like to be worshipped in high places?” Kaz muttered. 
  • “You can’t run from this forever.”
    “Watch me.”
  • “Will there be champagne?” Nina finished the last of the crackers, licking her fingers. “I’ll be there, and I’m effervescent.”
  • “I don’t hold a grudge. I cradle it. I coddle it. I feed it fine cuts of meat and send it to the best schools. I nurture my grudges, Rollins.”

"i texted sonja and she says he usually sleeps when he's down"

this is so so important, sonja is handling what must be a terribly heartbreaking situation with so much maturity and i’m just so very proud of her? isak is texting her and asking her questions and she’s offering all the help she can. (and don’t even get me started on her saying that it was best that even just stay at isak’s….with isak….saying that’s what he needed.)she realizes she was both wrong and being incredibly hurtful last friday when she told isak that even wasn’t in love with him, that it was just a sick idea he had at the moment and she’s not only apologized, but is also offering isak insight on how even is during his depressive times. no matter how much it must be hurting her to know that even is head over heels for isak, she loves even enough to offer up whatever she can to the boy he loves. god bless you sonja.