i could have made the easier choice but no

Felicity’s Havenrock Resolution

So…something about Season 5 has really been burrowing under my skin. I am a diehard Olicity fan and always will be, no matter what.  I honestly believe they are endgame in the minds of the writers and EPs, and would also like to think Marc G knows Felicity Smoak inside and out.  But a Twitter/Tumblr reply he gave a few months back really confused me.  Someone asked him something along the lines of, “Will we ever see Felicity’s resolution for Havenrock?” and MG basically replied, “What more do you need?”

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So, loving Felicity to depths of my soul, I scratched my head quite a lot at that.  Because I didn’t feel like Havenrock had been dealt with nearly at all.  But now that season 5 is complete, I honestly believe that her resolution of that horrifying event was the entire reason for Rory’s character.  Of course he was a reminder of Havenrock from the very beginning, but even though he became a member of the team, I truly believe he existed for Felicity and Felicity alone.

During the time he was with the team, Rory called her out for her involvement in Havenrock.  He made her feel guilty.  He made her fight past that guilt.  He made her figure out how to move forward.  He forgave her.  And on top of that, he reached out to her and tried to prevent her from spiraling.

Oliver and Digg both spoke to Felicity about her problems, but Rory was the first one to blatantly confront her.  He became a friend, a confidante, someone Felicity could trust.  And when the team was confronted with another potentially devastating bomb in Russia, Rory was beside her.  Felicity did all she could to prevent that disaster, and Rory was right there.  He threw himself on the bomb and in stopping it he lost his own powers.  Looking back on it now, I really love that symbolism.  Much like blowing up Lian Yu was the symbolic end of Oliver’s years in Purgatory, Rory’s loss of power in Russia was the symbolic end of Havenrock holding power over Felicity.  

And at that very moment, this happened:

I loved this hug then and I love it now.  I love that Felicity’s one desire in this powerful and symbolic moment is to be with Oliver.  Because right here, when Havenrock is essentially resolved in the minds of the writers, they put Felicity in Oliver’s arms.  When MG felt done with Havenrock, he made sure Olicity was together.  And I honestly don’t know any stronger message he could have sent to ensure us that they are endgame.  

Honestly, I don’t always agree with the writers’ choices on the show, but I do believe they have our backs.  And that makes me breathe a lot easier during hiatus.  I can’t wait for Season 6 :)

Your Choice - Part 2

(Part 1)


Mac x Reader

Summary: Hi! Could you do a MacGyver x Reader where he and the reader are sort of an established thing but then Nikki comes back and there is a lot of tension? You can go anywhere you’re like from there.

You still weren’t sure if you believed it, the whole Nikki being a double or undercover agent thing. Even after she had explained why she did what she did. But in the end it didn’t matter what you believed, heck you’d just be glad to never see her face again. According to Jack’s big mouth she had left. No word yet on how Mac was feeling about it.

Finishing up in one of the Phoenix’s conference rooms, you stacked together the papers in a neat pile on the left side of the table. Mac’s figure entered the room just as you titled your head up.

“Need any help?”. He asked. It surprised you because those were the most words he had uttered to you since that conversation in your apartment.

Locking your phone after reading the message that popped up, you gathered the papers putting them in your oversized work bag. “No, I got it”.

“I’m guessing Jack told you that Nikki is no longer here?”. He shifted foot to foot, not liking the extra tension that just appeared out of thin air after saying Nikki’s name.

“Yeah, he did. So when can I expect her to come by? In a few days or how about few months?. I wanna be prepared in case something like this happens again”. The bitterness spilling out all too well.

Mac stayed silent. Taking another look his way, there was no question he was tired. His eyes hardly had any light to them and Bozer had accidentally mentioned that Mac was over-working himself more than usual. And judging from the way Mac was staring at you, he was drawing the same conclusion.

“What do you want, Mac?”. The tiredness kicking in from being copped up in an building all day.

“I want you, Y/N. I want what we had before I let Nikki get into my head again, before I made a stupid mistake in kissing her”. He blocked the doors entrance, his strong build no match for you. “You told me that you still wanted to be with me, it’s been 2 weeks and I need to know if you’ve forgiving me?”.

Putting the bag at the crock of your arm, you replied. “Why? So you can run to Nikki and kiss her again if my answer is no?”

He turned slightly and shut the door. “God, no Y/N!. Tell me what I need to do here? I won’t see Nikki ever again or speak to her if that’s what you want. Just please, tell me how I can get you to forgive me?”.

The truth is you’d already forgiving Mac. The sleepless nights, seeing him in the hallway not being able to run up to him, not knowing how his day went and so on, all made the choice to forgive him just a tiny bit easier. The biggest reason was the most obvious one, that you loved him more than anything. Not telling him, wasn’t to punish him in any way. It was solely for you to see if you could live without Mac, and well the answer was you couldn’t.

“I’m so sorry”. He spoke once again, this time inching a little closer. “I swore to myself that I’d never hurt you like that and I did it anyway because I’m the biggest idiot. And if I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, then that’s exactly what I’ll do”.

A smile started to form on your lips, “How about we just start with dinner, say my place in about an hour?”.

Mac pulled you in a quick, unexpected hug and the smell of his aftershave and the warmth of his body just felt right. “I’ll be there, I promise”. He hurried out the door, waving goodbye as he ran past the glass windows.

“I think you just made his day”. Jack stood out in the hallway, joining him the two of you walked side by side.

“I could tell you didn’t approve of me freezing Mac out for 2 weeks”. Side-eyeing Jack to get his reaction.

He causally bumped shoulders with you. “Doesn’t matter what I thought or Bozer or even Riley, the only thing that mattered was how you felt. Y/N, you had every right to be mad at Mac, I’m just glad to see the two of you are working things out”.

Stopping at the door situated at the end of the hallway, you breathed. “Well I better go, I have a dinner to get ready for. Thanks Jack for the talk”.

“Anytime Y/N”. Saying goodbye in the form of a hug, you made your out of the building feeling oddly nervous for this dinner.

Your phone vibrated in your hand, it was a message from Mac. 3 words that’s all it contained. But yet those 3 words meant more now than you every thought possible.

I love you - Mac

Typing your response back. It was going to take baby steps, trust was important to you and that was never an easy thing to get back. But you wholeheartedly believed that you and Mac could overcome this hurdle and re-appear stronger than ever on the other side.

Love at First Video Part 17: Words

Misha Collins x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary:  You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

You were still reeling from the fact that West had called you Mom. So much so that you didn’t even notice that Misha had made his way back into the room, not until he placed his hand on your shoulder, leaning down next to your ear. “Y/N, you okay?”

You nodded, giving him a smile. “Yeah, everything’s great.”

He nodded, but didn’t seem completely convinced at your answer. “Hey guys, why don’t you go watch TV for a little bit.” He told West and Maison, who ran into the living room.

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anonymous asked:

I really want to start changing myself because I have this tendency to be impatient and irrational. You have this mature demeanor and I really want to emulate that. Do you have any advice on what I can do or where I can start?

This is going to sound harsh, and a lot of people probably would call this ‘shitty’ or not ‘properly utilizing my platform,’ but a lot of my maturity derives from being too tired to care, too focused on my work and being able to separate myself from what matters the most versus my initial aggravation.

Again, this is personal philosophy, but sometimes I catch myself rubbing my eyes like - This doesn’t fucking matter. I only have so much time and space to allocate my energy into. I want to make money. I want to make art. I want to make money with my art, and time is money. When my time isn’t money, I want to have a good time in my online spaces, and no one can tell me how to fucking feel or what to do in those spaces unless I’m actively harming someone.

I have mental illness, but I’m gonna fight to run my emotions and control how I feel as much as possible. I come from a background where my emotions weren’t considered mine to have. I’ve healed from that and the internet isn’t going to dictate my emotional output or input. It is my right as a person to be as soft, hard, warm or cold as I want to be, and half the time, I don’t feel like people deserve my anger. As in, you’re not good enough for my rage, so I’m just going to ice you out or ignore you or do better than you in every aspect of my life. This isn’t passive. This isn’t aggressive. This isn’t passive aggressive. 

This is owning myself entirely. 

I run this show. 

Advice, though?

Every single goddamn day you have to wake up and decide what you want to deal with outside the uncontrollable aspects of your life. You need to ask yourself - ‘What the fuck am I willing to deal with today and will it benefit me?’

After my mom got cancer and I learned she was dying, it occurred to me that I couldn’t control that situation. I started really looking at what I could control, and it was startling. The past year, I’ve grown into truly understanding the things in life that are changeable and containable and the ones that aren’t.

Once you see those things? Life becomes significantly easier and a lot will roll off your back.

If I’m going to drain my emotional energy into anything, then it’s going to be into my writing that helps people be it by making them happy or giving them solidarity. 

I don’t have time to be anything but what I am now, but I made the choice to be that way. I’m proud of me, and I promise once you start on this kind of path, then you’re going to see the shift in your maturity. It’s incredible. 

Wrong Side of Heaven (Pt 5)

Almost there.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (here) / Part 6

The light only lasted a second, but it felt like the second drug on for a small eternity. It was the difference between being among mortals and being in the blessed land above, where time marched on mercilessly and where time was merely a concept. After spending so long among the mortals, the once familiar sensations now felt almost alien, entirely strange- the weightlessness, the muffled sounds, the lack of wind, air, pressure… it was almost unwelcomed.

“You always have to do things your way, don’t you?”

Blake opened her eyes, reacting to the bright light out of habit rather than because it was painful. Like stepping out to greet the morning after a long night tracking her quarry, she squinted against the harshness for a moment before everything came into focus, and only then did she realize that she felt no pain, no stinging from the sudden exposure. Of course she didn’t- there was no pain here, in the land of the Angels. She thought she’d be brought to the pearly gates, but no; apparently, the Highest had something else in mind. She stood now well within Heaven’s bounds, among the white expanse that shifted to suit the whims of the Angels who dwell there, the place she might once have called home. Marshaling her thoughts, Blake did her best to recover from the moment of disoriented surprise, ignoring the way her broken wings refused to be hidden away. “I suppose you expected me to learn a lesson.”

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Moritz Stiefel Does Not Take Dares

More accurately, he does. And later comes to regret it.

Moritz was never going to take a dare from Hanschen Rilow again.

           Honestly, he was stupid for doing it at all. Ignore him and walk away, that was what Melchior always said. But the group had been exchanging dares, and Moritz hadn’t participated until Hanschen gave him one, and when he tried to say no Hanschen called him a coward and had made cruel remarks with that terrible smirk on his face until Moritz gave in.

           And look where it had gotten him.

           It wasn’t even the tree’s height that was the problem, it was the fact that its branches were far too small to support a fifteen year old boy. Moritz hadn’t even climbed half as far as Hanschen had told him to when he grabbed a branch to pull himself up, taking his feet off of the one he was standing on, and he heard a sickening crack as the branch broke, and a sickening crack as he hit the ground.

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Serious Question for my trans/nb/genderfluid/agender followers:

If you could have had a specific resource (like a list of something, or a worksheet of some sort) when you were starting to come out or transitioning, what would it have been?


  • A worksheet for calling a doctor’s office about transitioning
  • A worksheet for choosing a name (like, brainstorming choices and working through them)
  • A checklist of how to change your documents in your state
  • A discussion worksheet for talking to your family (things I want to tell you but can’t say out loud, etc.)

What am I missing? What resource like that would have made (or would make) your life easier if someone said ‘hey here’s a list, here are some scripts, did you think about asking this?’ 

Thank you!

ML: Marinette’s Brother Au Drabble Pt. 2

Part 1           Part 3

Brought back by popular demand and the fact that I love my OC Tyler as her brother.

“You can’t keep this from mom and dad forever you know,” Tyler said as Marinette and him walked to school that morning.

“I know I can’t but it’s not like Chat and I can go out on a real date or anything, his nighttime visits are kind of all I have,” Marinette sighed. How had she gotten herself into this mess but most importantly how had she fallen for that stupid cat?!

“When it the appropriate time to say I told you so by the way?” Tyler laughed. Marinette’s cheeks turned red.

“Shut up!” Marinette hissed.

“Hey Marinette!” Adrien called from across the courtyard. Marinette gave him a small wave but kept walking.

“What’s this I see? Could it be possible? Have you forgotten all about Mr. Pretty Boy over there?” Tyler mocked. Marinette glared at him.

“No!” She snapped. “But it’s probably not a good idea to be around him when I still have feelings for him. How is it possible to have feelings for two different guys?” Marinette sighed.

Maybe when they’re the same person, Tyler thought to himself.

“I think you made the better choice Mari. Look at it this way, at least you can actually hold a conversation with Chat Noir,” Tyler chuckled.

“Yeah I guess it is a lot easier to talk to him than it is Adrien,” Marinette conceded.

“Yeah why is that by the way? I mean I get you’re nervous around Adrien because he’s a model or whatever but Chat Noir is literally a superhero that spends his days saving Paris and yet you aren’t nervous around him at all, what gives?” Tyler asked looking at his sister suspiciously. Marinette could feel the perspiration forming on her forehead.

“Um he uh is just really easy to talk to is all,” Marinette lied. Marinette had always been a terrible liar. Tyler knew she had been lying about a lot of stuff lately but the thing he couldn’t figure out was what. He had no plausible theory to explain her behavior or why she would lie about such random things. He let her lie slide going seemingly unnoticed which seemed to put her at ease.

“I’ll see you after class Mari,” Tyler waved as the pair went their separate ways to class.

An akuma attack there just had to be an akuma attack. Tyler swore he couldn’t get through a normal week without at least one akuma attack. And of course this akuma was caused by none other than Chloe, the putrid girl from Marinette’s class that Tyler absolutely loathed. The whole school was sent into a panic as the akuma attacked. Everyone took cover as Ladybug and Chat Noir fought with the akuma. Normally Tyler wouldn’t have dared moving from his hiding spot except this time Tyler could see every student from Marinette’s class except for Marinette and Adrien. Tyler knew where Adrien was but Marinette was no where to be found and it scared Tyler to death.

Marinette was his little sister and superhero or not it was his job to protect her. That’s when Tyler went looking for her. In his search for Marinette the akuma had taken a shot at him and Ladybug had taken the blow for him. Although injured Ladybug finished off the akuma with Chat’s assistance. Chat fled the scene quickly the last paw on his ring beeping loudly leaving only Tyler and Ladybug in the empty hallway. Ladybug collapsed onto the ground clutching her side painfully. Her earrings beeped. People were now milling around coming out from their hiding spots. Tyler’s instincts kicked in. He already knew one heroe’s identity- what was one more?

Quickly Tyler helped Ladybug up throwing one of her arms over his shoulder and half dragging her to the empty locker room. He locked the door behind them before carefully setting her down to lean against one of the lockers. Ladybug’s consciousness waned as the last spot disappeared from her earrings. In a flash of pink light Tyler’s little sister sat bleeding in his arms. Tyler swore his heart nearly stopped because suddenly it made so much sense. His sister was Ladybug. Marinette was Ladybug! All the excuses. Her comfort with Chat Noir. It all made sense now. Tyler was both thrilled and sad. He was proud of his younger sister. She was so brave to take on akuma after akuma but Tyler worried about her. It was easy to get hurt in an akuma attack and Marinette was putting herself in constant danger to try to keep the city safe. Tyler felt protective of his sister. He couldn’t help but think that maybe if he had had powers too she wouldn’t have to be Ladybug and she wouldn’t need to be putting herself in danger. And yet Marinette was the one jumping in front of an akuma to protect him.

Tyler felt his chest tighten as he looked down at the serene face of his bleeding sister while he called an ambulance.

When Marinette came to she was sitting in a hospital bed her family surrounding her. They were all talking at once asking what had happened but Marinette didn’t know what to say. What lie could she tell for the gash in her side. Ladybug had technically been the one to be hit not her. Her parents looked at her expectantly. She looked around the room desperately trying to come up with any idea as to how she might have gotten her injury.

“Marinette had an unfortunate accident with a broken window from the akuma attack. She’s lucky I found her, she must have tripped and fallen on one of the bigger shards,” Tyler came to her rescue. Marinette narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. Her eyes widened as she remembered the events previous to her passing out. Tyler knew!!!!

“Uh yeah that’s exactly what happened,” Marinette lied.

“You’re such a klutz,” Tyler rolled his eyes. They all sat talking for a while longer before Tyler suggested that Marinette might be hungry. When their parents left to get her food Tyler turned to Marinette a smirk playing on his lips.

“Looks like we’ve got some talking to do little sis. Now tell me where exactly did you get these?” Tyler held up Marinette’s earrings rolling them between his fingers as he examined them. Marinette’s hands flew to her ears only to find them empty. Her heart hammered against her chest.

“Tyler,” Marinette whispered voice tight with emotion.

“Care to explain?” He asked raising an eyebrow questioningly at her.

dgaider-deactivated20150130  asked:

Incidentally, the big reason "I Am The One" doesn't translate is because we didn't write it. "Leliana's Song", in contrast, we did. Either way, you are correct that Elvehn is a cipher. We keep it simple so we can all use it, and I've no doubt that makes it look pretty silly to anyone with linguistics knowledge. I like your posts on the subject, rather a lot.

So this means I get a job on the writing team, right? Right? No? That’s not the way this works? Darn.

In all seriousness, and I must stress that I am typing this through a heavy urge to go into fanboy fits, a cipher actually makes the most sense from a game design standpoint. You don’t want to have to explain grammar rules of a completely new language to a new writer. It’s easier to use a cipher, that to the average person looks and sounds like a language. Even given all my linguistics knowledge, it’s what I would do. 

You could have made a working conlang, but for the sake of time and effort, you would most likely have had to settle on using a few recycled phrases (I believe that’s what the writing team for Jade Empire did, with Tho Fan, if I remember correctly?). And given the choice between the two, I will choose a cipher every single time. Yes, it might sound a bit silly to those with linguistics knowledge, but having a character use the same exact three or four phrases, regardless of what he’s saying, is even sillier. 

I am humbled, astounded and extremely excited that you actually like my work on the subject. I’m doing this purely because of my love for the subject, and for my love of Dragon Age. I am working on my own universe that I am creating a table top game in, and I am creating languages for that as well. 

Thank you for taking the time to contact me. It made my night infinitely brighter. I have aspirations to eventually make it into the games industry, preferably as a writer, and you are one of my inspirations. I would make you some of my famous homemade hot chocolate as thanks, but I can’t throw that far.

Hopefully you’ll continue to enjoy the work I continue to do with Elvish, and I hope that you approve of the decisions that I make along the way. 


ahem. I mean… 

A Merry Christmas to you and yours, David, and a happy new year. 

Burns Like Hell

A/N: Request from @today-only-happens-once Hi hello. I have a one-shot/drabble request… could you do one where the reader has made a demon deal to save Sam, but the fic itself is a conversation/scene with Dean, where the pairing is actually Dean x reader, and the reader sacrificed herself a) because she loves Sam like a brother too and b) to stop Dean from making the sacrifice that she knew he would otherwise? I love your writing and would be so happy if you considered taking this one on. Totally up to you, though. Thanks bunches! ^u^

Hope this is alright! Just a small oneshot! :)

Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: crossroads deal, angst

Word Count: 600

“I did it for you, Dean.” The growling of hell hounds was heard by everyone in the room, especially by you. Tears welled in your eyes as you knew your time was up, but you had no regret for what you did that had led to this moment.

“Why, Y/N? You shouldn’t have done such a thing,” Dean yelled, throwing his hands up in the air in panic as he watched Sam spread the goofer dust all over the room. With each tick of the clock, Dean could feel his heart hammer against his chest violently, scared out of his mind for you. He knew the pain, remembered it all too well when he had made a similar deal to save Sam many years ago. He still had nightmares sometimes of the ripping off flesh, the spilling of internal organs and the torture that was hell itself. He remembered the heat and the pure agony of his soul being shredded and darkened. He couldn’t bare the thought of the same thing happening to you.

“Look at me, Dean. Look at me,” you demanded, grabbing his face between the palm of your hands, committing to memory the jade green color of his eyes and the plumpness of his perfect lips. “You need Sam. And I wasn’t going to let you be stupid enough to sell your soul again, Dean. For once let someone help you - help Sammy,”

Sam had been in tears as soon as the Winchesters found out of the deal you made in order to save Sam. He had died during a sloppy Wendigo hunt exactly 6 months ago; completely your fault and you didn’t hesitate when reaching a crossroads and made the deal in 5 minutes flat. The crossroads demon gave you one option and one option only and you took it without a chance to second guess yourself. Sam was devastated to find out that the woman he had looked up to as a loving older sister and friend, would do something like that for him and Dean. Dean didn’t take it well, but this time, there was no way of getting out of the deal no matter how many demons he threatened.

“I can’t – I need you too, Y/N,” he finally cried, flinching at the sound of the hell hounds that banged against the motel door. You oddly weren’t afraid. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that you were doing this for the two men that you loved more than life itself. “Don’t go, Y/N.” He begged, clutching your hands. You took in the sight of the constellation of freckles that were scattered across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, the way his scruff from not shaving for a few days felt beneath your fingers.

You turned to hug Sam tightly, knowing there wasn’t anything you could say that would make this situation any easier.

“For what it’s worth, if given a second chance, I would have still made the same choice,” you told the two of them, swiftly kissing Dean one last time before making your way towards the door.

Sam clutched his brother who was screaming for you to come back. Dean tried to get Sam to let him go, he punched and kicked and clawed but his younger brother refused to let him go. You broke the line of the dust with your boot and slowly opened the door. In a matter of seconds, you no longer heard the way Dean choked out your name with wretched sobs. It was quiet.

And then it burned.

Like hell.

@chasingxprongs receives the unlikeliest of visitors

Upon seeing the other person’s face after so long a time, Regulus’ resolve immediately switched from ‘this is my only choice’ to ‘this is the worst choice I could have made’. It was easier to think about the action than it was to perform it, and no amount of mirror-rehearsing could have prepared him for the actual confession.

He couldn’t tell whether or not James’ suspicion made this easier; that he already knew what he had come here to say, and Regulus need only confirm it. Already he felt himself overshadowed by the ferocity of James’ gaze and he had yet to say 5 words to the older man.

It was going to crush Sirius. Still? It was a bittersweet sensation that burned his chest at the idea that, after everything Regulus had done and said to his brother, he still cared.

After all, there was Regulus standing in front of Sirius’ real brother. The one he chose of his own accord to replace the rotten apple that had fallen beside him from the tree.

He felt his throat close; his mouth hung open as if in the middle of a speech that had yet to start. His body quaked beneath his clothing under the force of trying to still himself, every muscle in his body tensed as if under a spell. Subconsciously he drew his right hand to his left forearm, pressing his palm against it as if that would somehow hide the terrible mistake he’d made. If he just covered it up, no one would ever see it and they could all continue pretending that it was never there.

But it was there. He had taken it willingly and pridefully and in having done so he discovered awful things about the organization that was championed by so many. By himself. Over a year ago he had entered the Dark Lord’s company with the grandest of smiles; an expression that had, over time, gradually dulled to this. The expression he wore now before James Potter, like a frightened child having fallen into a well from which he could not rescue himself.

James invited him in. His foot shuffled forward but he stopped himself; he could still feel the physical barrier between himself and the older wizard. The wall between the life he lead and the life he could have lead if only he was a bit wiser, less soft.

“I—” he stopped, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue; he felt so light, “He has a list,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the violent thumping of his own heart, “He has a list, of families who will not last the year.”

Interview with the Vampire {Sentence Starters}
  • "Do we forgive each other then?"
  • "But now it's time to end it. Now it's time to leave him."
  • "The world changes, we do not."
  • "Please, how shall I put you at ease?"
  • "Do you think of anyone but yourself?"
  • "Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life."
  • "I assume I need no introduction."
  • "If I leave you here, you die."
  • "Your evil is that you cannot be evil. And I shall suffer for it no longer!"
  • "That's really where we should start, don't you think?"
  • "I only have myself. You taught me that."
  • "I'll put you in your coffin!"
  • "You made us what we are, didn't you?"
  • "You condemned me to hell!"
  • "Don't be afraid. I'm going to give you the choice I never had."
  • "You should consider yourself lucky."
  • "No one could resist me, not even you. And the more you tried, the more I wanted you."
  • "Evildoers are easier... and they taste better."
  • "And what if there is no Hell, or they don't want us there?"
  • "What if all I have is my suffering, my regret?"
  • "Does this make you happy? Is this fitting, proper enough?"
  • "Your body's dying. Pay no attention, it happens to us all."
  • "Which one of you did it? One of you did it!"
  • "Tell me about him. You must've learned something from him."
  • "I'm flesh and blood, but not human."
  • "I learned absolutely nothing. I wasn't given a choice, remember?"
  • "But what if it's a lesson I don't care to learn?"
  • "That noise. It's driving me mad; that noise!"
  • "Why should I know these things? Do you know them?"
  • "Here, all one needs is a pair of fangs. Heh."
  • "But you must know something about the meaning of it all!"
In the Forests of the Night sentence starter
  • “Am I damned?”
  • “You are trying to be forgiven for doing nothing wrong.”
  • “Is that all you were armed with?”
  • “You made me lose my prey.”
  • “You look as if our guest had a serpent’s tongue.”
  • “I may not have signed the Devil’s book, but that does notmean there are not creatures out there who belong to him.”
  • “There are creatures out there that would damn if they could,simply for spite.”
  • “If you need to fight someone to heal your pride, fight me.”
  • “Why have you brought me here?”
  • “Hunt or die, it is your choice.”
  • “I will not sell my soul to save my life.”
  • “It is easy to kill…and it gets easier the more you do it.”
  • “You are a predator now, and survival is the only rule of a predator’s world.”
  • “I won’t kill because you want me to.”
  • “Kill because it is your right.”
  • “The world is evil.”
  • “I’m not your messenger boy.”
  • “Are you a god now, ____, deciding who is to live and who is to die?”
  •  “No one deserves to die any more than they deserve to live.”
  • “The weak die, the strong survive. There is nothing else.”
  • “You look around this room as if you saw it differently from all of us. What do you see?”
  • “I prefer to kill in silence.”
  • “You have too many morals.”
  • “I have some morals, I suppose. But none that interfere with the way I survive.”
  • “Look at yourself. You can hardly preach the benefits of morality.”
  • “Remember what happened the last time you challenged me.”
  • “Your condolences aren’t worth much.”
  • “You don’t seem in the mood for company.”
  • “Coward. That’s all you really are—a coward.”
  • “You can’t even keep your temper long enough to think.”
  • “Why are you sitting on the table?”
  • “I will avenge this scar and every scary you have put into my heart.”
  • “I am not weak anymore, but I think you are.”
  • “Years ago I gave you a choice between giving up and fighting to the death. Do I get no such chance?”
  • “The wound you dealt long ago has returned to you.”
  • “Come to see the show?”
  • “So my stalker would visit me in person.”
  • “I was hoping I could convince you not to follow those creatures…but I guess it’s too late, isn’t it?”
  • “There had to be some other way to deal with this.”

I’m never going to be enough for you? Or is it the fact that you wanted to give up everything to move in with me after so little time spent as more than friends that still scares you, that you try to go with out me but always end back in my arms? The fact that we don’t seem to know how to live with out each other? The fact that everyone sees the way we look at each other and know it’s love?

Or do you not think I’m good enough to show the world I’m yours, so just friends is easier.. when everyone judges us no matter the choice.. they dragged us apart, we could have made it

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a fic where Tigress is extremely and I mean EXTREMELY worried about Po please? :) :)

This… I THINK this came out alright. I’ve been beating myself up for the past several weeks (and this last week in particular), so maybe it really IS good and I’m not giving myself enough credit. But if you are at all dissatisfied with it, then just let me know and I’ll be glad to rewrite it for you!

Also, this got kinda violent, so I’m gonna go ahead and put it under a Read More just in case… I edited it down and made it less graphic than it was originally, but it’s still kinda harsh, so better safe than sorry. (And there’s also quite a bit of repetition in here. I swear upon my life it’s all intentional.)

I hope you enjoy, anon!

You have one minute.

One minute.

She couldn’t make this decision in one minute.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think would Deacon ever change back to his original face? Maybe if he were in a romance with Sole? I'm super interested in your thoughts

Heya Nonny! Sorry for taking so long to reply.

This is a really interesting question. 

Firstly, I’ll make my usual disclaimer that these are just my thoughts and aren’t things I expect or assume other people will agree with. 

Secondly, while you do specify a romanced Survivor in this scenario, I think Deacon’s platonic relationship with a high-affinity Survivor is amazing and important, and if he was trying to make a decision and wanted outside opinions and/or support, he’d include his BFF.

Personally, I don’t think he’d go back to any previous face because of the line above. I’m working under the assumption that the “Big Talk” is his final affinity talk, and for someone whose identity is a big question in-game and metatextually, I think this line is a Pretty Big Deal™. 

Deacon obfuscates himself in many ways (his face, name, disguises, humor) to hide from others and, I suspect, himself. Here he is, though, looking at himself in the mirror after, reflecting on what he sees, and finding it easier to do than before, thanks to emotional progress he’s made during his time with the Survivor.

What does he see when he looks in this mirror by this point? He could see that he is Deacon and the face currently wears is him. The choices he’s made and the events he’s been a part of have sculpted his face, name, and persona, and he might feel that he’s more himself now, or more ok with this face representing who he is, than the face he had at birth.

Also, his original face, more than any other, might have the heaviest memories that he might not want to revisit. That face is the one his parents gave him, complete with his dad’s nose and his mom’s eyes. It’s the face that his siblings knew, making fun of his big ears. It’s the face his first boyfriend kissed. It’s the face that took punches for being a smartass to the wrong big kid. If you’re a fan of his final affinity story being true, then that’s the face that joined the Deathclaws, the one that was complicit in lynching someone, that’s the face Barbara knew and loved. It’s the face that got him into the Railroad, that all of his first cohorts knew and trusted before the Institute attacked. His original face and all its associated memories might live squarely in the past for him.

In short, I think Deacon becoming ok with who he currently is, finding that it’s “easier looking in the mirror”, is part of his growth as a character that the Survivor, as a best friend, helps facilitate. I don’t personally think he’d go back to his original face.

Heart to Heart

“Now, now. No need to pout,” a vaguely amused Garrus said.

Kaidan huffed with arms crossed over his chest as he watched Shepard dart away into danger again. He raised a curious eyebrow at the words of the turian. “You’re fully suited up, too, you know.”

“I’ve learned to be prepared. Literally anything can happen when Shepard’s involved. You know that. Best to be ready at a moment’s notice.” Garrus settled in on a bench as the doors closed and yet another mission began on a foreign world.

“I’d just feel a little better if you or I were with her.” Kaidan stared at the closed doors for a moment, lost in his own thoughts. “I joined the Normandy again for a reason, and it wasn’t to watch as she goes barreling into danger alone every time we touch ground.”

“Well, you do outrank her, and now you’re a Spectre. You could go against her wishes and technically she wouldn’t be able to do a damned thing about it.” Garrus chuckled at the thought. “Besides, she’s not alone. She’s got James and EDI. They’ll be fine.”

“And you’re here calibrating your gun,” Kaidan observed with genuine amusement.

“Yes. Like I said, it’s best to be prepared.”

The Spectre took up a seat next to the turian and settled in to wait as garbled calls and static filled their ears from their comm units. There seemed to be no end to the enemies that wanted to kill them all on sight, and somehow they’d all managed to survive. Well, more or less, anyway.

Kaidan broke a long silence with an unexpected change of topic. “Garrus, I hadn’t had the chance, but I wanted to thank you.”

“Hmm,” the turian answered, turning his attention away from the weapon in his hands to the human at his side. “For what?”

“For staying with her when… when I couldn’t.” Kaidan’s gaze dropped to his hands as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Or when I wouldn’t, I guess.”

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I don’t know man. What can I say? You’ve been chosen. And it sucks. Believe me. There’s no use asking, “why me?” ‘Cause the angels - they don’t care. I think maybe they just don’t have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just…breaks them apart.

There are many who think that season nine erased a great deal of character growth and development, especially in terms of Dean and his descent into his own darkness.

In season seven, Dean struggled with himself and his emotions in a very similar way. He struggled with Castiel’s death, with his return, and with the onslaught of anger and complicated grief associated with it. He struggled to understand why the people he cares about the most the world die or choose to leave him, no matter how hard he tries to keep them.

When Dean made this speech to Kevin, he was speaking his own grief. He was speaking from a place in his heart that would never be healed after Castiel’s betrayal. Dean was speaking from a place where it was easier to believe that angels do not have the capacity to care and to love because that thought is easier to cope with than the alternative - Castiel doesn’t feel towards Dean the way that Dean feels toward him. 

Hours before his death, Castiel made the choice to lose everything - Heaven, his crusade, his redemption - in order to save Dean. Castiel chose Dean because he cares, because he loves. Actions spoke louder than words ever could in that moment.

In that moment, Dean finally understood, with one hundred percent certainty, exactly what Castiel meant when he said, “And I did it - all of it - for you.” 

Hours before his death, Dean finally understood that he was enough. He was enough to move an Angel of Lord. He was enough to change one man. 

Dean walked toward death knowing and understanding his worth, even if only to one angel - one man. That is growth.

As a very emotional and - I think - empathic, person, I can really struggle at times to be accepting of others doing things that go against what I see to be morally right. In the case of veganism, my passion and outspokenness comes from a place of pain; knowing that there are others in pain and wanting desperately to end it. Being aware of the horrific things that occur every second worldwide, it makes perfect sense that I be totally enraged and unable to ignore it. However, I have to remind myself that before I was informed and educated on these things, that kind of dogmatic rage (again, perfectly understandable to me now) didn’t work in opening my eyes to what I was doing, but rather shut me off and made it easier to push that guilt down in my subconscious. It might be harder and I may not agree with everything I say, but I do believe at the end of the day the most successful approach is gently encouraging others to make more conscious, ethical and compassionate choices wherever possible, and supporting them for doing so. 

I wish I could wave a wand and have everybody jump to the part where they understand everything, are totally equipped and socially capable of being 100% vegan in their environment, but it just isn’t always possible that rapidly. It breaks my heart knowing how many animals are still going to suffer and die, how much more our home is going to be destroyed, but I can’t let that pain get in the way of movements towards realistic change. When I first educated myself on these topics, I knew I had to change something, but was terrified to label myself as vegan in case I slipped up or couldn’t commit entirely. What gave me the confidence to actually go vegan was my friend saying it was okay for me to take things slow, forget about titles and simply live aligned with my beliefs.

If someone is newly vegetarian, congratulate them, that is a positive step. If people are doing meat free Mondays and trying to learn more about their global footprint, that is worthy of support. We have to celebrate and encourage the small victories, so people feel safe to keep going further. The all-or-nothing approach, though ideal, is not always feasible and most likely very intimidating for most. Let’s create a positive, welcoming environment for people to feel safe asking for advice and trying their best free from criticism. Our end goal is still the same, but I know I have to rethink my approach of how I help others get there, keeping in mind what it was that allowed me to come this far.