i did it anyway when i said i wouldn't make one

anonymous asked:

What's your response to this argument I saw one time saying that anti/aang rhetoric fails to take into account how aang never acts jealous or possessive of katara in the episode "jet" where she exudes outward feelings for another guy in front of him? I've always had this question myself, wasn't sure if it was something used to make the plot go smoothly or not. Like if both sokka and aang didn't like jet, then Katara would've been swayed to leave way earlier n the episode wouldn't have happened.

I actually agree with that point: Aang doesn’t act jealous or possessive at all, even when Katara’s crush on Jet is obvious. He even wears the hat that Katara made for Jet!

Throughout season one, actually, Aang’s feelings for Katara are handled well. He’s kind and tender, and whether Katara wants to mack on Jet or Haru, he’s helpful in whatever cause her romantic interests are pursuing.

He has a crush from the start:

He thinks she’s pretty:

He pursues her: 

But, it doesn’t interfere with the foundation of his character.

In fact, with the exception of The Fortuneteller [You can read my opinions on this episode here [x] & [x], Basically, the episode focuses on learning about one-sided crushes, only to take the last 20s and reduce Katara’s destiny to who she’s going to end up marrying]... Anyways, with the exception of last 20s of The Fortuneteller, season one did a splendid job of shaping Aang’s feelings for Katara into something that was ultimately one-sided:

But, it was still innocent and cute.

 In fact, I didn’t dislike Kataang until the end of season two and all of season three. 

In season two, my issues came with Aang’s choice to choose Katara over the Avatar State. It was foolish on his part, and a foolhardy push by the creators to show us just how much Aang loved Katara. 

It was silly, considering season two was full of instances that not only foreshadowed Aang growing out of his crush on Katara:

But also, further established their relationship as one-sided:

Katara: [Turns to face him and gestures to the portrait.] And here, it says, “Love is brightest in the dark,” and has a picture of them kissing.
Aang: [Utterly confused and lost.] Where are you going with this?
Katara: [Shyly, blushing.] Well, what if we … kissed?
Aang: [Very surprised.] Us … kissing‌?
Katara: See? It was a crazy idea.
Aang: [Dreamily.] Us … kissing
Katara: [Fake-jokingly.] Us kissing. What was I thinking? Can you imagine that‌?


Aang: They’re made of some kind of crystal. They must only light up in the dark.
Katara: That’s how the two lovers found each other. [Gestures with her hand along the ceiling.] They just put out their lights and followed the crystals. [Sees the exit.] That must be the way out! [The two hug.]
Aang: So, uh …
Katara: Let’s go!

The ending of season two also dashed a ton of character development for Aang, such as learning a bending stye so unlike his own: 

Navigating struggles between himself and his masters: 

And learning that his way of life may not be the only ‘right’ way of life: 

Aang’s decision in The Crossroads of Destiny didn’t align with the development in season two, and seemed an awfully rash decision considering we’d only ever seen Katara behave maternally around Aang. A narrative that is only furthered by the illusion to Pieta: 

In season three, Aang’s behavior grew into something that was no longer innocent and one-sided, but aggressive and one-sided: 

Aang: [Standing up.] Argh!
Katara: Relax, Aang. They’re not accurate portrayals. It’s not like I’m a preachy crybaby who can’t resist giving overemotional speeches about hope all the time. [Everyone looks at her.] What?
Aang: [Turns around and sits down. Sarcastically.] Yeah, that’s not you at all.

Katara: Are you all right?
Aang: [Angered.] No, I’m not! I hate this play! [Yanks his hat off and throws it on the ground.]
Katara: I know it’s upsetting, but it sounds like you’re overreacting.
Aang: Overreacting? If I hadn’t blocked my chakra, I’d probably be in the Avatar State right now!

Aang: Katara, did you really mean what you said in there?
Katara: In where? What are you talking about?
Aang: On stage, when you said I was just like a … brother to you, and you didn’t have feelings for me.
Katara: I didn’t say that. An actor said that.
Aang: But it’s true, isn’t it? We kissed at the Invasion, and I thought we were gonna be together. But we’re not.
Katara: Aang, I don’t know.
Aang: Why don’t you know?
KataraBecause, we’re in the middle of a war, and, we have other things to worry about. This isn’t the right time.
Aang: Well, when is the right time?
Katara: Aang, I’m sorry, but right now I’m just a little confused.

Katara: I just said I was confused! I’m going inside. [Exits the balcony.]

Not only that, but their relationship, based on dialogue alone (X & X), was drifting apart. Aang was increasingly belligerent and self-righteous, while Katara was treated as a means-to-an-end, his muse, his reason for saving the world, and his prize for succeeding. 


You see, Aang may not have shown possessive tendencies in season one or two, because the relationship was handled properly. However, the moment Kataang became so forced as to neglect Aang’s character development in season two and portray poor behavior as romantic in season three, Aang does act possessive and aggressive towards Katara. 

And because he’s never taught that his actions are wrong, because he never apologizes for the many times he acted out towards Katara, Kataang is tainted by these negative qualities, and the pattern continues on into the comics and LOK.  

anonymous asked:

"should we just search romantic comedies on netflix and see what we find?" so, i totally come to you with every fic idea that pops into my head. but like, i reeeally need little snippets of the times harry and louis decide to put on netflix. like, after takeout arrives or for movie night with the lads or to pick a new show to watch because they just finished the office (us version this time). or even when they're bickering and get passive aggressive over what to watch for said movie night

This is a little different than what you wanted but that’s only because I don’t know how to write domestic pieces so I hope this is okay and ily xx

It didn’t start as a routine.

The first time it happened, it was a Tuesday night filled with too much homework, the October weather already too cold for Harry’s liking. The blinking cursor on a blank Word document seemed to be mocking him, laughing at his inability to form a cohesive thought after working nonstop for the past four hours. Eventually, he abandoned his endless string of papers, walking aimlessly around his apartment for the better part of an hour in an attempt to find something better than writing 5,000 words on Game Theory. Nothing jumped out at him, so he continued to shuffle around, sighing obnoxiously, until his roommate Sam hollered from the other room, “If you don’t cut it with those pathetic noises, I’m going to punch you in the throat.”

Harry frowned. “I’m not even being loud,” he yelled back.

“Shut up and do your homework.”

“But my brain is fried–”

“Harry, enough.”

“Ugh.” He kicked off his shoes and slumped down onto the couch, staring at the clock as the minute hand steadily ticked forward. Somehow, watching time was more appealing than reopening up his laptop and forcing himself to write another word.

Sam was right. Absolutely pathetic.

“What should I do?” he asked after a few minutes, eyes nearly glazed over.

“The fuck should I know,” Sam replied, finally appearing around the corner. “Go down to the Hub.”

“It’s too cold out for that. And it’s raining.”

“Order some food.”

“I don’t have any money on me.”

“Watch a movie.”

“Nothing good is on.”

“How would you even know?! The TV is off!”

Harry shrugged. “Gimme your Netflix password. Maybe new stuff has been added.”

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anonymous asked:

So if kaneki is aging very rapidly, I guess it's right to assume the same is happening to the other experiments like Seidou and Kurona. If that's the case, wouldn't the same apply to the Oggai and possibly the Quinckes? To add on this, is Kanou aware of the aging? (not that he probably cares) Maybe after all this time, he could provide a solution to this issue (again, not likely but there's that chance) leading me to wonder if they'll be forced to ask for his aid.

Hello! Yes, it is indeed very likely for at least Seidou (since he was tortured like crazy by Kanou to “make a new Kaneki”), if not for all the other artificial OEGs of the series to have a similar issue to Kaneki’s, although I think the Qs are different, because they are protected by the different frames around the kakuhou that they release one after the other.

 And yep, Kanou definitely is aware of the aging problem but he doesn’t seem to care as long as he can experiment…

So it’s definitely not good news for Seidou :/ (which is why I’m hoping he and Akira and Amon will talk before it’s too late). Kurona is probably in a similar state, when you see how crazy she was until the Rushima arc

Amon apparently cannibalized to survive however…

so he’s probably less at risk than the others for now, if Nishiki’s reasoning is accurate. 

Finally about the Qs, the way they were operated on certainly is peculiar and taught Kanou a great deal…

so it’s possible that Kanou might have found a different way to create artificial OEGs without the aging problem. At this point, I’m thinking that the frames that the Qs have might be one solution to the issue, since unless they completely break through the frames around the kakuhou, they can eat human food and remain with a stable Rc cells rate (which is why they’re not described as OEGs in the first place). 

Besides, Kanou certainly improved when you see how the Oggai are made…

not with 5 frames, but only with two (A and B, switching from one kakugan to two).

Going further, it’s just a theory of mine at this point, but maybe Kanou and Furuta have been getting along for a while, because ultimately Kanou is trying to find a way to solve the aging issues for the hybrid kids who are from the Sunlit Garden (seeing as Furuta is one himself and we know they’re bound to be slaves to the CCG). 

You see, Kanou once explained this back in TG…

so we know that his research is linked to “the regenerating and propagating abilities continuing as long as the nutrient supply isn’t eradicated”, which directly ties to the telomere issues for the artificial OEGs like Kaneki…

…since Kaneki, because he’s originally human, can’t keep on regenerating forever because it’s speeding his aging process along (although, note how Kanou refers to Kaneki as a model to recreate, so again, between that and Eto giving him a gift after the Roze arc, I’m pretty sure there is something to uncover here). 

I intend on rereading TG and :Re for all the biological explanations during next week if I find the time, so my ideas will surely be more refined then, but basically, this is what Kanou once said to Kurona…

And I think that Kanou’s ghoulification research is probably about finding a “cure” to the following problem…

…because most of hybrid beings suffer from this (seeing as cases like Eto, who are naturally born as one eyed ghouls and thus not having the aging problem, are very rare) and it also represents the supposed inability for ghouls and humans to coexist with each other, which in turn is the reason why the world is locked in a twisted cage.

Remember that V was apparently formed to eradicate the threat of the previous OEG (who was surely a naturally born one eyed ghoul, like Eto)…

and ever since then, without any OEG until Eto, the world rested onto a twisted “equilibrium” (apparently enforced by V): ghouls and humans being two different parts of the same world but never being allowed to mix, and even if they did, the hybrid children resulting of this union wouldn’t live long anyway. 

So I’m thinking maybe Kanou, to break free from the twisted cage built along with this “equilibrium” (aka ghouls and humans can’t coexist because too different), is trying to find a way to reduce/eliminate the differences between ghouls and humans on a biological level, so that the pretext that they are two different species unable to live together won’t hold anymore.
Which in turn will make way for coexistence, especially if Furuta makes sure to become a super villain that needs to be defeated by a big hero (Kaneki).

And guess who is the ghoul who’s currently pregnant with a hybrid baby? 

Somehow it all ties back to a similar plot thread. There is a link between humans and ghouls, but there are also differences to understand before coexistence starts being possible, and I think that’s what Kanou’s awful experiments were about from the beginning.

As I said though, it’s a very big theory and I need to refine it a little by rereading every part about TG biology next week if I find the time.
…All that to say there is a high chance that Kanou isn’t this senseless asshole that everyone made him to be and, if Furuta and him have been pals for so long, it’s probably because they see eye to eye about this world being twisted and not the way it should be…

And it would explain why Kanou really disliked how the CCG used to do things back when the Washuus were still the ones having power, which is why he betrayed and went as far as to join Aogiri to keep experimenting. 

Hopefully, it will be made clearer soon if I can reread all the things I want to reread before next weekend. Sorry for all the rambling, I hope it answers your question.

Have a nice weekend!

~The Types as Dreams I've Had~
  • INFP: There was going to be an anime about Michael Cera and I was so excited to watch it but it got cancelled to make way for this anime about a little girl who could turn into a packet of chips
  • ISFP: A skipping rope was being swung around in a pastel pink room. All of a sudden a tiny baby pug comes running out of nowhere and starts to jump the rope.
  • ESFP: There was a horrible mix up and I ended up with a sugar daddy. I was terrified but it turned out all I had to do was pour apple juice into his nostrils and I was a billionaire. He collected brooms.
  • ISFJ: I really wanted to make chocolate eclairs but no matter what I did I JUST COULDN'T FIND A MIXING BOWL. I searched my entire house, went to every store in town, drove across the entire state and checked in EVERY SINGLE BUILDING but I just COULDN'T FIND ONE. I was in actual tears and honestly I had lost my will to live. Then I woke up. As I pondered this peculiar dream, it hit me: you dON'T EVEN NEED A MIXING BOWL TO MAKE EFFING ECLAIRS
  • ESTJ: Luigi became president and for some reason he banned abortion so Mario broke into the white house and crucified him
  • ESFJ: I was working at a nursing home at the old people just woULD NOT STOP STARTING RAVES IT WAS SO FRUSTRATING
  • ENFJ: I dreamt of a world in which everyone was in a banana cult. Everyone wore banana costumes and everything was yellow. The buildings,the skies, the animals, the vehicles, the book covers, you name it, they were all bright banana yellow. Everyone ate only bananas. The music was simply one song that repeated " Banana is our lord. Banana is our saviour. Banana is good.". They discussed only bananas. There was no rebellion against this. There was a giant floating golden banana in the middle of the city. Everyday at 3 pm they bowed down to the banana and ten people had to sacrificing themselves to the great banana god, to prove their love and devotion. It was told that if this was not done the banana god would reveal his great wrath.
  • INFJ: I was Justin Beiber's new manager and he confessed to me that he was dating Kanye West. I didn't even know who that was but I told the media because I hated him. Justin got so angry that he sent me to get hanged so I ran away and lived in the forest and then I became friends with this tree spirit but I'm pretty sure he ended up strangling me to death with his magical roots.
  • ISTP: Everyone except me had these really cool auto tuned voices and I was so jealous that I stabbed them all in the throat.
  • ENFP: We were doing the beep test at school that day. I lined up at the starting line. The first beep resonated across the basket ball court. As I stretched out my legs to take the first step towards the painful and winding journey that was the beep test, my arms flung out behind me. I tried to move them down only to discover it was impossible, and before I knew it my legs were moving on their own. I was Naruto running across the court. I Naruto ran and Naruto ran, crossing the line far before the beep, Naruto running out the other side of the basket ball court. Naruto running out of the school grounds. Naruto running across the town. Naruto running across the state. Naruto running into the ocean. I Naruto ran right until the very last moment of my Naruto life.
  • Believe it.
  • ENTP: My sister was baking cookies and she was like " Don't open the oven they aren't ready yet!". I opened the oven anyway 'cause I'm a cool kid, and inside the cookies were wearing tiny bras and panties, putting on mascara, and when they saw me they blushed and screamed " iie! Hentai!"
  • ENTJ: I was an extremely successful drug dealer and I rode a Segway everywhere and wore light up shoes
  • ESTP: They were remaking Fergalicious but Fergie's arm fell off for some reason so they made me star in her place. I was so scared because I didn't know the rap lyrics or anything but when I was on the stage they suddenly came to me perfectly and suddenly no one liked Fergie anymore and they made fun of her for having one arm and they burned her house down and she died.
  • INTP: I was playing Mystic Messenger and Jumin Han went to France and 707 starter calling him Jumin Hon. I woke up crying.
  • INTJ: Some creepy isolated dude who lived on a farm would kidnap people who tried to get talk to him. He'd rip all their guts out and feed them to a small child he kept in a locker, and then he dressed up their gutless corpse and used it as a scarecrow for his farm.

anonymous asked:

I read your ackerbond metas and if I really think of it Mikasa and Levi's lieges are like a temporal fix. Maybe it makes sense for a knight to dedicate your life to a king's ideology forever but ordinary people aren't like this. You change, your perception changes, and people lie. Erwin is not who Levi thought he was, and if Kenny knew Uri was a slave to his powers he wouldn't have followed him. Mikasa wasn't fully grown when she dedicated her power to Eren and Isayama says she'll depart him

Temporary* forgive my auto correction I’m on mobile Dx

I sorta liked “temporal” :) 

If you ascribe to Death of the Author, I can see where there could be some room for “what ifs”. What if that person dies, what if they change their mind? The manga hasn’t, and probably wont, cover all possible details of the Ackerbond.

But if you accept supplementary material like interviews with Hajime Isayama, we’ve gotten a clear picture of his authorial intent - that is the bond is the most important relationship if their life, one involving choice, instinct and lifelong devotion. Ackerman are not “ordinary people”.


I’ve discussed this here.  Mikasa bonding with Eren as a child does present some unique challenges. Isayama considered a separation so Mikasa can develop individually, but knows that is something canon Mikasa wouldn’t want.

I think it is pitiful if Mikasa’s life is only about staying together with Eren. However to Mikasa, it is a wonderful thing to be with Eren forever.

So according to the interview, canon Mikasa would never want to separate from Eren. Even though it was a childish decision, her life is devoted to him. 

Isayama did mention having her face a choice between “the right thing” and “the eren thing”. Mikasa giving up in the fight for Armin on the roof may have been what he was hinting.


We have a full life story in the manga. Kenny chose Uri and followed him the duration of his life. When Rod made a disparaging comment about Uri, Kenny nearly slit his throat. The bond was still there.

As far as any regrets, we can look to the manga. As Kenny lay dying, he was remembering Uri and talking to him, even telling Levi about him. Kenny didn’t seem regretful. He seemed inspired. 

In the recent Guidebook interview, Isayama says that giving the serum to Levi was the first selfless thing Kenny had done. In doing so, I’d like to think it was a moment where he attained something close his goal of reaching Uri.


Levi was an adult man when he made the decision to “devote himself Erwin”, the person “whose existence exceeds that of Levi’s own” The interviewer specifically asked about Levi’s mindset once Levi learned Erwin’s goal had an element of selfishness.

From the Answers book (source: @fuku-shuu​)

To Levi, they had shared a promise to “save humanity together,” so his first thought is, “This guy’s words…why are they different from before?”

And even though Levi still didn’t understand things fully after discovering how Erwin had childlike motivations, he leaned towards the attitude of, “Alright then, let me help you anyway” rather than distrusting Erwin.

From the more recent Guidebook

When he discovers that Erwin actually has a selfish goal like his “dream,” it can be said that he felt betrayed. However, he also recognizes that this person whom he cannot hope to surpass actually has “an innocent, childlike side that chases dreams.”

The interviews have let us know that Levi accepted this part of Erwin and continued to support him unconditionally.

There’s also this - the face says it all.

All of this being said, you’re absolutely welcome to believe what you want. Many people choose to view the Ackerbond within the confines of the manga. That’s fine. The manga provides solid indication of the intense and powerful dedication each Ackerman feels towards their chosen person.

Thanks for the ask!

anonymous asked:

Howdy hey there my homie! I'd like to request Saeran spotting his demon mother when he's out and about with MC one day. (Let's say she's alive because otherwise this wouldn't work;;;;) Whether or not she sees him is up to you. I know this'll be HELLA angst and I already feel like 'hello satan' over here so if possible could it end on a reasonably sweet note? Thank you and I'm sorry in advance(;´Д`)

holy shit my first saeran request i think ive been blessed by the gods okay look

ps i made her look kinda like the twins but not exactly. i hope this is okay????

i love this boy. and he is the Angst Queen okay

here we go. shit.


“Saeran! Are you ready to go get ice cream?”

“Yes, MC. Be there in just a sec.”

Saeran ran his fingers through his now-tomato colored hair, completely different from the white with cherry tips from merely a month and a half ago. He glanced up to the mirror in front of him, looking at his softened features. Electrifyingly blue eyes gazed back at him, and his eye bags were extremely prominent from his complete lack of sleep. He had so many nightmares, it scared him sometimes to sleep at night. He knew you noticed it, but you were completely silent.

The cracks in the mirror were also prominent from where he used to ram his fist against it.

He looked down to his scarred knuckles as he had a minor flashback to the times before he had reunited with his twin.

Saeran shivered. Not a good time.

Grabbing his jacket as he left his dark room, he headed to the front door to meet you.

You smiled as he reached you, and you held out your hand for him to take. He looked to you, blushing faintly, but he took your hand anyways. With you leading the way, you walked out the door.

You guys ended up staying out for a while, just eating ice cream at the closest parlor. Saeran had opened up a good bit in the last hour or so, laughing at few jokes here and there, and even making a few of his own. He’d never actually admit it, but was having a great time.

When you had decided to leave after filling up on chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, two sundaes and three cookies (you saw him slip one away for later), Saeran was still being more lighthearted than usual.

It had been a good day for the both of you. You did admit, you spoiled the hell out of the boy, but it was worth it. He deserved every bit of it.

The two of you were just making small talk while walking in the park the parlor was located in when Saeran suddenly stiffened.

“MC. We need to leave. Now.” Saeran immediately stood, pulling you up roughly and practically dragging you to the park’s entrance.

“Saeran? What’s wrong, are you alright-”

“MC, just please trust me, we need to-”

“Did I just hear Saeran?”

Saeran’s eyes visibly darkened with anxiety and his entire composure tensed with the woman’s voice that said his name. He held your sweater sleeve tightly, knuckles turning white, his face unreadable.

“I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong person.”

“I don’t believe I do. I know that face when I see it, I know that name, I know that cursed red fucking hair when I see it, you fucking idiot. I can’t believe you’ve actually made it this far in life, I thought you were long dead by now with that weak-ass immune system of yours.”

You immediately whipped around, standing face to face with the ugliest bitch you’d ever met. You stood a few inches shorter than her, and she had extremely choppy shoulder length dark brown hair. Her eyes were golden but dull, and she had a smaller build and an ivory skin tone.

“And who might I be speaking to?” You put your hands on your hips, staring her down. She rolled her eyes.

“Sun-young Choi.”

Your heat rate immediately quickened. This was his mother. After hearing the name, you recognized her features immediately. You looked to Saeran; he had turned now, looking to you with the pleading to leave.

In all honesty, Saeran was so afraid she’d hurt you like she hurt him. He didn’t want anything to happen to you. He was so afraid, god, no please don’t hurt them, don’t-

“This man may be your biological kin, but you are in no position to interact with him. You have no right to interfere with his life right now, you didn’t have that since the day you decided to use them for blackmail and abuse them.” You poked her right in the chest, pushing her backwards as you spoke. “I’ll have you know that ‘that fucking idiot’ is one of the smartest people I know in my life, right there next to his twin brother, who is a genius, by the way. They both have higher intelligence than you’ll ever have. And Saeran has done so well, you wouldn’t even begin to imagine.”

Saeran watches in amazement as you verbally assault his abusive mother, going on and on about him and Saeyoung. It made him so happy that you would defend him in these types of situations.

God, he knew he never says it, but he loves you so much.

“I hope you’ll look back on your life and regret everything you did to these two wonderful boys. We’ll be taking our leave now.”

MC grabbed Saeran’s hand and started to walk off, and he stumbled along behind as you once again led the way towards the car.


“Yes, Saeran?”

“T-Thank you…so much. I don’t really know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been there…”

“Saeran, don’t even mention it. She’s hurt you before. She still sometimes hurts you mentally, I can see it. Please, I don’t want you to think of her anymore, okay? I’m here to protect you. Saeyoung is here to protect you. The RFA is here to protect you. We love you, Saeran.”

“I-I love you too, MC.”

MC simply smiled at him before lacing their fingers with his.

“C’mon. Let’s go home and watch some movies, yeah?”


That night, Saeran didn’t have any nightmares when he finally fell asleep under five blankets and an arm wrapped around you. 

And the next morning, you watched as Saeran handed Saeyoung the cookie he had saved for himself and mutter a very quiet ‘I love you.’ Saeyoung just smiled and gave his brother a not-too-overwhelming hug.

(pls forgive me, i’m not a photo editor. i just wanted ot7)

Hey, everyone! I recently hit 100 followers! I’ve had this blog since January and even though I had a rough start and I wanted to leave a few times, I’m very glad I pushed through. I wanted to save a follow forever for another milestone and just do a drabble game for this one but there are so many amazing blogs a wanted to thank. I really appreciate every single one of you guys. This blog has been a safe haven for me, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without it. I’ve felt much more loved on this blog in the short time I’ve had it than on my previous blog, which I had for 2 and half years before I left. Even though this blog may be considered ‘small’ to some people (not that it matters to me), I still feel as if I genuinely matter to all of you, and I can’t thank you enough. I will never be able to fully express my gratitude. I really do care about all of you. All the users that show up under my followers are my friends, and I care about each one of you so much. Thank you all so much for all that you’ve done for me. I’m beyond grateful.

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The Naming of Things

Fenris/f!Hawke, 10k words, sfw. Fenris doesn’t have a favourite dragon breed; it falls to Hawke to remedy this. In her subsequent bid to elucidate the nature of sea dragons, she ends up uncovering a great deal more about friendship, and love, and loss.

A/N: The whole Kirkwall gang is there, with special mentions to Varric and Isabela, and guest appearances by the Arishok and Professor Frederic of Serault from Inquisition. :D Content warnings for non-graphic character injury, referenced character death, and canon-typical violence.

Many thanks to @sasskarian for looking this over and smoothing out the rough edges. ♥

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“It’s a valiant attempt to teach children about the Fade, but it’s the fear of spirits and demons that should be instilled in their minds, not the idea that they can be friends,” Fenris says between sips of the dry Nevarran white they found in her cellar. “And the part with the desire demon was entirely age-inappropriate. It’s a wonder the Chantry hasn’t banned this book.”

Ensconced in her armchair, Hawke is running her toes up and down the back of the mabari curled up at her feet, watching him gesture as he speaks. “Tut, tut, elf. It was my favourite. My father stole it from the Circle library before eloping with my mother when she was pregnant with me. You don’t know half the favours I had to do for Orsino to lend me the Circle’s copy and—” she bursts into peals of laughter when he turns to stare at her, slack-jawed, “—Maker, you should see your face.”

Hawke,” he protests, but there’s no bite to it.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d fall for it,” she replies, biting down a fresh fit of giggles. “In fact, I’m almost insulted you did.”

He laughs into his glass. “I did think it was much too treacly for you. Not to mention wanting dragons.”

“Well, that’s a given. Who wouldn’t want a dragon?” she quips, teasing another laugh out of him.

It took no little effort to coax Fenris into reading a children’s book. A Slave’s Life was too big a step up from the simple sentences Hawke would scribble down for him: the prose that she remembered as spare and parse suddenly wasn’t, and the Tevene that peppered the text—what with its quirks and arbitrary spellings—had him storming out of the estate before long, pride chafed raw.

It was her mother who suggested children’s literature. The few picture books Leandra had held onto in hopes of grandchildren had all been lost in Lothering, so Hawke dug a yellowed copy of Martha’s Adventures in the Fade out of the two-copper bin of a Lowtown second-hand store and snickered at it until the owner had her buy the Maker-damned thing or leave. “Here, we can even make up for your lost childhood memories,” she told Fenris, and though shame had tugged his gaze down, he raised his face then.

“Have it your way,” he relented, but his eyes were soft.

Varric would never let her live it down if he found out, but between the deep rumble of Fenris’s voice and his snide remarks, she caught herself enjoying the stupid thing more than she’d care to admit. Few evenings turn out half as pleasant, sitting shoulder to shoulder, fingers bumping and brushing to turn pages. When Fenris clamped his hand around her wrist to keep her away from the book, she retaliated by twining their fingers together, and he made no effort to pull free until the end of the last page.

It’s been just a little bit harder to breathe since.

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anonymous asked:

tbh if Magge walked in on Alex and Supergirl hugging, sharing feels etc before finding out Kara is Supergirl she wouldn't get mad I think. I think she'd either not talk about it or pretty much wish Alex the best, while burying her own pain, until Alex is like nonononono u see, we're sisters, I wanna be with you and with you ONLY

The hug is full-bodied and the kiss on the cheek lingers, and Supergirl caresses Alex’s hair, tucks it behind her ear.

An intimacy Maggie had been stupid enough to think was only theirs. 

Except maybe for Kara.

But Supergirl? 

Alex looking at Supergirl like that, the leggy blonde with the superhero cape that can literally hold up against bomb blasts, with tears in her ears and a lilt in her voice and intimacy – intimacy, intimacy that Alex had said she was never comfortable with, that Alex said she never liked – all over her movements, her touches, her expressions.

Maggie sighs and she shakes her head and she wonders what else she expected.

She’d known they were running buddies.

She’d known she only liked Maggie because she was bright and shiny, like coming out.

She’d known it would only be a matter of time before Alex wanted something different, something… more.

It figured that that more would be Supergirl.

So she sighs and she shakes her head and she walks away from the scene – which she’d only rushed to, off shift, anyway to make sure that Alex was okay, but clearly she was, and clearly she was in the arms she wanted to be in – and texts Alex that maybe tonight isn’t the best idea, that she’s tired, that it’s been a long day.

Certainly the last few minutes have been very, very long.

She’s surprised at how quickly Alex texts her back, talking about wanting to see her and missing her and it’s completely okay if she wants to cancel, but if she just wants company to be quiet with, Alex would be happy to come over and just be… just be.

She’s confused but she says yes, because she doesn’t want to admit it, but god does she just want to be in her arms.

She might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

But when she kisses her hello, she doesn’t stop. 

When she kisses her hello, she holds her face between her hands and she parts her lips and she whimpers when Alex accepts the invitation for her tongue. She whimpers and she shudders because she won’t cry, damnit, she won’t, she won’t, she –

“Maggie, what is it? I’m so sorry, did you not want – “

“No, no, Alex, you didn’t do anything wrong, I… you know what, you said we can be quiet, can we just… can we just do that?”

Alex has questions – questions about the way she’d kissed her, about the way she’d started to cry, about the way her eyes look pretty red, about the way there’s something so defeated about her posture – but she doesn’t ask any of them, because if Maggie is asking for quiet, then that’s what she’ll get.

So Alex nods and she cracks open two bottles of beer and she hands one to Maggie and she settles on the opposite end of the couch and she watches SVU reruns in silence, their feet touching occasionally as they shift where they lay.

“You can talk to me if you want to,” Alex says, just once, an episode and a half into their silence.

Maggie pulls at her beer and shrugs. “It’s whatever.”

Alex sits up, her eyes a map of pain.

“It’s not whatever, Maggie. Something’s hurting you, and I want to help, I – “

“No, Danvers, really, you’re not obligated to do that. You don’t have to, really – “

“Maggie, you’re my girlfriend, I want to – “

“Yeah, and how does Supergirl feel about that?” she asks.

She asks because she’s cheated when she’s been scared, when she’s been terrified, when she hadn’t been able to handle a relationship, or, more specifically, handle a breakup.

She asks because if that’s what Alex wants, she’s the last to be able to judge.

She asks because she just wants Alex to have her full, happy life, and she asks because she’s raw and she’s vulnerable and dammit, she didn’t want to be, but she’s pretty sure she’s in love.

“Superg – Maggie, what – “ Realization slowly replaces confusion on Alex’s face, and – to Maggie’s horror – Alex laughs.

“Maggie, did you come by the crime scene this afternoon?”

“Why’s that funny?” Maggie wants to know, and Alex sobers immediately.

“It’s not, I’m so sorry, I just – she said I could tell you, she said I should, and I was going to, but you wanted to be quiet tonight – “

“Just tell me, Alex, it’s okay, I can handle it – “

“No, Maggie, you don’t – no no no no no, it’s not like that, Maggie. She’s my sister. Supergirl. It’s Kara, we’re sisters, and I – I want to be with you, Maggie. I only want to be with you. Just you. She’s my sister, Maggie, we’re not… I only want you.”

Alex’s next breath is breathed in Maggie’s mouth, against Maggie’s lips, because Maggie is kissing her and Maggie is crying and Maggie is murmuring how brave Alex is, how strong, how perfect, because god, everything makes sense now.

Her intimacy with Supergirl.

Her desperate need to be perfect.

Her feverish feeling of having the weight of the world squarely on her shoulders.

Her intimacy with Supergirl.

“Only me?” Maggie asks in a small voice when she puts her forehead to Alex’s, needing to breathe her in.

“Only you,” Alex confirms, just as breathless, just as needy.

“You know those glasses are kind of ridiculous, now I’m thinking about it,” Maggie starts to grin.

“Let’s um… let’s stop talking about my sister now, hm?” Alex suggests, because she’s looking at Maggie’s lips again, and she wants to show Maggie exactly how much she only wants to be hers.

Maggie glances up at her, and heat shudders through her entire body, because there’s a lot to talk about, but later, later, later.

soot-n-foot  asked:


o shit wuddup lets do this (this is for my 100 followers! ask me a prompt here

prompt 75 // “Just leave me alone”

Ryan’s echoing sobs haunted his bedroom. He lie on his bed, curled in the fetal position, crying into his pillow. He didn’t know what he was crying about anymore, nor did he care. He just had so many pent up feelings and emotions that it hurt.

It hurt that he had to go to school the next day.

It hurt to see his best friend.

It hurt to be around the guy he was in love with.

Ryan didn’t know why he was so in love with Shane. He tried to repress his feelings for so long but there was only so much his poor heart could take before they all came gushing out like a volcano, destroying everything in it’s path. In this case it destroyed Ryan.

All it took for everything to come crashing down was Shane bouncing up to Ryan before the last period of the day and announcing to him, and the rest of the hallway,

“Sara Rubin just said yes to going on a date with me!”

Ryan froze midway through grabbing his psychology book. He didn’t know what to do, it was like he was paralysed. His world had began falling apart around him.

Shane’s electrified voice bought him back to reality, “Ry! Hello ghost boy, did you hear what I said?”

It took a second for Ryan to compute what Shane had said and snap back to life. He muttered how excited he was for him. Shane’s excitement falted slightly as Ryan slammed his locker door shut and bolted to the nurses office. It was like the world was in slow motion and the people around him were blurred figures, unidentifiable to the tiny kid pushing past them.

Ryan’s mom picked him up 10 minutes later and he was silent the entire time. No one could get a word out of him. But really who could blame him? He’d been in love with his best friend for 4 years and he finally had confirmation that there was no chance they could ever be together. No chance of them being the high school sweethearts that stay together after school and get married. No chance of them making the best power couple halloween costumes. No chance of Ryan ever feeling Shane’s soft lips against his own. His dreams were crushed.

“So fucking stupid..” Ryan sniffed to himself.

He was mad. Mad that he thought he could ever be with Shane. Mad that his innocent crush turned into something so much more. Mad that he was going to have to explain his shitty actions tomorrow. He was mad.

There was a soft knock at the door and that made him more mad. Wasn’t being completely silent enough for his mother to know he wasn’t in the right state of mind to talk right now?

He threw one of the toys sitting on his bed at the door as a sign of protest to anyone coming in. It hit the door with a thump and fell silently on the ground.

“Ryan…” An quiet voice said on the other side of the door.


What was he doing here?

He sounded almost apprehensive and..fearful? Well Ryan did shutdown earlier, he supposes he’d be anxious too.

“Go away, Shane.” Ryan’s voice was horse. He sounded like he had been hit by a bus.

“I’m gonna open the door-“


“Okay I won’t,” The door stayed closed and Shane leaned his back against it. “Your mom let me in..She um, she was worried. So was I. You kinda just vanished into the hoards of people. Was it the Sara thing?”

Ryan flinched at her name.

“I’m sorry if it hurt you..I guess you’d be worried that I wouldn’t have time for you anymore? That I’d ditch you or something, but I won’t. You’re always gonna be my best friend, I’m not gonna drop everything for her and be with her 24/7.”

‘You’re always gonna be my best friend.’

The words echoed in Ryan’s mind. Nothing more. Nothing more ever. Just best friends.

“Just leave me alone, Shane!” His voice cracked when he said Shane’s name. It was all too much. His heart hurt. His head hurt. He needed to get his shit together before he could even consider being around his best friend.

“Ryan I really don’t want to leave you while you’re like this I think-“

“Fuck. Off.” The venom in his tone stung Shane. He was taken aback by how harsh Ryan’s words were. He got up from where he was leaning on the door and started to walk away, but not before he heard his friend scream into his pillow and start bawling.

50% OFF starters.
  • "You can't have sex with your neighbor's backyard above-ground pool."
  • "let me help you out of that swimsuit-- POOL."
  • "I sure hope we become best friends! but I don't hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on."
  • "so anyways I regain consciousness, there's cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an icepick-- haha it was kind of a weird tuesday."
  • "we're gonna be late for anime school!"
  • "I'm just saying, is it illegal if I'm in my OWN pool?"
  • "(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER."
  • "oh no, he's hot when he's sad!"
  • "this reminds me of prison. this reminds me of prison. this DEFINITELY reminds me of prison."
  • "look at that little pimp. he's gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka."
  • "let's skip all the fluff and get to the part where we're shirtless."
  • "homeboy looks like shark week, I ain't messin' with that."
  • "It wasn't a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!"
  • "Nah, man, we went to holding. there's a big difference."
  • "Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor-- that is NOT a position you wanna be in."
  • "Wouldn't we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person."
  • "I'VE GOT MACE!"
  • "Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!?"
  • "you took the fall for me and I said thank you."
  • "I went to jail!"
  • "I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!"
  • "I stabbed a girl in the yard!"
  • "I think that guard you killed had a family!"
  • "look at that majestic ass mothafucka. like a dolphin or some shit. a dolphin with legs... and arms... and a jetpack."
  • "that's how they do it in Austrailia."
  • "20 bucks on jabber jaws."
  • "hey, man did you Tivo Glee last night?"
  • "I'm not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major."
  • "Neither one of them even died!"
  • "they won't let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it's deemed 'inappropriate' and I 'have to leave'."
  • "I have to tumblr this!"
  • "a guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that's the whole team, you're gonna have to be more specific."
  • "I ship them! and them!"
  • "they hate each other, but they also fuck each other!"
  • "hey we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you're doing is gonna have to stop."
  • "so do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews and talk about my work out routine?"
  • "I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? ...nah, cops probably took it."
  • "do you know? do you know for sure? Because I don't need another incident."
  • "If I get out of this chair I guarantee you'll end up in one with wheels."
  • "Ok. I'll admit, I'm a little threatened."
  • "'sup bitches!~"
  • "aren't you that guy who drowned a kid? and burned down that building?"
  • "get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices."
  • "Remember, snitches get stitches!"
  • "shut up you're high as balls!"
  • "you're just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life."
  • "right, son. and speaking of crushing disappointments-"
  • "coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again."
  • "good thing I wore my Heelys."
  • "he's so hot but so crazy! which makes him even MORE hot!"
  • "Come on let me get those digits baby!"
  • "It should be illegal to be that fine!"
  • "oh just basic addition and subtraction. he was subtracting from my profits so I'm going to add a few extra holes in him."
  • "this doesn't seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs."
  • "I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go."
  • "Yeah I've seen him. He's in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos."
  • "your arrest record is extensive... and amateur."
  • "I want that boy to be my bride!"
  • "Pilates will do that man, works your core."
  • "what are we waiting for? let's go bro! let's gbro!"
  • "wow you sure said that."
  • "WOOP! WOOP! hold it, I'm gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness."
  • "One time we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don't even think their families cared, kinda sad, really."
  • "So, what you're saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?"
  • "well I've gotta go not talk to you anymore."
  • "I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water."
  • "I'm so happy right now! --and it's not just cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Ok I lied, I'm sorry, that's mostly the reason."
  • "hey I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How've you been kid?"

onewingandabrokenhalo  asked:

Uhm.. if prompts still go... fenris is said to be VERY beautiful and I guess he can look scary but it wouldn't be weird to have people interested in him (esp. in Kirkwall) so... uhm.. jealous Hawke? Maybe? (God... I am sorry... I'm Bad at this.. )

Something in Fenris wondered at the look on Hawke’s face. Something in him relished it.

No – while Hawke had, once or twice, purposefully roused his jealousy simply to prove a point, Fenris was above resorting to such filthy, underhanded tactics. He had his own weapons to use when they were annoyed each other. But even still, there was something especially intriguing, even thrilling, at watching the tense coil of Hawke’s muscles beneath his formal jacket as he moved to put himself between Fenris and the slightly drunk nobleman who had been suggesting the elf follow him up to his guest room. Hawke looked so big – looming – his big shoulders heavy and taut, his mouth frowning, a thin, stern line. His eyes were like liquid gold, and no amount of wine in the country could have spared the nobleman the knowledge of the wrath they held.

“He has other arrangements,” Hawke said, his voice low, and hard, and dangerous.

The fool was not so foolish that he didn’t quickly find somewhere else to be.

Hawke’s anger deflated into a look of embarrassment when he turned and found Fenris watching him – as if in his rage, and his need to step in, he had forgotten the one he was supposedly defending. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could he was interrupted – a gaggle of nobles swarming, as they did, aflutter over the commotion. Hawke looked at him helplessly, and Fenris took the opportunity to slip away.

Hawke found him, later, in the estate’s gardens. He stopped when they made eye contact, and looked guilty, and began to approach more slowly.

“Ah,” he said, his big hands spreading, palm up, empty. His frown was like a thundercloud, as if he was preparing for confrontation. “I know you could have handled that yourself.”

He stopped, and waited for a bit, expression growing darker when Fenris didn’t answer.

“I heard that too many severed limbs at a party is considered gauche,” Hawke said. “Anyway, I was tired of watching him follow you around. He was harassing you. It was annoying me. That’s all.”

Fenris tilted his head, regarding him curiously. The night was warm and dark around them, spicy with the garden florals. The high walls around them gave a sense of displacement from the party still going on inside, as if they shared an entirely different world. Finally, he decided to speak. “What would you have done if he hadn’t left?”

“Smashed his nose into the back of his skull,” Hawke said, without hesitation. After a beat, he winced. “In retrospect,” he said, “I acknowledge – I was being a possessive, jealous brute. The right to nose smashing was entirely yours, not mine. Shit. Fenris…”

“You don’t think I was encouraging it?” Fenris asked.

Hawke looked up quickly in surprise, and Fenris watched the way his brow knit, his lips thinning. There was a particular way he held his jaw when something bothered him. He didn’t like the idea. He shook his head. “That didn’t occur to me,” he said.

“At all?”

“Well, were you?”


“Then I was right, wasn’t I?”

Fenris snorted. He rose from his seat on one of the benches, leaving his wine behind, and Hawke looked surprised when he pushed up on his toes to kiss him.

“It’s surprising – how it feels to see you angry on my behalf,” Fenris said. Hawke’s lips had softened against his own, but he still looked unsure.

“You aren’t angry?” the mage asked.

Fenris said, “I’m flattered.

Hawke frowned at him. Fenris lifted his brows. He wasn’t going to explain how it still felt like a strange and alien thing, having people who cared for his well-being. He was not Hawke’s possession, to be taken out and shown off. He liked that Hawke didn’t need reminding of it.

“Defending my honor,” Fenris murmured, and kissed him again. “How very chivalrous.”

Hawke said, “You’re making fun of me.”

“Take me home and I’ll show you that I’m not.”

Hawke was still frowning, but he bent his head, and he kissed Fenris, and Fenris felt warm. He smiled to meet that frown, and curled his fingers in Hawke’s hair, and he hoped every noble in the estate happened to glance out the window and see them.

Stuff I said while sick
  • Me: You think Iggy knows how to make the nuggets from Chick Flia?
  • Prompto: Maybe?
  • Me: I bet he does. Think he'll do it if I ask?
  • Prompto: Maybe?
  • ~
  • Noctis: I'm an emotionally distraught mess right now!
  • Ignis: You're always an emotionally distraught mess.
  • Gladiolus: I'm surprised you used distraught correctly.
  • ~
  • Prompto: *walks in the room to find Noctis on the floor* Dude tell me you're just sleeping.
  • Noctis: My pants are off, what do you think? Shut the blinds and give me a blanket.
  • ~
  • Noctis: Just blanket me, Ignis.
  • Ignis: *sigh* Fine.
  • Noctis: *kicking it off* No, I'm too hot!
  • ~
  • Prompto: How will me dancing make you feel better?
  • Noctis: Oh it won't, but it pleases me.
  • ~
  • Prompto: I'm gonna go take a nap in the shower.
  • Ignis: No, the hell you're not!
  • ~
  • Prompto: Dude, how did you swaddle yourself?
  • Noctis: A lot of determination.
  • ~
  • Noctis: This soup has carrots in it, I'm sick not stupid Ignis!
  • ~
  • Me: Do you think King Regis knows he's a good Father? I need to tell him that. Mr. Amicitia too, oh and Cor!
  • ~
  • Noctis: Put on Netflix and let me be gross in peace!
  • ~
  • Gladiolus: You are aware that you're in a heated blanket, with a fan on you.
  • Noctis: I'm hot, than I'm cold, I'm yes than I'm no.
  • Gladiolus: Are you quoting pop songs now?
  • ~
  • Gladiolus: Add blankets to things I have fought and lost against to the list.
  • ~
  • Me: You know who's fault this is...Ardyn.
  • Ignis: It's Chancelor Ardyn's fault you're sick?
  • Me: Pretty freakin much, I mean why else would I sick?
  • Ignis: ...all right okay...
  • ~
  • Gladiolus: Any reason she's curled around a frozen water bottle, like it's her best friend?
  • ~
  • Ignis: You're telling me you have lived off of sherbet, water, and Popsicle for a week? How are you still standing?
  • Me: I'll have you know, I fainted twice.
  • Ignis: Is that suppose to make me feel better?
  • Me: No, I just wanted you to know how my day went.
  • ~
  • Me: I think I feel better.
  • Gladiolus: Would be more believable if you weren't laying face down in your pillow, trying to drink water.
  • ~
  • Noctis: You got packages!
  • Me: Really, cool. Sometimes when I get sick I order stuff offline.
  • Ignis: Wouldn't that be dangerous?
  • Me: Nah, it's normally stuff I need anyway.
  • Prompto: So what did you order?
  • Me: 18 Kawaii Pens, a stuff pineapple, a stuff watermelon, and an external hard drive.
  • Gladiolus: Only one of those things sounds reasonable.

“I’m only human can’t you see,

I made-I made a mistake,

Please just look me in my face,

Tell me everything’s okay”

I forgot ugly flower fairy was a character that exists but then I remembered and it made me so mad so now you have to remember too

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anonymous asked:

if you couldve written the episode how would you have done it?

Keeping it as close to canon as is reasonable, here’s the changes I would make:

For starters, I wouldn’t have it so that Eobard decided to keep the Legends alive.

As someone (I forget who, sorry. Maybe @kendrasaunders​?) pointed out, Eobard was willing to kill Cisco, who he loved like a son, for maybe being a liability in his plans. He likes poetic justice, but he was trying to kill Barry as a child to extract someone that would later become a thorn in his side. He’s not the guy who says “hey, let’s keep our enemies alive for funsies”.

But then again, I think there would be easy to write around. Eobard needs Martin alive because he needs his brain. Beyond that, it appeases Mick to keep his friends alive, and Mick did get them the spear, so the legion is like “yeah sure, until they become a problem, but we’re not letting them totally off the hook”. The Legion finds the Legends frustrating, but honestly it’s not like there’s any huge animosity between Eobard and most of them (like Ray??? Jax??) or between Malcolm and most of them (except Sara really) and Damien is just… Damien.

So Mick ensures they don’t end up in any true horror versions of their lives (because really, being a janitor isn’t going to be Ray’s “worst nightmare” or “personal hell”, he’s just unfulfilled. Nate’s life and Jax’s life seem not great but not horrific except that Eobard is threatening Jax). The Legion wants them dispersed and not happy, but Mick makes sure they don’t end up totally fucked.

Damien can still be all for taunting Sara by keeping her under his employ with Amaya, but I’d prefer them not to be so sexualized and submissive, personally. I get that Damien’s a complete creep though.

Damien doesn’t get to keep the Flash’s head as a trophy. Write a few throwaway lines about how Eobard killed the Flash after regaining the speedforce and how satisfying it was for him. Make it so that Cisco and Caitlin are there and adore Eobard and are friends with him. He mentioned missing them, after all. (And have a line about why he hasn’t returned to the future yet, or make it so that’s in his plans for after he destroys the spear?)

I liked Malcolm’s personal perfect world but I’d prefer there have been no mention of Nyssa unless it was something like “she’s dead” because forcing her into the closet was pretty terrible. I’d have preferred they say something to the effect of Oliver Queen dying on the Queen’s Gambit with his father, or else never grew up beyond being a spoiled rich brat who is bff’s with Tommy.

I would’ve had Len and Mick doing their thing but had Len express boredom with how easy stealing is, acknowledge he’s maybe made a mistake. Have him share his own frustration while trying to appease Mick. “We don’t get to have the rush of a real chase anymore unless we re-write reality. And guess who doesn’t want us to do that.” Set up Len vs. Eobard before Eobard calls him, and then have Eobard call him “speak of the devil” and ‘summon’ them.

That’s when it could start to become clear that the Legends are alive because of Mick, and make it so that Len helped negotiate on Mick’s behalf.

Maintain some of the rest of the episode. Someone save Brandon Routh from that terrible weird 90′s style janitor thing. 

Have the entire team argue about whether to trust Mick. Have Ray and Amaya stand up for him against Sara. 

Have Jax torn: we were a team man. 

Mick: he was my partner. You’d do the same for yours. (referring to Martin)

Jax shaking his head, hurt: No… I wouldn’t.

Have that be a moment where Mick realizes that loyalty to a group and loyalty to one person really do look different. Loyalty to an ideal. He’s not fully ready for the realization yet, so he reacts a little too knee-jerk and tells them to go, he’ll stay behind, they don’t want him anyway. Have Ray and Amaya look hurt but accede to his wishes.

Then have Mick call up Len, and when asked if he’s been cut loose, have Mick say… “I cut them loose. I don’t know how to be on a team.”

Make it poignant but more his choice. Make it clear he’s sad he doesn’t know what he’s doing, or how to make this right.

When Len and Mick go to the Legion, Mick has a demand. “The Legends live. This time, when we re-write reality to get rid of that speedster, we’re giving them better lives so they aren’t miserable enough to need fixing.”

The Legion argues but Mick puts his foot down. If they want his help, this is how it’s gonna be, and they wouldn’t even have the spear if it weren’t for him. Possibly make Damien and Malcolm demand that Sara at least has to die, if he wants the rest of his friends to be happy and whole, and possibly allow Mick to agree. Show that there really is bad blood there, but make it clear on Mick’s face that he’s sad/ashamed to agree to that.

Then Mick shares the details of the Legends’ plan etc, and we head toward the battle.

Which goes down roughly the same way? Except when Mick picks up the spear, change the dialogue. Have Len ask for it, but have someone else deliver the line about Mick being a good boy. This could go either way. It could be someone on the Legion, like Eobard manipulating them, or Damien or Malcolm being pissed about the situation. Or it could be a Legend, Sara, saying it scathingly. 

Amaya would still interject that she believes in Mick, no matter what he does.

Mick would glare at whoever called him a good boy, and still ask Len if that’s how he sees him, as an attack dog and Len would still deny it. Except Len wouldn’t derogate his intelligence. He’s say something more along the lines of “you’re the muscle and I’m the brain and that’s how it’s always been, but it’s always been equal – we’re partners.” And that would harken back to a line Mick said before about being the muscle while Len is the brain, which itself was a prison break reference/allusion. But it would be a parallel that gets at the same idea without insulting Mick.

And then Amaya would say “and we’re your team.”

Len: “they change reality and I die, mick.”

And Mick would toss the spear to amaya. “i’m no one’s dog” he’d say to Sara or Eobard or whoever delivered that line. “i’m no genius either. but i know enough to know that a team – that means something. you knew that too, when you died. you taught me that. i have to make right what i ruined. amaya, fix this.”

and she would, and len would shoot her, and instead of saying what he did he would instead say, “i’m so sorry mick. it was her or me.” (because it is, in his mind, and that makes it explicit that he shot her out of defense of his existence and not just to hurt mick).

aaaand yeah, then end the rest of the episode the same way, so that the lead in to the finale can still be the same.

I wouldn’t change anything with Rip except to either make that more comedic or less. It was in a weird middle ground….

Jason Todd - Time - Part 3

Part One , Two , Three , Finale

- The next time you saw Jason was at a bookstore.

- It hadn’t been on purpose and you’d literally fallen onto him  when you’d been trying to get a book on a top shelf.

- After that, you two started meeting up on purpose.

- Sometimes it was to talk books, sometimes it was films. Sometimes you would talk about what had happened since you last spoke.

- You had discovered that Jason travelled at lot, he travelled to a few places you had wanted to go to at some point.

- His family had started to notice Red Hood’s presence in Gotham a lot more, they chose not to mention it as long as he wasn’t causing them a problem.

 - Tim and Steph were the only two who knew you were the reason he was sticking around.

- You’d told them, not thinking anything of it really.

- You had been walking to a coffee shop to meet him.

- That was when two people jumped you and pulled you into an alley.

- They both had knives on them and slammed you against a wall.

- “Give us everything you have on you!” one of them growled.

- They were both wearing masks over the bottom of their faces.

- Not the scariest mugging you could have been apart of, this was Gotham after all.

- You started taking out your purse and any loose change. In situations like this is was usually best to just do what the criminals wanted.

- “Clothes too,” the other one was eyeballing you up.

- You weren’t going to comply to that.

- You took off your jacket very slowly, moving up the wall as you did and preparing to bolt. Bolt or attack depending on what they did.

- You knew self defence well enough, you also knew how to deal with knife wounds if it came down to that.

- You were training to be a doctor

- The knives looked sharp and were pointed straight at you.

- You bit your cheeks and forced yourself to ignore the knives.

- You put your money back in your bag then swung it at the closest muggers face. Sending him back and into his buddy.

- You bolted forward, screaming as loud as you could with the hopes someone might hear.

- What you really wanted was for Jason to walk by and see you screaming for help.

- He might be able to do something, you knew he worked as some kind of security personnel.

- The guy you hadn’t hit grabbed your wrist and held you back, trying to dig his knife into your stomach.

- You punched him and kicked his feet out, before he had the chance to stab you.

- You started to run but the original man was up and about to chase you into the street.

- That’s when Jason appeared and knocked him out with one punch.

- He snatched the knife out of his hand and tossed it at his friends hand, just missing a finger. He then kicked the other guy into the wall.

- Jason then took your hand and pulled you far away from them, hoping they were smart enough to stay down.

- The Red Hood side of his brain memorised their faces. He was going to find them later and make sure they wouldn't’ t bother you ever again.

- “Are you okay?” he kept looking you up and down once you were in the coffee shop.

- “I think so…” you nodded quickly, stuffing a muffin into your mouth.

- “Why would you fight? Were you trying to get hurt?” he ran a hand through his hair.

- You thought the white streak was very cute.

- “I was handing over my money!” you defended “One of them said I should take my clothes off.”

- Yep, he was almost definitely going to shoot them later.

- “That was very brave…stupid, but understandable.” he made himself calm down. He wouldn’t loose it with you, not when he liked you.

“Courage.” you mused “When you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway.”

- “Don’t try to use Harper Lee to defend yourself.” he couldn’t stop himself from smiling, only you would quote To Kill A Mockingbird after almost being mugged

- Then he remembered the first half of the quote and frowned.

- “Are you okay?” you reached a hand out to his arm.

- “I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand…” he muttered without thinking.

- You just smiled at him quoting with you.

- “Don’t try to fight muggers again.” he took his arm back, pretending he needed it to drink his coffee.

- “Hey, as long as you always come to save me. You were just in time.” you joked.

- He made a silent vow to himself.

- He didn’t let himself become close to people often, now it was too late to cut you out of his life.

- He would always be on time if you needed him.

- Always

Not Again, Not Again, Not Again - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Damian Wayne, Jon Kent
Pairing: jondami for sure, timkon maybe/could be platonic
Summary: A Superboy has killed a Robin before. He wouldn’t let Jon kill Damian too.
A/N: This whole thing is based on @guerrahilarante ’s caption on their art here, about not getting attached to superboys. Damian and Jon are like 17 and 15 respectively, Tim and Conner are in their 20s obvi. Dick probably knew all of this years ago, before Damian complained to him haha. Like I said, the TimKon here could be seen as romantic or platonic, it’s up to the reader. I hope this angers that anon who told me I’m not allowed to write about the Super family anymore. >:)


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satan-is-a-fangirl  asked:

I remember Kaden saying that he wouldn't want to bring Eleana over to Moriel's house, because she is rather...loud in bed, so shouldn't Feyre have heard something when going to her room? These are the things yo nasty lil readers pay attention to. 😏

You know I could give you a straight answer, or I could just give you this. 


She stared at her mate as he stood awkwardly in the dining room. This was a place he had never felt totally welcome – as is to be expected when he was so rarely there. She had to beg him just to come from Velaris to see her, to help her, and he eventually did. That was the thing about her mate, he always did eventually.

“So, what is it you needed exactly?” He pulled a small gold watch from his breast pocket and checked the time, the disk seeming miniscule in his long fingers.

“I need your help with the boys. They’re older now, more rambunctious.”

He set his watch back in his pocket and gave her a surprisingly gentle smile. “I’m sure you can handle them.”

“There are some things a mother cannot do – they are young men, and what they need is a father figure.”

“You can adopt as many bastards as you please, but my only concern is Rhysand.”

She glared at him slightly, only making his gentle smile turn into a devilish smirk. He knew exactly what problem she was having, but he was going to make her say it aloud anyway. She was not ashamed, of course, but it was still rather irksome to talk about such a manner with the High Lord. Even if he was also her mate. She loved him, she truly did, and he loved her. But that love was best given and received in small doses.

“Then you will have no problem helping me with what I need.” She turned her back to him and sauntered up the stairs of her home, knowing the male would follow her. She heard the quite clacks of his polished shoes as he stepped behind her, a surprisingly satisfying sound as it echoed through the halls.

She loved this house, but the acoustics were a problem.

“I need you to use your magic to make the rooms like the ones at that cabin of yours. Not the relentless amount of pampering, but the soundproofing.”

The High Lord burst into laughter, and she didn’t need to turn to know he was bent over with his hands resting on his thighs, his dark hair hanging over his forehead and a slight redness gracing his usually emotionless face. She knew him far too well to be surprised by his reaction.

“Ha! You call me all the way here just so you no longer have to hear your boys having se-”

“Oh shush!” She turned to him and narrowed her eyes. She put her hand on the door and pushed it open, all the while fisting her mate’s pristine jacket and dragging him into the room. “I am living with three male Illyrians going through puberty and discovering their sexualities – one of which is your child! I want them to be able to do it in their home and not in some ditch somewhere or on some cliff face. I want them to be safe, but I sure as hell don’t want to listen to it either. They all think they’re so sly when they sneak girls in, but I just get out of here the moment I realise what’s going on.”

He was still slightly shaking with laughter when she let him go. He immediately fixed his jacket and stood up straight, a trait he shared with their Rhysand. Both shared the sentiment that if you were going to bother dressing then you were going to do it well. Looks held power in the world of fae. Ludicrous, really.

“If you wish it, it shall be done.” He waved his hand and darkness spread from his fingertips, coating the walls and dipping into the crevices and marks in the wood. Today, her mate’s darkness was warm. When he killed his enemies, it was colder than the snowfall at the Steppes.

It spread from room to room, his magic coating everything like icing on a cake, and within a few minutes it was done.

“There,” he sighed, as if his whole visit had been nothing but a waste of time. “There are exceptions, of course. If you want to hear you’ll be able to, but, as is the case with you, if you want silence then that’s what you’ll have.”

“Thank you.”

Without another word or a goodbye, he tried to leave, his form turning sheer as he disappeared into nothing.

“Wait,” she said. He came back and raised an eyebrow. “Stay,” she whispered. “Have dinner with the boys and I. Cassian is so funny, and Azriel’s sass would definitely be something you appreciate. And Rhys… he has my favourite parts of you, and so much more.”

For a second, the High Lord actually looked like he was considering the offer. He raised his hand to her face, his thumb lightly running over bottom lip. His gaze was transfixed on her face, then on her body, and he lowered his hand. He leaned forward, his handsome face an inch from her own. She raised her head the same time he dipped his, and held back from scrunching her hands in his prissy jacket and she kissed him. It was sudden, as all their interactions seemed to be from the day they’d met, but it also held a passion she had yet to find anywhere else. He pulled back, but only far enough so he could bite the bottom of her ear and then whisper.

“Your bastards are none of my concern, darling.”

And then he left, just like that.

Sometimes, when she was feeling lonely, she would think of her powerful mate who had saved her from a flightless existence. Her mate, who if had not been raised by a monster might not be one himself.

Richard Siken Quote Starters
  • I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway.
  • I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater. I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.
  • Vanity makes you say things like "I deserved a better life than this."
  • I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
  • Your world doesn't make sense.
  • Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.
  • A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
  • I've been in your body and it was a carnival ride.
  • Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
  • Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere.
  • You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.
  • Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you?
  • To them he is a mirror, but to you he is a room.
  • You want a better story. Who wouldn't?
  • Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other.
  • If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.
  • He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
  • I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good.
  • Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren't.
  • You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.
  • We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven.
  • If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is.
  • Your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.
  • You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
  • Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
  • Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
  • I'm sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined.
  • Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside.
  • I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say "I'll give you anything" but you never come through.
  • Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.
  • You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that.
  • I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.
  • Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.
  • I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
  • He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said.
  • Damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.
  • The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time.
  • You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.
  • You're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist.
  • Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
  • I wouldn't kill your pony. I'd like to believe it, anyway.
  • Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don't, they'll die.
  • You're a train and I'm a train station and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.
  • The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive.
  • I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future.
  • I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
  • Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
  • You looked at me long enough to see something mysterious under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks.
  • In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
  • You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.
  • This is not harmless. You are not breathing.
  • Lesson number one -- be sneaky and have a plan.
  • I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.
  • You know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.
  • Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
  • Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
  • When someone is trying to ditch you, kill you, never go back.
  • All wars are the same war.
  • We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
  • I'm not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better.
  • I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
  • Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.
  • Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying.
  • You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her and she leaves you and you're desolate.
  • Sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.
  • Someone is digging your grave right now.
  • There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.
  • Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired.
  • Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
  • At this point in the story so many things have gone wrong, so many bad decisions made, that it's a wonder anyone would want to continue reading.
  • Eventually something you love is going to be taken away.
  • I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.
  • Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.
  • I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
  • I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again.