i feel like i'm going to love it even more than arrow

anonymous asked:

I know we're all dead but can we talk about how cute it was that he said thank you when she took her top off? And how intimate that moment was when he just took a second to look at her, to breathe her in, to confirm that this was really happening? Cause of death: Olicity.

Oliver was the perfect gentleman throughout that entire scene. 

Starting from the beginning, he was… everything. He was a man who was clearly still in love with this woman, but he’d also heard her last season when she said she was, for all intents and purposes, done. He was a man who was willing to get every tiny scrap of her natural sunlight, no matter what the cost for himself. Y’all are lying to yourselves if Felicity wasn’t doing exactly what Curtis suggested when the idea of her trying the salmon ladder came about. She’s all cute and flirty and doing something that shows a lot of skin, and yet, the entire time, Oliver was just so sweet. He didn’t push it, he didn’t take what are pretty obvious signs, he didn’t do anything without her explicit permission and direction. They went through two bottles of wine, my friends, they were quite a few sheets to the wind and still, he was the perfect gentleman. Even when she asked him to help her down, when he grabbed her waist, when he held her close, letting her down gently, cradling her like she’s the most important thing in his entire world (she is)…

(src)

He was just… 

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… so Oliver and so respectful and I loved it so much.

But then it gets better.

Felicity finally makes the first move, she kisses him and remember the way he responded? 

(src)

(wow they kiss really well like damn well done a+)

He gives it his all because that’s all he wants to give her. He messed up so much in the past, and while the source of those issues are deeply buried and require a fucking bulldozer to unearth, it doesn’t change that it effectively ruined the best thing in his life. But now, now he has her back and it’s everything. Yes, the wine has stripped their inhibitions, but it just scratched off the surface, revealing what they’ve always, always wanted.

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(This was cute af, anon, I so agree. He’s so totally getting swept up in the sensation of having her in his arms again, of kissing her, tasting her, feeling her, and it’s intoxicating. It takes over everything, leaving no room for anything but continuing to feel those wonderful things. We see that in the way he suddenly spins her, with so much intent, so much purpose - I know I’m not the only one who thought that was going somewhere else - but then he’s so painfully gentle with her. He could absolutely rip her sweater to pieces if he wanted to and he knew she probably wouldn’t complain one bit until later, but he didn’t, because remember, this is the Oliver who has been in love with this woman forever and he lost her and he’s been respecting her wishes in not pursuing a relationship and suddenly she’s here and she’s with him, but that doesn’t change where they are mentally, where he’s at mentally. (Wow, tangent.) It’s marked with that soft, adorable smile of his - that happy smile of his - and the way he says, “Thank you.” It’s really as if he’s thanking her for giving them this chance again.)

And then…

(src)

The passion is back, brimming over, all-consuming, burning them from the insides out, taking over everything, pulling them together like the magnets that they are…

But that’s not all it’s about, not quite. It’s about that, oh yes, but it’s also about connecting again, not just physically but emotionally and mentally, with their very souls. This isn’t just physical for Oliver, nor is it for Felicity, which is what he needs to double check, he needs to see, to make sure that… 

Well, that this is happening, that it’s what he thinks it is, that she’s on the same page, that she wants this, that she wants it as badly as he does, that she’s doing it for the same reasons, that… 

(src)

(the way he whispers her name, a gasp, a breathless plea… a prayer…)

He has to make sure. He has to. One, because it’s Oliver and when it comes to Felicity, there’s never been a halfway. 

Which is so very interesting considering what happened tonight - thinking about it from Oliver’s perspective, he honestly thought he was giving Felicity everything he could. He didn’t know at the time that he was only giving half of himself, only giving her the pieces he felt worthy of her, not realizing that he was hiding things from her, all under the guise of trying to protect her, in his own warped way. He has been broken, in his mind, for so long, but it’s only when he’s whole within himself that he can finally be with her, which we’re finally seeing, thank goodness.

He’s all in or he’s all out and he needs to know that Felicity is there with him.

(src)

But not a simple “Are you sure this is what you want,” no, it’s more than that.

(src)

It’s about them, and their love for each other.

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And there it is. She’s right there with him, her love for him shining through, bathing him in its purity, a cleansing feeling that shines light in the darkest corners of his being (even if he doesn’t recognize it until much much much later). 

Cause of death: Olicity 

Indeed, anon. Indeed.

What went down in Dislocoeur
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Ms. Bustier: in many fairy tales the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess, can anyone tell me why?
  • Rose: BECAUSE DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: that's not really an answer
  • Max: technically this only applies to 87% of fairy tales
  • Ms. Bustier: there's no way that number is correct
  • Ms. Bustier: maybe like 7% or 8% at most
  • Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: yes Rose we got that
  • Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING DO THE SMOOCHY THING DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: who are you even talking to
  • Ms. Bustier: are you saying that in the imperative
  • Rose: pls do the smoochy thing :( #ladynoir
  • Adrien: well I just wrote this poem time to toss it in the garbage with the rest of the fandom
  • Marinette: hmm I wonder what that hot guy threw in the trash
  • Marinette: ooh it's a poem!
  • Marinette: "roses are red, violets are violet, poetry is f**king hard, do the smoochy thing pls"
  • Chloé: hmm why is Marinette looking through the garbage
  • Sabrina: did you know there's an entire fandom in there?
  • Chloé: wow she must be really desperate
  • Max: kk Kim it's time for you to run along this route and meet your crush on a bridge
  • Kim: why is her route so convoluted
  • Max: idk but if you meet her on that particular bridge and give her this particular jewel you've got a 87% chance of success
  • Kim: there's no way that number is correct
  • Kim: maybe like 7% or 8% at most
  • Marinette: I say go for it!
  • Kim: kk, running now
  • Alya: NO WAIT COME BACK
  • Alya: NEVER TAKE ROMANTIC ADVICE FROM MARINETTE
  • Marinette: now imma write a poem to Adrien
  • Chloé: and imma break the hearts of a buncha tweens
  • Chloé: hey tweens! you see how fabulous I am? well I'm never gonna date you
  • Chloé: do you see what you're missing out on
  • Chloé: well that was fun anyway I hope one of you gets akumatized now
  • Chloé: F**K ALL Y'ALL TO THE END OF THE WORLD AND BACK
  • Chloé: b**ch I'm out
  • Kim: *goes to bridge*
  • Kim: this is the Pont des Arts, right?
  • Kim: so where did all the locks go
  • Kim: it's just panes of plexiglass
  • Kim: this is way less romantic now
  • Chloé: hey Kim
  • Kim: hey Chloé lemme smash
  • Chloé: are you for real
  • Kim: I got you blue AND yellow
  • Chloé: you're as pathetic as that meme
  • Kim: she doesn't want blue and yellow
  • Chloé: look I've got a buncha tweens clamoring after me now
  • Chloé: so you're like fourth in line at best
  • Chloé: BYE
  • Kim: what has my life come to
  • Hawkmoth: wow this is even more sad than usual
  • Hawkmoth: like, I actually feel really sorry for you
  • Hawkmoth: so here have an incredibly cool transformation
  • Dislocoeur: now we're talkin
  • Dislocoeur: I've got a bow and arrows!
  • Dislocoeur: pew pew pew!
  • Marinette: and now it's POETRY TIME
  • Alya: whaddaya got
  • Marinette: "roses are nerds, poems are easy, lemme smash pls bc I think you're hot"
  • Alya: wot
  • Marinette: wow romance really isn't all that great when you're honest about it
  • Alya: wow and here I didn't think you'd ever have enough experience with romance to figure that out
  • Marinette: ooh sweet burn
  • Marinette: btw that flying guy just shot you with an arrow
  • Alya: yeah that's where the sweet burn came from
  • Alya: and now I'm suddenly tempted to go confront Nino in a rap battle
  • Marinette: YES DO IT
  • Marinette: ok Tikki let's kick that flying guy's butt
  • Dislocoeur: hey it's Ladybug!
  • Marinette: no not yet
  • Dislocoeur: oops sorry
  • Marinette: Tikki, spots on!
  • Dislocoeur: there we go!
  • Ladybug: welp running away now
  • Dislocoeur: pew pew pew!
  • Chat Noir: hey Ladybug I've got a confession to make
  • Ladybug: look I already know you love me ok?
  • Ladybug: please don't endanger us by confessing what's already incredibly obvious when there's a supervillain trying to shoot us
  • Dislocoeur: *shoots Chat Noir*
  • Ladybug: that one's on him
  • Dislocoeur: yeah kinda
  • Chat Noir: now imma kill you
  • Ladybug: why
  • Chat Noir: because hate always wins
  • Ladybug: citation needed
  • Chat Noir: citation: the US election
  • Ladybug: ok fair point
  • Chat Noir: you just accepted anecdotal evidence as proof of a general claim
  • Ladybug: oops you're right
  • Chat Noir: now prepare to die
  • Dislocoeur: *tracks down Chloé*
  • Chloé: wow and here I thought you couldn't get any more ridiculous
  • Dislocoeur: imma shoot you now
  • Chloé: and give me the ability to make even sweeter burns than usual?
  • Dislocoeur: wait nvm that's a terrible idea
  • Chloé: wow even as a villain you can't succeed in anything
  • Dislocoeur: hey Hawkmoth can you Tier 2 akumatize me?
  • Hawkmoth: sorry buddy you're on your own
  • Ladybug: I gotta figure out how to dehateify Chat Noir!
  • Brain ghost Ms. Bustier: the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess
  • Brain ghost Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ladybug: disclaimer—the following kiss is intended solely as a means of counteracting Dislocoeur's akuma-granted ability, and should not be interpreted in any romantic or otherwise non-platonic context
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *do the smoochy thing*
  • Rose: YES THIS IS PERFECT
  • Chat Noir: I don't remember any of that
  • Ladybug: good now end that f**ker
  • Chat Noir: *ends that f**ker*
  • Ladybug: well I guess we're done here
  • ROLL CREDITS
horizon zero dawn // inspired starters

❛ you know what? when we met, i thought i was a big shot talking to a pretty girl hidden away in the middle of nowhere. ❜   
❛ try not to forget about me while you’re out there changing the world. ❜  
❛ i’m already under some heavy divine pressure. but i’ll try to live up to it. ❜  
❛ after all that’s happened, all you’ve done…i feel like i should drop to your knees and worship you. ❜
❛ for you sake, i must go where you will never find me. this is goodbye. ❜  

❛ i’ll always have a minute for you. maybe even two. ❜  
❛ i knew there was something about you. hammered from the stuff they make leaders out of. ❜  
❛ he’s smiling at us. ❜  

❛ i remember yelling that i didn’t care. ❜  
❛ you have to use your smarts to count for something, to serve life, not death. ❜  
❛ if you had had a child, what would you have wished for him or her? ❜  
❛ do you really not hear how ridiculous that sounds?  ❜  
❛ confidence is quiet. you’re not.  ❜  

❛ ha. it was just an instant, but i knew. i knew we’d be forever. ❜  
❛ i’ve done all i can. from here on out, the rest is up to you. ❜  
❛ there’s so much more to discover before the world ends.   ❜  
❛ the way you smiled…i had to look away or you were going to see. on my face. what had just… blossomed inside me, you know? ❜  
❛ as it turned out, it was your world all along. i was merely… trespassing. ❜  
❛ you just can’t leave me alone, can you? ❜  
❛ turn your face to the sun. ❜
❛ why is it, every time something terrible happens, everyone tells you the worst thing that ever happened to them, as though that makes it easier? ❜  
❛ no —- you don’t need to bow. ❜  

❛ the strength to stand alone is the strength to make a stand. ❜  
❛ what’s that now? don’t like the cold? ❜  
❛ welcome to my ravine of death.  ❜
❛ keep moving or you’ll die!  ❜        
❛ hey. my eyes are up here.  ❜  
❛ you defeated it…alone?  ❜  

❛ today i speak your name - but will the goddess speak it back? ❜
❛ you must be humble and respect their power. ❜  
❛ i’m here and wherever you go, i will follow. ❜  
❛ even a king can learn his lesson. ❜  

❛ we can still have a party, right? sure we can. ❜  
❛ what is that on your face? ❜  
❛ the wilds can be dangerous. you need to stay close and do as i say. ❜
❛ so? what do you say? how about we try and kill each other?  ❜  

❛ you’re still scratched up from the fall you did yesterday. ❜  
❛ what do you think i’m doing? taking a nap?  ❜  
❛ guess we can’t have everything.  ❜  
❛ so that’s what this is? a tantrum? a cry for attention?  ❜  

❛ never celebrate a victory before it’s earned. ❜  
❛ you’re bleeding. let me have a look. ❜  
❛ you’re an idiot. a dangerous idiot..but an idiot.  ❜  
❛ you were only chosen because you were a fool, too stupid to realize you were being used. ❜  

❛ not everyone follows the law like you do. ❜  
❛ take this, to … remember. ❜
❛ my fight. i can’t ask you to come with me. ❜
❛ you survived! i thought you were killed. ❜
❛ we have more important things to do than ask questions.  ❜  
❛ that could be the least creepy thing you’ve said to me.  ❜  
❛ rough going but you survived.  ❜       

❛ this attachment to me will only hold you back. ❜  
❛ you will turn back - or bleed. your choice. ❜  
❛ you can sense it. you already know you’re going to lose. ❜  
❛ i need to catch a breath.  ❜  

❛ you know, i often think of the day i gave you that scar. it’s a cherished memory. ❜  
❛ are you going to shut your mouth? because that would be a surprise. ❜
❛ it’s time to make your first kill. ❜  
❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜  
❛ you can be a real lard sometimes. cut it out. ❜  
❛ i’m not afraid of you. i’m not afraid of anything. ❜  
❛ now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to get some sleep. i plan to be well rested when i run you into the ground tomorrow. ❜
❛ not all comforts are bad. ❜  
❛ better dead last than dead altogether. ❜  
❛ no witnesses! no survivors! ❜  
❛ are you crazy? you’re going to kill yourself! ❜  
❛ i suppose you leave that part out of the story when you tell it, don’t you? ❜
❛ ugly and ancient? like your mother? ❜
❛ to answer for what i’ve done, the lives i’ve ruined? yes. i am ready. ❜  
❛ they can’t shoot if they’re dead. ❜  
❛ hello, old friend. remember me? ❜
❛ i’m more than a threat. ❜   
❛ i don’t think either you or i are ready for that. at least not yet. ❜  

❛ i’ll take that lunch. alone. ❜  
❛ i could use someone like you by my side. ❜     
❛ we still have so much to discuss. so much you never revealed. ❜

❛ you’re lucky i happened by. one half a heart beat more, and that creature would’ve torn you in half. ❜ 
❛ i crave vengeance, do you? ❜
❛ a bold claim. i wonder if you’ll live up to it. ❜  
❛ hmm. i love your hair. ❜  
❛ still alive. good. i have a more suitable death for you in mind. ❜  
❛ knowledge has its rewards, don’t you think? ❜

❛ he was a better man than what you’d ever hope to be! ❜  
❛ i’ll remember those words when i watch your corpse burn. whatever’s left of it. ❜  

❛ i will not be worshiped! i don’t belong to you! ❜
❛ impossible. i am chosen. this was not meant to be! ❜

❛ you don’t approve? well, i have a secret for you. neither do i. ❜  
❛ well, to start, you’re strong, shrewd and capable.  ❜  

❛ we must be patient. change doesn’t come in a sunrise.  ❜  
❛ they tried to break me. shows what they know. ❜  
❛ i should have been with you. why didn’t you come for me? ❜  
❛ may the dawn find you, the day warm you, and the dusk have light to guide your path.  ❜  
❛ the better man is the one who doesn’t end up with their steaming guts on the ground. ❜
❛ once one threat is dealt with, another one looms. ❜
❛ if i live or die, they’ll call my name. ❜  
❛ i don’t usually fight if i don’t have to, but if i have to, i want to. ❜  
❛ we’ve only met a few times and yet you know me so well. ❜  
❛ i thought you just wanted tea and conversation. ❜  
❛ i wasn’t expecting to find a half clad soldier singing like a drunk.  ❜    
❛ you don’t hear me laughing.  ❜
❛ i came prepared. have arrows enough to take down armies. ❜  
❛ it’s settled. i’ll fight by your side. my only request. ❜  
❛ the wrongness here jags at me like a ❜  
❛ tomorrow, may the sun rise on a better world. ❜      
❛ you can’t ask me to stand by and watch. not when i have the power. ❜    
❛ this isn’t home anymore. ❜  
❛ my will is like the oldest ice! ❜  
❛ your whole life was a failure, and soon no one will even remember you. ❜     
❛ will change happen, if men continue to live in palaces? ❜  
❛ i did say not to break anything, didn’t i?  ❜
❛ you should sleep, if sleep comes.  ❜        
❛ i kept thinking of the moment my knife pierced your throat. one twist, a simple tug of the blade, and you would bleed out. ❜  
❛ how can you sleep, with a weight like that pressing on you? ❜  
❛ i’m not here to intrigue you. ❜  
❛ no more playing around. you’re going to have to grow up. ❜
❛ no rest for the weary, huh? ❜  
❛ don’t worry. i’ll be there for you. ❜  
❛ to say you have my gratitude feels woefully insignificant. ❜  

my thoughts on Arrow 5x19

This gif is an accurate representation of me. Everything I’ve been waiting (rather patiently, if I do say so myself… as someone who doesn’t come by patience naturally, I think I’ve done a pretty swell job this whole last year *pats self on back*) is finally starting to happen. I’m hesitant to say it’s more glorious than I imagined, because I tried very hard not to imagine anything specific, but it’s pretty damn glorious and I couldn’t be more pleased. 

  • Felicity had The Best wardrobe this whole episode. When I saw that red dress at the beginning I literally gasped
  • Curtis is definitely veering towards annoying with all his quips and babbling, but the Airplane! quote at the top of the show made me chuckle. Yes, it was bad timing. But I still enjoyed it. 
  • It’s more than a bit nerve-wracking to watch Felicity dance on the line like she did in this episode. Like Oliver, I want to protect her and I found myself constantly gasping and going “oh no!” and “ack! Felicity!” but in the end I’m all “that’s my baby, I’m so proud” so it all worked out.
  • The best way to describe Oliver in this episode is “Shook”. The best way to describe Diggle is “Shook Pt. 2″
  • I’m snickering at the boys being at odd ends because their wives are going rogue on them. 
  • Also: Felicity and Lyla crossing paths and sniping at each other is equal parts delightfully entertaining and nerve-wracking. Is this going to put a damper on future double dates? 
  • I’m pretty #TeamLyla most of the time, but not telling Dig and Oliver that they’d moved Caden was… a bad move. Very bad move. SOOOOO bad. C’mon, Lyla. Don’t be that way. 
  • Even though, seeing Diggle and Lyla at odds makes me feel uncomfortable and I just want to yell “Don’t get divorced, mom and dad!”
  • Rene was my pumpkin cupcake this episode.
  • I’ve really grown to love him this season and the FEELINGS I had last night were off the charts. 
  • Is it just me or has Rene become Quentin’s honorary kid? I’m all for this, btw. If you ask me, it’s a step up from his last child. 
  • Oliver drinking
  • GUYS. Oliver just does NOT drink. A shot here and there, maybe a celebratory toast or a beer with OTA. But this is a man who needs to be in control 100% of the time. He never sits down with a bottle like he did last night. I’m shook
  • That is how upset he was about facing off with Felicity. That’s how much he didn’t mean “don’t count on it”. That’s how much he loves her and wants her safe and her soul intact and it’s just killing him, the distance between them and OMG I HAVE ALL THE FEELS. 
  • I think I officially have too many feels to adequately discuss this episode. All that’s coming out of my brain are whale noises. 
  • The moment Dig said “I’m not the man she was gonna marry” I think I stopped breathing and I didn’t start again for the rest of the episode. 
  • You know that gif where the person’s eating popcorn and they stop with their hand halfway to their mouth and they’re just O.O? That was me. 
  • Actually, no, I was Oliver. He froze and then, slowly, looked at Dig like “omg wtf did you just say to me?”
  • IT WAS ONE OF THE HIGHLIGHTS OF THE SEASON
  • The engagement was OFFICIALLY brought up. And it was everything I wanted it to be. Olicity is off pause, folks. We’re hitting the play button. The fast forward in some spots. THE WAIT IS OVER. 
  • The scene in the loft was so much better than I was expecting. I was NOT expecting Felicity to bust out the “one of the reasons I fell in love with you” thing. YEP. The pedal is to the metal. We’re full speed ahead!
  • And how her voice softened? And she stepped closer? The TENSION in that scene was amazing. I’m giddy. 
  • There was the whole blue laser face-off that was equally hot and sad and amazing. 
  • And the final face-off in the bunker… My heart hurt for BOTH of them here. She absolutely believes he doesn’t trust her. She doesn’t realize he doesn’t trust himself. It’s all gonna come out. BRING ON 5x20! 

I’m gonna go fan myself and find something chocolate to eat. I need to recover. What a heck of an episode! 

Originally posted by olivergifs

He feels their eyes on him as he sits at the bar, waiting.

They aren’t subtle. They stare openly, gaze flickering from the runes on his neck to the flush of his cheeks to the way his foot taps against the sticky floor. Their whispers are more like accusations, their words loud enough to overcome the thumping bass ricocheting off Pandemonium’s walls, and even without his hearing rune activated the sentiment is clear as day.

It’s uncomfortable, even after Valentine’s demise, to be the sole Nephilim here, hands empty of drinks with the weight of hundreds of stares on his shoulders. Alec pulls his phone out to text Magnus or Izzy or anybody, but he pauses when a gradual hush falls behind him, silence rolling through the club like a warning. Alec turns slowly, seat swiveling with a creak, and then there he is, parting the crowd on sheer presence alone.

Magnus.

Magnus, except it’s not tender smiles and soft kisses and bitter coffee, and it’s not clever grins and wise quips and crackling energy.

It’s Magnus in his element, gaze sweeping lazily over his territory, saturated in the faint neon glow of pulsing lights, looking perfect and untouchable with his hair swept high and dark eyes flashing. Alec doesn’t… he doesn’t even know how to describe it properly, the way Magnus looks different here – words aren’t coming, tangled on his tongue, and all Alec knows is that there’s an urgent, inexplicable, overeager thing inside him that runs so hot it freezes him in place. And when Magnus smirks at him with a raised eyebrow, dammit, Alec wants to –

“’Ey, Magnus.”

Alec turns, heart beating rabbit-fast as he tracks the voice coming from a hovering stranger who stares down at Magnus with lime green lizard’s eyes. God, he’d forgotten there were people around, forgotten that he was in the middle of a club. A few feet away, the stranger scowls at him with something close to annoyance, but Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a pointed look before clapping the warlock on the arm in a familiar gesture.

The man leads Magnus to a group in the corner, and Alec watches as they surround Magnus until Alec can barely see the glossy tips of Magnus’s dark hair from his seat by the counter. Sounds of laughter fall like a summer storm, cheerful and loud and raucous, shouts of Magnus’s name spilling from their lips. The six warlocks around Magnus turn into twelve turn into more warlocks than Alec’s ever seen in one place, faces blurring as everybody crowds around with smiles on their lips and shot glasses in hand, and Alec can’t see Magnus anymore beyond a single ringed hand rising from the fray, slotted in the middle of the horde.

The High Warlock of Brooklyn, king amongst his people. And the kinder side of Alec’s mind tells him to smile for the way Magnus is loved, to be happy that others know his worth, but that voice is being bulldozed right now by greed and want and frustration burning under his skin, asking why the hell did you interrupt and come back come back come back.

When Magnus is done, when he finally returns to Alec, still smiling and indescribably perfect, Alec’s palms are aching from the way his fingernails dug in, and the thing that froze him in place before comes angry and alive. When Magnus drags him backwards with a laugh, winding between drunk Downworlders, and sways his hips in time with the pulsing beat, Alec follows with intent.

The want flares into a flaming thing, hot and heavy when Magnus dances around Alec like a twist of silk, hands lingering on Alec’s neck, his waist, his chest, his eyes closed in bliss. And when Magnus grinds back against Alec and bares the long, sinuous line of his neck to Alec’s teeth, his spiked hair grazing Alec’s cheek… all Alec wants to do is wreck him, to smudge his makeup and bury his hands in his hair. But not here, not in Pandemonium, not with Seelie whispers and vampire stares and Alec feeling like he’s going to knock everything over with how much he wants. He’s a quivering mess and Magnus is just watching him, eyes sweet and sly, and it’s unfair that Magnus can do this without even saying a word. The way color catches on the high, upswept wave of Magnus’s hair, the way his eyes glow like melted gold, the way his lips are slick and wet and waiting… Alec needs it for himself and no one else.

They’ve danced themselves onto the edge of the floor, and the memory of the last time he was in this spot races through Alec’s head. He remembers a sparkling ruby, an arrow buried in the chest of a murderer, and a glimpse of a man who he didn’t yet know was going to change his life.

But just as quickly, he forgets it. He doesn’t care about before right now. Instead, he just pulls Magnus into him, and the flame under his skin turns into the sun as he kisses Magnus for a taste of tequila and smoke.

“I want to leave,” Alec says hoarsely between kisses. “I want to go home now.”

And around them, the soundtrack of pulsing music fades in favor of a gang of warlocks who whoop and shriek for the way their High Warlock smiles wickedly into the lips of a Nephilim boy.

anonymous asked:

Even after these leaks, do you still think that Jonsa will be a thing?

I will build my opinion about the direction the show is heading in (shipping included) on what happens in CANON. Nothing that has happened on the show (or in the books for all that matters, when will TWOW finally be released ???) has changed my mind about Jonsa having a very very very good shot at happening and becoming endgame.  

I already talked about this a little bit here. (Skip the first paragraph to skip some existential angst).

Say it with me, everybody: Leaks  ≠ Canon.

As for their accuracy, even if they are factually right (which can only be proven once the episode airs), they are an unconfirmed, super-condensed, purely verbal, out-of-context, biased summary of what (might) happens. They are missing context, what happens before - and how it is shot, what happens after - and how that is shot. They miss all the aspects that make television the medium it is: acting(!), camera-work, musical scores, setting, lighting, editing, the exact dialogue, tone, visual callbacks, framing etc. “Cinema and television” is a language, all these things matter. It has an enormous arsenal of tools and tropes to not only show what happens, but also how the audience is supposed to react to it. GoT isn’t exactly one of the most subtle TV-shows in this perspective. Of course, everything is open to interpretation, but what I’m getting at is this:

Maybe the short paragraphs you can find on reddit have the mere facts right, but they are not enough to actually convey the meaning of those facts. You simply can’t do that. You can’t boil down ~ 60 min of television into two or three lines of text without missing A LOT. 


To make this a bit more clear, let’s look at some actual canon-footage and compare it with some fictional “spoiler” I made up for it. I’m going to use non-shipping material, because everyone will just scream SHIPPING-GOGGLES! DELUSIONAL! if I do otherwise. 

Here’s a correct description of the Battle of the Bastards, which, as little sense as the characters actions and the build-up to this moment made (the north remembers … NOT - still salty about that), was a stunning, beautifully shot piece of television. 

Jon is fighting the Bolton army. They are about to lose, Jon is almost trampled to death by his own men. The Knights of the Vale and Littlefinger save them. Jon defeats Ramsey in one-on-one combat. 

That’s what happened right? I’m not wrong about any of that. This is actually way more detailed than most of the season 7 leaks. But these couple of sentences do not carry any of the emotional weight or accurately portray how these events influence our characters, compared to any single one of this < 5 sec gifs I randomly found on tumblr. 

Originally posted by letthefairyinyoufly

Originally posted by thisis-a-mans-world

Jon facing the bolton cavalry. A stunning visual for how the battle started. Jon fighting against the odds. Even more so, showing how Jon “approaches” it. This isn’t even about survival. He isn’t scared or even desperate. He’s made his peace with what will follow. He’s dead as can be if those mounted knights hit him. He doesn’t look back to see if reinforcement is coming his way. He is focused on what’s in front of him. He simply wants to go out with a bang. Like a stark, with a sword in his hands.

Originally posted by gifsforyoursoul

The chaos that unfolds, once the armies clash. I really wish I could find a gif of the camera following Jon. We follow Jon through this, but he is only a little piece of this. He’s only one man, he doesn’t have the agency to actually affect anything that happens around him. He can only fight his way through and react to what the battle throws at him. 

Originally posted by jonsnownoshow

Jon, covered in blood screaming in agony when killing an enemy soldier. This one moment alone shows better how we should perceive this battle, than any recap ever could. It was bloody, horrible, ugly. Jon doesn’t feel like a “hero” for partaking in it. They won, but this experience does not feel like a “triumph”. 

Originally posted by jonsnownoshow

Jons “rebirth” from blood and death and darkness. Fighting his way back to life after being brought back to life “without his consent”. Telling Melisandre the night before that he doesn’t want to be brought back. Here, he brings himself back instead.  

Originally posted by benihepsevsen

This scene: Jon throwing away his sword, blocking Ramsay’s arrows with a Mormont-shield. (Using that specific prop was not … an accident). 
Ramsay using a weapon that kills from afar. Detaching himself from his enemy. Killing him, before he even comes close enough to harm you. Jon rejecting the only weapon he has. 

Originally posted by gif87a-com

This shit is personal. Beating someone to death with your very own hands is probably the most direct, personal way of killing someone. Compare this to how Jon handled the Night’s Watch brothers, who actually killed him.

Their deaths were framed as an execution, far more than simply “revenge”. Even though Jon had every good reason to hate these men and wanting them to suffer. They even were hanged, not beheaded, removing Jon from the direct act a bit further. He wasn’t primarily guided by lusting after their blood. A bit, sure, understandably, but he stuck with proper execution protocol, allowing them their last words, etc. It was his last action as lord commander. I only want to highlight the difference between these two scenes here. Directly after his death, he was numb, detached. He had given up. 

But this? This is not Jon Snow, the commander of the Stark forces fighting the Lord of House Bolton. This is Jon, just Jon, brutally smashing in the face - the make-up department could have fucked up his face a bit more imo - of the man who took his home, killed his little brother and raped and tortured Sansa. Here he is immensely emotionally involved in everything that happened. So much, that he completely loses control. This change in how he “punishes” people who personally harmed him and those he loves, is important. 


What seems more significant to you? The fact that all this happened (They fought the boltons, almost lost, won by LF & Sansa pulling a Helm’s Deep. Jon defeating Ramsay “one-on-one”) or how all of this happened? What should we talk about? Why should I let something that I haven’t even seen yet influence my views? Why should I allow it to completely dismiss all conclusions I drew from the actual things I saw on screen until now? Why is everyone acting like the leaks have more significance than actual canon? I’m just so tired of this attitude that nothing matters because “in the leaks blah blah”. 

So yes regardless of these spoilers, I still believe that Jonsa has a 99% chance of being a thing. Maybe I’m wrong, sure, unless other people I do not claim to know the future with absolute certainty. But by going from anything that has happened so far and how it was portrayed? I think it’s safe to say that Jonsa is still very much in the game. There are too many deliberate choices, parallels and hints, for it to be a coincidence. Too me, Jonsa just seems like the obvious conclusion all of this is headed towards. If you work under this assumption, so many things that feel out of place, were unnecessary for the plot or even messed up characters storylines, start to make sense. 

Not everyone has to agree with me on that, but I’m not going to change my own interpretation because of a few statements I read on the internet. Maybe I will change it with how the series moves forward, but until then I don’t see any good reason to do so. 

Jonsa is endgame. Fuck the leaks.

For Now, Forever, For Always

Pairing: Jim x Reader

Word Count: 1646

Warnings: A little angst. Mostly fun banter and fluff

A/N: To the anon who requested the Bones angst and the anon that requested a sequel to Seeing Double, I promise I’m working on both of those!!! I haven’t forgotten about you guys and they’ll both be coming up soon. Also look who made a fancy header image for this fic instead of doing homework B) 

If there was one thing you prided yourself on, it was your ability to give the perfect gift, moving people to tears with your thoughtfulness on more than one occasion. Even Spock got misty-eyed when you gave him a handmade terrarium replica of Old Vulcan with his mother’s initials engraved on the bottom. The one person you could never figure out, though, was James Tiberius Kirk.

You thought he’d be the easiest, settling for an antique remote-controlled motorcycle he could drive around the bridge. You were almost shaking with excitement when you gave it to him for Christmas but two years had passed and it had yet to leave the shelf in his quarters. You switched up your game for his birthday, opting for a classier holoframe that displayed pictures you’d collected over your time on the Enterprise. His eyes lit up when you gave it to him, but three months later when he finally invited you to his quarters for dinner for the first time, you noticed the batteries had died and he hadn’t replaced them.

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anonymous asked:

Yes I think that Felicity is feeling alone and yes the team (read: Oliver) hasn't really reached out to her which is crap given all that she's been through but I also think she joined Helix because they are willing to do what Team Arrow isn't. Her world view has changed a lot and she's going down this dark path that she knows Team Arrow would disagree with. And Felicity puts up a lot of walls to protect herself and at this point I'm not sure how willing she would be to open up and be vulnerable.

I agree, anon!

I think they’re more intertwined than meets the eye. I think it’s been a domino effect that we’ve seen since Season 4, with all the bullshit she’s been through.

Felicity has always been good about protecting herself, just as much as she’s amazing at burying things she isn’t willing to face. Some serious and huge doozies came about in the recent months, including losing the love of her life (by her own choice, no less, and it’s made worse because she knows if she’d stayed with him, nothing would have been different in the long run, which would have equaled more pain and heartache and grief and angst), being shot up and paralyzed only to get her legs back (yeah, tech or not, that’s some serious psychological shit to deal with, especially on her own since she broke up with Oliver), she found out things about her family that rocked her foundation (specifically about her dad; her mom lied to her - wouldn’t it be delicious if he had a huge role in Helix?) as well as carrying the responsibility of killing tens of thousands of innocent people when she sent the nuke to Havenrock to save millions of people.

Her world - her entire life - has been rocked recently and not a lot of people noticed. She didn’t make it obvious, she didn’t advertise it, she didn’t ask anyone to sit down and talk with. No, she did what Felicity Smoak does and she forged ahead, collecting the broken pieces of herself and putting them back together with Scotch tape. She focused on things outside of herself - namely, Team Arrow and Billy Malone - which also didn’t help a damn thing.

This was all leading up to her falling into the darkness, all of it. There’s only so long you can go pretending things are fine until they aren’t. Either you blow up (like Oliver) or you slowly slip into a place where you don’t feel very much of anything (aka empathy, such as Diggle pointed out). The final straw was Billy. He was supposed to be the Key, the person who might not have been everything, but she could have moved on with and been genuinely happy with him. But then he died, and salt to the wound, he died as a pawn in a jerkbag’s grand plan. While it backfired in terms of Prometheus’ plan for her to blame Oliver, it had her arc going from a calm meandering pace to petal to the metal.

Or…

(src)

Now, she tried. She once again didn’t reach out for help, but she tried. She didn’t immediately agree to work with Helix. She’s had Pandora for a long damn time, but she sat on it, using it for Team Arrow goodness. She tried to use it in a way that fit with what she normally did, except something wasn’t fitting like it used to. Something’s changed.

She’s changed.

She used to be the one pulling people back from the darkness, but now she’s actively helping people right into it. What happened with Thea in the last two episodes is a prime example - Felicity of the past would have asked her what she was doing, not just blindly done what Thea asked and sent her on her merry way. 

Something is wrong with Felicity and we’re just now starting to see the beginning of her shattering into pieces. 

I think it’s that she’s finally understanding the darkness that everyone else but her has touched on. The things she wants to do are way outside the scope of Team Arrow. She’s going to be going back to her hacktivist days and that is so much bigger than the goings-on in Starling City.

Her reasoning behind why she joined Helix was fascinating to me:

John pulled her back a bit, talking about fighting fire with fire, and she gets that. She does because she’s seen the consequences of it when it goes bad in her loved ones… but then she also saw a moment where a team came together and helped one of their members. 

Felicity, for all intents and purposes, doesn’t have her team right now, and she hasn’t, not for a long time. It’s partly because she didn’t reach out and partly because nobody reached out to her. And even when they did, she brushed them off, told them she was fine. The problem was that they believed her because she’s always been fine, except she’s not fine, not even a little bit. So in a sense her team has abandoned her, they are focusing on things outside of her, leaving her to her own devices. 

But now they’re suddenly coming back and seeing she’s doing things that are very much in the shades of grey and they’re calling her out on it? 

No, that isn’t going to work. 

She needs a team on par with where she’s at, who will be there for her and her choices/decisions all the way, who will think like she does and agree with it.

And that’s Helix.

anonymous asked:

What do you think the boys are like? I'm new to army and want to know their individual personalities

So, let’s summarize the boys then! Welcome to the fandom by the way, and also, i’m not an expert, but you can easily get to know them a bit better by watching videos/shows they’ve participated, it’s a great source! I will try to keep this short, lets go. (No, i failed, i couldn’t keep this short, enjoy reading all the little details about members personalities <3)

Jin: he’s the oldest member, his age gap with the youngest member of bangtan (Jungkook) is like 5 years, he’s not an introvert nor an extrovert, it varies, at first glance he looks like a quiet person, but when he’s with the members he’s so playful, and he makes dad jokes all the time hahaha, the king of dad jokes, he’s also a very confident, and has high self esteem! It’s really funny whenever he jokes and laughs at his own jokes (he does that all the time) and also he’s very passionate about cooking and food in general, if you want to get to know him more i recommend you look for his Eat Jin episodes either on youtube or VAPP because he talks about him and all that, it’s really cool, and him being the oldest member makes him have a leader type of temperament. Cares a lot about his members, always wanting to take care of them, he also cooks for them, i feel like he would be such a great father in the future <3.

Yoongi/Suga: so he’s the lethargic one in the group (as he said himself) because he’s always in the mood for sleep or either very quiet (sometimes on his cellphone) but that DOES NOT make him a cold person, he’s far from that (he’s a pisces come on, i am one too, we are soft), he can get easily excited and energetic when he’s either on stage (enjoying himself) or doing something that he’s really passionate about (composing for example), and i do believe we can call him an introvert, he also has a really strong personality, he knows what he likes, does what he wants to do, it’s not like he doesn’t care, but more like if he doesn’t like something, he will not do it, period. But the thing is that, if you listen to his mixtape he released called Agust D, and read the lyrics, you’ll see that he shared a lot of personal experiences and stories with us there, he too is a human, who suffered with depression, and pisces people tend to be closeted and not show their emotions that much, so he was brave enough to share that with us, you can learn a bit more about him reading lyrics of some songs. sometimes pisces have this ‘i don’t care’ attitude, but deep down we have the biggest soft spots for people that we really like, and things that we love to do. Also, he’s definitely very independent. An inspiration.

Namjoon/Rap Monster: our leader, namjoon is a hard to understand person, but once you get to know him, you’re gonna love him. he’s definitely an introvert, he’s the type that enjoys long walks on the beach, or just going to a quiet park with a book to sit down and read, maybe even enjoy the scenery and clear his mind. He tends to overthink most of the time, being the leader, there’s this pressure on him for always having to be perfect and strong for his members, hence why he’s always having those deep philosophical thoughts inside his head all the time, this too because like i mentioned before, he also reads a lot! He’s quiet, emotional, sensitive, analytical and of course a perfectionist, started rapping underground and composing when he was really young, mostly because of all the pressure of high school (he used to be one of the top students, with a high IQ) he decided that the best way to express his feelings was through his lyrics, so he started composing and fell in love, rap is also a way he used to let it all out. He tends to also analyze things too much and is always setting high standards for himself, so definitely like i mentioned before as well, it’s a lot of pressure on him. He loves writing long deep messages for armys, either telling a story that has a deep meaning, or just using metaphors to tell how much he loves and appreciate us. He’s always trying to find a way to improve, and he’s definitely very empathetic, likes to have long deep convos, artistic and very creative. And, by being an introvert like i also mentioned, he tends to go to parks/beaches type of places to be alone, a good way to get away from all the noise of the world, and have some time alone. He’s truly inspirational. And if you ever see some bangtan bombs, you’ll probably notice he’s always on his phone right? He loves writing lyrics and his thoughts! 

Hoseok/J-Hope: ahh he’s a literal sunshine, the most optimistic and charismatic member - Your angel, your hope - he’s also really noisy, and energetic the type that randomly starts dancing and playing music in your room at 3am asking you to join him, but anyway lmfao, he’s always smiling, a cheerful, positive and friendly person. He’s the mood maker of the group, so count on him to cheer up the place anytime. He once mentioned that his stage name (J-hope) fits him very well since he aims to give hope to the members, and to ARMYs as well <3. He can be considered a sanguine, and sanguine people love to create a lively mood (hence why i mentioned he’s the mood maker). And by definition, sanguines are “boisterous, bubbly, chatty, openly emotional, social extroverts.” He’s also not only the dance machine but the aegyo king of the group.

Jimin: so, he’s a really cute and shy person. he’s the tiniest one of the group (comparing to the other members lmfao). but he’s not only abs like most ppl talk/care about, he’s a genuinely nice person, and he’s super empathetic as well, which makes him such a good and caring friend, someone who everyone wants to be friends with. whenever a member is sad/worried or overthinking too much, he’s there to help, sometimes even putting their feelings before his own, that’s how much he cares about his close friends. he’s the type to closet his feelings too, because he always want’s so to show us a good image, wanting to impress and please ppl most of the time, he manages to hide it by smiling and give us the impression he’s shrugging it off, but he usually opens up his playfulness and youthful acts with close friends. he used to be super self conscious about his body, but that has changed as time passed and he matured a lot, he’s now an explosion and a strong person on stage, he has lots of self confidence and he can get kinda selfish when he’s on stage because like i mentioned there’s that whole pressure on him for setting such high standards for himself, and always wanting to please ppl, but he still manages to do it with a giant smile on his face (which is one of the things that can brighten up anyone’s day, his eye smile is the reason why i fell for him). He’s really passionate about anything he does, like dancing for example, and he’s always wanting to improve. I mentioned above, how he can sometimes closet his feelings and it pains me sometimes, because i really wish he wasn’t that scared to maintain such a “manly and strong image”, i really wish he could show us his true emotions more often, like when he does logs and talks to us about how he’s feeling, that type of thing, but i noticed that lately he has been doing that, and i’m proud of him. And, he’s such a sweet, caring, naive and lovely person, protect him at all costs. His smile is beautiful and can cheer up anyone, his eye smile is so pretty it can make flowers bloom.

Taehyung/V: so this kid has a really quirky personality, he’s such an interesting, eccentric and unique person, he can easily create his own monologues while doing laundry, and play two characters at the same time. he’s really funny, naive, down-to-earth and carefree person, he’s kinda like Yoongi, he does whatever he wants to and he doesn’t care about what other ppl think about him (take his fashion sense/style for example, he loves huge tshirts, he even used to cut it himself, and make giant holes on it haha, truly a king of DIY). he has such a deep and beautiful voice, and has also a very model-like proportioned body. He’s a really cool guy who everyone would want be friends with, he’s all bubbly and energetic like Hoseok. If he’s happy or in a good mood, you’ll see it, because he can get hyper really easily, but when he’s tired he can get quiet easily. He’s open and expressive of his feelings. Nevertheless, he’s the one who’s more attached to his family, whenever he has the chance to mention his parents and/or grandparents, he does it, either to thank them, or to say how much he loves and cherish them, he has younger siblings and he loves childrena so much! i feel like he would be the greatest father in the future! He’s an animal lover too <3. And last but not least, an extrovert, the type that get along really well with anyone.

Jungkook: last but not least, our famous golden maknae, the youngest one in the group! when he first joined bighit, he used to be very shy, during trainee days and even when they debuted, during their first years, that hasn’t changed much, except the fact that he grew up now, and he too has a quirky and interesting personality, and he feels more relaxed and comfortable around bangtan members. The type of boy that, would rather stay home making his covers for example, playing video games (he loves overwatch btw) or watching a movie, reading comics and such, than going out. I see him as an introvert guy, he opens up his playfulness and youthful acts to his close friends and bangtan members only, and he’s kind of private about his own personal feelings too, only a few selected ppl would know about it. He’s not called the golden maknae for nothing, this nickname carries a bigger meaning, altho hes the youngest one in the group he’s such a talented boy, like anything he does he’s good at, it either being dancing or singing, even shooting an arrow, he’s good at anything <3. He can be quiet and reserved sometimes too, even when he’s in public with bangtan members, seems like he prefers to listen and observe them rather than talking, but when he does he can speak very well, despite being young, he a very wise and smart boy. And, aside from being reserved and calm outside, he’s an actual walking and living meme, anything he does becomes a meme easily, kidding (no it’s real, he’s an actual meme), but like, despite that he seems to be a really carefree person, like someone who’s not too sensitive about some things, he’s amazing.

anonymous asked:

hii, i've been reading your malec prompts fics and i'm loving it! if you're still accepting prompts, could you write a fic where magnus gets really hurt in battle feat. worried and sad alec? thanks :)

Thank you so much! I hope you like this. 💜 (sorry it took so long, college is rough)

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The world slowed to a standstill as Alec watched Magnus fall to the ground, his hands clutching his abdomen where one of Valentine’s followers had just pulled his seraph blade out. Between one breath and the next Alec had embedded an arrow directly in the man’s heart, but it still felt like it had hit his own instead. No sight or noise captured his attention other than Magnus’ labored breaths and quiet whimpers, the way his cat eyes were glazed over with pain, the blood that seeped over his fingers like it was desperate to hit the open air. Another breath, and Alec’s hands were over Magnus’, applying pressure to the wound. Golden eyes stared up at him, the fear so potent Alec was sure every single person present could feel it.

He’s dying.

The thought came unwarranted, quick and merciless in its arrival, and tremors wracked through Alec’s body. Every bone in his body shook, but not with fear. Rage. Absolute, uncontainable fury. Images of his blade slashing through the skin of every circle member flashed through his mind in quick succession, and a rough, humorless laugh ripped from his throat before he could stop it. He was fairly sure he was losing his mind, but one word, a small, strained voice that cut through all of the chaos, brought him back to reality.

“Alexander.”

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yuyuisakura-hime  asked:

"You can't die. Please don't die" for Lord Ieyasu please! I just finished his route and I'm loving it so much! XD

This is literally two months late and I am so sorry! Please accept this as my very very late gift aha.  (;゚Д゚) My deepest and sincerest apologies.

  • ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU. — IEYASU/MC.

“Unless you want your skull devoid of a scalp, I suggest you leave me be.” Ieyasu held his vitriol close to himself when he was in a state of panic. His fingers had always been precise enough for a doctor’s, yet they trembled as he wiped off dried blood that crusted her arms.

“You shouldn’t be moving right now.” Toramatsu’s voice was still firm with conviction yet reluctant all the same, and Ieyasu couldn’t help but feel the urge to strangle him then and there. He couldn’t, though. Not when Toramatsu had been saying nothing but truths. Ieyasu had been covered in about the same amount of bandages she was.

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Episode 1: The King’s Weakness

“Is that blood?”

“No?”

“That’s not a question you are supposed to answer with another question.”

“Then, what do you expect me to say? That there’s a red liquid coming out of your bloody head?” You replied sarcastically. 

But little did you know, Pan was genuinely asking.

Fear that what you said was true, he placed his hand on his head. As he pulled it back to the front of his face, his eyes widened at the sight of red goo that now covered his palm. 

Not long after, you saw Pan’s face turned white-wash and his lips turning blue. A sense of worry started to kick in. “Pan, are you alright?”

No reply.

Instinctively, you walked over to his side and tapped on his shoulder. “Pan, can you hear me? Are you alright?”

Pan started to sway for a moment. Knowing well what would happen next, you swiftly stood behind him and caught him just in time before his body could slam the ground. Unable to hold his weight, you slowly sat down and placed his head on your lap. You shook his body, trying to pull him out of his fainting spell.

“Pan! Pan! Wake up!” You heaved a sigh of relief as Pan gradually opened his eyes.

“Why the bloody hell did you push me out of the way?” From your tone of voice, Pan could not determine whether you were scolding him or just merely your way of showing concern.

“Seriously?” Pan spoke faintly. “You are… blaming me… after… I saved you…?”

Watching Pan in terrible pain, a sense of guilt seeped in your heart. If it were not for his actions, you would be the one lying on the ground with an arrow in your heart, literally. Who fire that arrow anyway? You pushed away that thought for a moment as you turned your attention back to the major problem in your hand, literally.

“Can you use your magic to heal yourself?” You suggested after recalling seeing him treating the boys’ injuries time and time again.

Pan tried to reach out for his head, trying to heal himself with his magic as you suggested. However, the pain was draining his energy away. Feeling obligated to help the guy who had saved you from a terrible fate, you quickly came up with an alternative plan to heal Pan.

You reached out for your walkie-talkie that was strapped to your belt and pressed a small button. After allowing the static sound to clear, you spoke into the black rectangular box which has an antenna protruding out of it. “Felix. Felix. Do you copy?”

Moments later, which felt like centuries in emergency like this, a roughed voice was heard from the other end. “Yes, y/n. What’s wrong?”

“There’s been an emergency. Pan is…” Before you could continue, Pan shook his head and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Understood his facial expression, you nodded.

“Y/n. Y/n. What happened to Pan?”

“Err… Pan and I are backing out from the game.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Where’s Pan? Should I call the boys in?”

“No!” You blurted out. “Don’t. Just continue with the game and act as per normal.”

You looked into Pan’s eyes, telepathically asking him if Felix should be told. Despite no words being exchanged, it was as if you knew what you were going to say to one another. Knowing that Pan has given his consent, you continued. “Once you are done, come to Pan’s treehouse. I’ll tell you more then. Just don’t say anything to boys, aites?”

Felix took a moment to think. “Alright, I trust you. If you need me, please call me out immediately and I’ll come right over. Got it?”

“Yes, Felix.”

With that, you switched off the device and turned your attention back to Pan who was starting to drift away. “Pan.” You gently shook his body. “I need you to stay with me, alright? I’ll fly us back to your treehouse. I think I know how fix that head of yours.” Pan slowly nodded, agreeing with your plan.

“Great. Now, I need you to stand up. Can you do that?”

He nodded again. You placed your hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

“Good. On the count of three. 1… 2… 3.” On three, you pulled him up, helping him back on his feet.

Pan leaned on you for support, placing almost all his weight on you. You struggled to get a stable position to hold up his weight. In these moments, you could only be grateful for the creation of pixie dust. If there is no way for you to fly, it would be almost impossible for you to bring Pan back to camp alone.

You grabbed a handful of green, sparkling dust from the bottom pocket of your shirt. I believe, you closed your eyes as you affirmed that believe in your heart. With that, you threw the dust over yourself and Pan. The next moment, you found yourself flying towards Pan’s treehouse.

Throughout the journey, there were not much exchange of words between yourself and Pan; just once in a while to make sure that he stays awake; perhaps mostly because of the anxiety that was consuming you by the minute. What’s worse, you were not certain whether your plan is going to succeed. All these while, it was Pan who healed the injured using his magic. Now, it was him who were badly wounded and none of us have the powers to heal him. You could only pray hard that you will succeed.

Halfway through the fly, a sudden realization hits you. 

No… It can’t be… 

But how’s that possible…?

Urgh! Why so many questions today? Oh… I’m so going to kill the person who fired that arrow?

With Pan’s treehouse coming to view, you ignored your worry for a moment and checked on Pan once again who seemed to be awake, but only just. You landed in his balcony and walked Pan over to his bed. Carefully, you laid him down on his bed. You hurriedly walked over to a shelf that stood by the wall across his bed.

“Now… where did you put it?” You rummaged through his stuffs in the shelf, looking for a small glass bottle. You could have sworn you saw it somewhere on the shelf the last time you were there.

“What are you looking for, honey?” He spoke with his little energy left.

“The water from Neverland’s spring. Where did you put it?”

“Wait… How did you kn-?”

“Never mind that. I’ll explain it to you once you are well. Quick. Tell me.”

“It’s in the white box, top row.” He said as he pointed at the top shelf.

Instantaneously, you reached out for a white box with a red cross on it right at the place where Pan mentioned. “Why would you even keep it in a first-aid box? Ah nevermind that.”

You opened the lid and found the glass bottle that you were looking for. Yes! The waters from Neverland’s spring! This should help him. With no time to lose, you placed the box back on the shelf and ran back to Pan.

You lifted Pan’s head anxiously and placed it over your lap, raising his head a tad higher. “Drink up.” You whispered while unscrewing the lid with one hand. You poured the glistening clear liquid into Pan’s mouth. Drinking it all in one gulp, you placed his head back down on the fluffy pillow.

Soon after, you could see Pan’s lips lifted upwards and his dimples faintly showing through his cheek, telling you that the waters did its magic. For the first time in years, never had you felt contented to see the sweet, charming smile on his face. Without realising it, he infected you with his smile as you grinned.

“I never knew you cared so much about me.”

“Huh?” You stared down at Pan, who was looking at you with a gaze you could not quite comprehend. But yet, this look invited a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“I thought you hate me.” Pan repeated.

“Who said I hate you?”

“Well, let’s see. First, you don’t like to follow whatever I’ve instructed you to do. Always love to do the opposite of everything that I said. Second, you could tell all the grandmother stories to the boys that they had to stop you from talking more. But when it comes to me, you only gave me a one-word answer. Also, you were so kind to the boys. But when I asked for your help, you treated me like I’m a tosser.”

“You are actually.”

Pan stared at you with widened eyes, surprised by your bluntness. Throughout the hundreds of years that he became the king of Neverland, never had any of his lost boys talked back at him. But instead of anger, he was intrigued to know you even better.

“Alright, fine. I’m a tosser.”

“You are! Only a tosser like you save others instead of himself.” You paused. “Why did you even push me out of the way? If I was the one injured, you could have healed me with your magic. Instead, you got hurt and no one here have even the slightest power to heal you. Imagine if I hadn’t spot your stash of Neverland’s spring. How am I going to save you then?”

“Sorry, honey.” Yes, you felt outraged at him for caring about you more than himself. But his guilty eyes charmed you, making it hard for you to stay mad.

“It’s alright.” You responded while brushing through his hair, looking for any open wound. You let out a short breath, glad there wasn’t any. “Try and get some rest. We’ll talk more once you are well.”

“Can I put you and Felix in charge of the boys for now?”

“Don’t worry about them. They’ll be in good hands.” Assured by your words, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep slumber.

Watching Pan recovering fast, you heaved a sigh of relief, glad that the worst was over. Quietly, you walked away from Pan and head for the door, trying your best to avoid even the slightest creak of the wooden floor that you were standing on.

As you stepped outside, you could see Felix running towards you.

“What… was… the… emergency…? Are… you… guys… okay?” Felix queried, breathing heavily in between his words.

“Yeah. We’re both fine.” You replied briefly, still in deep thoughts. Despite the worst being over, there’s another worry that you can’t seem to stop thinking about. 

After mustering up enough courage, you finally spoke to Felix with regards to your concern. “Felix. I need to talk to you. It’s about Pan.”

After inhaling a final deep breath, his breathing finally stabilized. “Yeah? What about him?”

“Pan almost died today.”


Some Thoughts About S4

Thanks to the anon who prompted this mini-thesis because. So. Many. Thoughts.

Tommy faces the morning sun and closes his eyes to regret and grief. Another series dawns…

Let’s start with the big question: ‘Is John Shelby Going to be Bumped Off?’ Short answer, I think so. I’ve vacillated a lot tbh, because being so spoiled it feels massively telegraphed, to the extent that it could be deliberate misdirection. Although that the evidence for it in the trailer is far from conclusive for people who casually watch the show is kind of proof in itself I think - there is still meant to be a question mark. But when you combine Esme weeping in (I’d bet on it because of her height and the necklace) Lizzie’s embrace; John and Esme’s absence at the family meeting; the Watery Lane bts shots without him joining the swagger; the wearing of black at that family meeting and elsewhere; that John and Esme haven’t had terribly much to do together since s1 and now are heavily featured; and Joe Cole not spending so much time on set it’s feeling ominous. Sure, it could still be smoke-and-mirrors. The tweeds of the promo pic suggest he goes country (the absence); and the black dress Esme’s in from that promo is the same as the one she’s wearing in a scene with John when he’s clearly very much alive. Her tears could be shock for his near-death (there are the scenes outside the hospital) or the untimely demise of one of their children. I don’t think the black is a ruse though, they all seem too united in anger at Tommy, and it’s not for our golden wrapper Harry Kirton at that point. The trailer heavily suggests that at least one of them will die, and wise money would be on John. At least it looks like there might be relatable grief this time.

About the family meeting, it is nice to see them in the gambling den again. I am terribly pleased Johnny Dogs and Charlie Strong are there too. But my favourite bit of the entire trailer is Finn’s Look™ at Tommy. They’ve come a long way since “that’s why you should never pretend to be me.” As if Finn ever had the choice to depart that shadow. I’ll miss Harry for whatever reason he’s leaving, he looks like a baby F. Scott Fitzgerald with that parting.

The Michael, Arthur and John scene with the policemen is likely a follow-up to s3. They are either being walked to the noose or a sentencing. They clearly all make it, past that point anyway.

Paul Anderson can break me with a twitch of his moustache and the dribble of a tear. Please never kill off Arthur, SK, I beg. Or Linda, I like her and that revolver was so cheering…

Michael and Ada don’t appear much in the trailer, but I think in combination with their ‘ranking’ in the s4 promo pic (and the comparative luxury of both’s outfits in said image), that’s because they’re still going to be the ‘legitimate’ side of the business - Chief Accountant and Head of Property and Acquisitions. Here’s hoping they share a plot, it could be enormous fun.

Polly facing the gallows must be her follow-on scene from the cliffhanger; she has the same hairstyle and blouse as 3.06. She clearly survives to do other things, which is great because SK needs her for balance. She’s the heart of the family, after all. The scene of her dressed in a fabulous floral kimono-type thing, taking a moment, is overlaid briefly by the zoetrope of the Edwardian (Victorian?) woman, perhaps representing something she once aspired to be, spinning round and around and it seems Polly herself will be sent reeling this series. She has a couple of quite different hairstyles - is there an element of disguise? Also the holster.

Speaking of hair, Charlie has a Peaky cut lmao. Tommy’s mini me. Perhaps nits were a problem at Arrow House? Tommy continues to have Dodgy Taste™ in artworks.

Adrien Brody appears to be another threat from Northern Ireland by that accent. Knowing SK, he’ll be ‘establishment’ of some kind as well; Tommy is always working against ‘them above,’ being as bad in order to survive ergo badder by the series, and there’s no other character we know of yet that could fulfil that role. But hell, Brody could be dubiously linked to the US government and have a legacy accent. He seems to be reprising Sabini in a murky tunnel at one point.

Alfie isn’t looking any healthier, or happier. Is the beach where that machine gun enters the country? Bravo the Woody cameo!!! I am desperately keen for Tommy and Alfie to have a fight on wet sand it would be hilarious.

Speaking of the machine gun, I LOVE the styling of that shootout! First time Peaky’s felt like a Western since s1 and I am digging it deeply.

ALSO pumped about the boxing match which I’ve been looking forward to since that ticket surfaced (date: 12 February 1926, Golliath vs Gold). Jack Rowan’s character is a bit of dark horse, though I’m guessing he’s the ‘Gold’ of the ticket bc his opponent is a fair bit bigger - he’s victorious in the ring, as well as there with Aidan Gillen’s character who is still thankfully lovely despite the hair - what ARE they there for? Anyway, that’s a publicly demonstrative thing Tommy’s doing with the gunshot at the end of the fight - it’s a message surely. The massive Union Jack AND Saint George’s Cross on the wall feel significant, especially possibly in conjunction with an Irish villain.

The girl under the bridge… I’ll come down off the fence and say I think that’s Charlie Murphy. I’d bet on it. One of my favourite mutuals (who’s very good at these things) swears blind it’s Lizzie, but there’s something about the profile where the cheeks meet her mouth and that tiny bump in her nose. Her hair looks longer than Lizzie’s s4 bob too. It is better than comparing Gaite and Annabelle’s breasts. Anyway, we’ve found our love interest of the series. Jury’s out on whether she’ll be the only one or one of two or three; my anxiety about Lizzie is unabated and May’s in s4. It would be the first series since one to not give Tommy three ladies. *sigh* *crosses fingers* The scene itself calls a bit to Ada and Freddie in 1.01, who met in the tunnel to hide their relationship. We’ll see; whatever it is it’s more intimate than the ‘hands’ bit of the s2 promo or the drunk snogging of s3. I’m just not that interested any more. At least it doesn’t look like she’s a queen on Tommy’s ever-more-acquisitive series of bedpost notches.

That scene in the cell with Arthur? No idea. And the tunnel-walking with gun raised in the lighting that seems designed against intravenous drug use is also a mystery. Though it looks like Victoria Baths to me and there isn’t even a whiff of May so at least that bit of plot is probably not facing reprise.

Cautious optimism abounds for a series that looks to be bringing all those chickens home to roost. There was no emotion that wasn’t pain or fear and after s3 that is apt and deserved. Here’s to the bleak midwinter!

anonymous asked:

I really respect your opinion and love your blog. I'm having a hard time understanding Sam's likes of MM's tweets and IG's when he never has before. Funnily enough Cait seems to be commenting more on HIS IG. The whole thing to me is v confusing. Is the liking of MM's tweets supposed to keep up some kind of narrative? The rugby pic clearly showed to me ppl love them together. Plus, I can't see a relationship with MM surviving after all things recently. V confused. Would ❤ yr thoughts. TY!

Thanks anon!
The liking of MM’s tweets actually fits very well with what we have been seeing recently from Sam and Cait. Ever since they left LA- even as soon as the Seattle fan con- they abruptly changed the narrative back to the self reported one of Sam and Cait as a couple. It’s the one that always seems most natural for them and predominates whenever they are not in LA. The fact that this narrative is self reported by both of them in their own words and actions on their own social media makes it a very hard one to discount. In fact the latest attempt to do so backfired rather badly when the press who reported on the rugby selfie of the two of them were saying on one hand how cuddly and happy they were together- which was really the only comment that could be made by anyone who saw that pic-and then awkwardly inserting what was obviously hand fed spin info about how Sam and some other girl called MM were “red carpet official”- which is not true at all as no red carpets were walked together at the cocktail party that both attended during Oscars week. Actually there is only an interior photo op that featured MM and Sam in a pic standing together, and then Sam included her in one of his photo ops with the party sponsors.
That someone is trying to make sketchy evidence from two pics taken from one party into a grand romance makes it all the more apparent that someone who is trying to support the Sam MM narrative doth protest this cuddly Sam Cait selfie overmuch, methinks! And that makes me trust what I, and almost 86 thousand other people, see in that selfie all the more!

So what do Sam’s latest likes of MM’s posts, or her likes of his, have to do with it?
If you look at what it is that Sam is liking, it is “keeping it professional” stuff that is being rewarded with likes. Her about to go running/arrow pointing north post got a like for a comment about “a step in the right direction” probably for her choice to post about exercise and encouraging other to do so. His other like was for a post that made it abundantly clear that she was traveling in the Pacific Northwest and was not inviting innuendo about her possibly being in SA by leaving her current location unknown.
In return MM has been liking Sam’s fitness and Barbour posts- both of which are professional topics.
It’s strictly business- and MM’s likes are mirroring Sam’s friend Amy Shiel’s likes which further support the “friends” scenario.

But Sam and Cait are definitely upping their “together” game in their recent interactions- probably in answer to the upping of the Sam and MM game during Oscars week in LA. In fact Sam and Cait started this even before they left LA with Sam’s making quite clear that he was spending his days and evenings with his old crowd of friends and with his friend Valbo who was also visiting LA at the time. By Sam’s own words there would not be much time left over for the romance that was being hinted at by the “official” narrative. Then they were very couply looking at the Seattle fan con and not a whiff of MM to be seen even though that is her “home turf”. Once they got to SA we have got pics of Sam and Cait at drinks and rugby and shopping together. They presented a united front with a retweet of an anti bullying message. And now Cait has taken to commenting on Sam’s posts, putting herself into the conversation between Sam and his fans that these posts represent. The same way a wife or partner would feel comfortable inserting themselves into a spouse’s conversation at a party.

So the way I see it the likes from Sam are actually in service of his and Cait’s “together” narrative. Those likes are in keeping with the sort of interaction that two friends or acquaintances might have. And these stand in contrast to what Sam and Cait are showing with their posts and comments on each other’s social media- a pattern that says they are more than friends to each other. A pattern that has been consistent with them for almost four years now.

princekierz  asked:

Can you write some romantic heronstairs? Yes, I'm a complete heronstairs trash. In canon-verse or AU, your choice. If you'd like, of course. ❤️

(Modern soulmate au cause why not)

Will traced the name that was branded on the underside of his forearm. The ink stark against his skin. James Carstairs. The words carried a weight that Will didn’t care to quantify.

Soulmates were overrated anyways, who was destiny to tell him who to fall in love with?

Will tipped back the shot glass, feeling the liquor burn its’ way to his stomach. He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting here, but judging by the way the bartender was squinting suspiciously at him, it was probably time for Will to get home.

He made his way around the block with staggering steps. Just my luck that my apartment happens to be on the same block as a bar. He thought bitterly. A soft breeze blew through the streets, bringing the smell of asphalt, exhaust, and dusty rain.

The climb to his apartment was five stories and Will gripped the banister as his head pounded. He was vaguely aware that he was making more noise than was necessary, but he was too drunk to care.

The floor outside his apartment was littered with boxes. A sort of haphazard maze. Will made his way through it, fumbling with his keys. He tried and failed to open his door.

Someone cleared their throat behind Will. He turned, not sure if he was grateful that someone could open his door for him, or indignant that he needed help.

The boy in front of Will eyed him curiously. He had very dark brown hair with a silver streak running through it. Christ does he dye it? Will barked out a laugh and the boy squinted at him.

“Exactly how drunk are you?” The boy asked. Will hummed noncommittally.

“Hmm, at least one”

The boy rolled his eyes, rubbing a palm across his face in exasperation. Will briefly registered that he was carrying a violin case in his other hand.

The boy plucked Will’s keys from his hand and deftly opened his apartment for him. Will took the keys back, staring at him in a daze. The boy wiggled his fingers in a half wave. “Goodnight.”

Will watched him disappear into the door across the hall. Weird. He’d never even gotten the guys’ name.

The next day passed in the clutches of a hangover.

The next week passed uneventfully. Will didn’t see the boy across the hall again.

Around two weeks after Will’s drunken adventure he was starting to wonder if he’d imagined the entire interaction.

Will pressed the elevator button, watching the arrow light up white. He took a sip of his coffee and waited as time ticked by.

There was a scuffle and the boy from across the hall dashed into the room, visibly letting out a breath of relief when he saw that he hadn’t missed the elevator. His dark hair was rumpled and sticking every which way, and his sweater looked like the softest thing ever made. Will made the conscious decision to touch the boys’ sweater at one point in his life.

“Oh thank God I thought I’d imagined you.” Will exclaimed, making the boy jump.

“I’m new to the city so I haven’t had much time to make friends.” The boy explained. He had a nice voice, Will hadn’t noticed it before.

“Ah, makes sense.” Will said, grinning. “Where’re you off to on this fine day?” The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. Will stepped inside, the boy followed.

“Um- I was just going to explore?” It sounded like a question. Will glanced at the other boy, he had his gaze firmly planted on the wall.

“I could show you around.” Will supplied, surprising himself. “Give you the proper tourist experience.” Will told himself it was a friendly gesture, one that had nothing to do with the boys’ dark bottomless eyes.

The boy turned his head to look at him incredulously. “Really?”

Will nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got nothing better to do.” The boy nodded and returned to staring at the wall.

Wanting to fill the awkward silence Will said, “The name’s Will by the way- Will Herondale.”

The boy made a noise like a small mouse being stepped on. His eyes widened. Will bumped his shoulder playfully, laughing.

“James- Jem Carstairs.”

Will froze. He could feel his heartbeat thumping along in his chest. This was James Carstairs? He thought he might pass out.

The elevator opened and Jem stepped out into the entry hall, dragging Will with him. Will managed to regain some composure, straightening and yanking his arm away from him.

They stopped on the steps outside. The sunlight was making Jem’s hair glow. Not helpful. Will thought.

“I still have to show you around the city.” He said haltingly. Jem still looked shocked.

“You still want to do that?”

“Um, yeah why wouldn’t I?” Will groaned, stretching. Jem gaped at him.

“Because-”

“Destiny?” Will grinned at him. Jem rolled his eyes. “Believe me hot stuff, I was planning on asking you out anyway.”

As Jem opened and closed his mouth like a fish Will pulled out his phone, checking the time. He glanced at Jem, who was still staring at him. “You want to get breakfast?”

“Like a date?” Jem squeaked, he looked terrified.

Will smiled at him again. “Yeah, like a date.”

Two Lightning Bolts. (Barry Allen/The Flash Imagine)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Warning: It’s Long…

AU:Soulmates have matching tattoos that sting as if they were getting a real tattoo if the soulmates touch each other for the first time or are in the same room.

The tattoos appear once the universe decides that you’re ready to finally find out who your soulmate is. Yours first appeared when the STAR Labs Particle Accelerator exploded. You were typing away in “the Arrow Cave” when you felt a tingle on your right wrist. You looked down on the skin of your wrist and there was the darkened ink of the soulmate tattoo that took the shape of a lightning bolt.

After about a year, you moved to Central City. The feeling in your gut about your soulmate became more and more prominent. You remembered when you went to the CCPD to ask questions about the metas, your wrist stung as if a million needles struck it.

You were telling your friend, Iris West, about the feelings you get. “I really don’t think I’ll meet him.” You confessed to her. “Or her. It feels as if I followed a lead that doesn’t lead anywhere at all.”

Iris laughed a little as she typed onto her computer, probably adding more to her blog. “My friend, Barry, has the same exact problem.” She explained to you. “He thinks he’ll never meet his soulmate but he always get those needle stings and he gets a lot of feelings. But he can never seem to find her. What’s your tattoo?”

You shook my head. “I can’t tell you. My family has a history about sharing the tattoo. Every time someone shares their tattoo, they never find their soulmate. They’ll have children with someone who isn’t their soulmate which leads to lots of heartbreak.” You sighed, putting your head in your hands.

Iris shrugged and made fun of you even more. Then some man came into the cafe. Iris and you took note of this even more, but you both took action in quite different ways. You got started taking pictures of the strange man in whatever angle you could while Iris started typing faster than her average speed.

When he pulled out a gun, Iris and you dropped to the floor. Your wrist started stinging painfully. You let out a pained gasp as you looked down at your wrist which had reddened a little around the ink. “Please don’t tell me that my soul mate is that lunatic.” You whispered to yourself and held onto your wrist while trying to suppress your pain-filled groans.

The Flash appeared. He looked as if he were distracted, grabbing onto his chest as if he were in pain. The man began to shoot crazily. The Flash, through his pain, began to catch the bullets that were about to hit someone. One of the last bullets were pointed at you. The Flash caught it in his fist and his eyes connected to you. “Are you okay?” He asked you, reaching for your face.

The both of you let out a sharp gasp, backing away to touch the places were your soulmate tattoos were marked, your wrist and his chest. You locked eyes for a second before he sped off, taking the man to police custody. Everyone began to calm down. Iris helped you stand. “What’s wrong?” She asked you.

“The Flash is my soulmate.” You told her quietly. “Iris…” You showed her the mark, even though it was against your family’s belief.

She looked at your lightning bolt tattoo. Her face instantly brightened as she pulled you out of the cafe and into her car. “Where are we going?” She kept driving which a huge smile on her face. You were even more confused as she drove you to STAR Labs. “Why are we-?”

Iris just pulled you into the building. “What are we doing here?” You asked as she pulled you in what seemed like the base of the building.

“I looked into this girl’s eyes and all I felt was pain in my chest.” You heard the familiar voice say. It sounded like Flash’s voice. “It was the tattoo.” Iris dragged you inside. And there he was. A shirtless man who was only covered with the red leather pants. And that tattoo was as dark as night and the skin around it was red. The man let out another gasp in pain as your tattoo stung as well.

“Barry I found her!” Iris sang a little. “I told you I would. (Y/N) meet Barry Allen. Barry meet (Y/N) (Y/L). You guys have Two Lighting Bolts. You’re soulmates.”

-=+=-

Barry ran you to your apartment building and into your room. “Damn, you do run fast.” You sighed. Both of you still had the pain on your tattoos. “There has to be a way to stop the pain. It’s unbearable. And I kinda like to be in the same room as my soulmate.”

“My mom used to tell me that true love’s first kiss heals the burning pain.” Barry laughed. You two sat down but kept a safe distance from each other, as the pain would become too much for you two. “I’m willing to try if you are.” You nodded and slowly inched closer and closer to one another.

The pain became stronger and stronger but you bother pushed past the pain. Barry was the one to close the gap. Your lips molded perfectly into each other. You moved in sync and as your lips collided with each other, the pain faded away and the love was the only thing that remained.

anonymous asked:

I'm so in love with your Malec fics and was wondering if you could write something set in 2x20 after Magnus is rude to Alec and sends him away from the loft, only for Alec to get really badly hurt fighting the demons. When Magnus goes to shut the rift he wonders why Alec isn't there only to be told that Alec is fighting for his life, and Magnus feels terrible and starts to worry that Alec will die and the last time they saw each other he was mean to him. Sorry if this is so long!

Thank you so much, I’m really glad you like them and I hope you like this one too! (read on ao3)

send me malec prompts and i’ll write them asap! (i already have a bunch in my inbox at the moment so it might take a while)


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anonymous asked:

Hi, can you write about Malec in 2x20 where he got injured from the dragon when he is trying to closed the rift and Alec is really worried when magnus does not wake up (I'm sorry I'm not good at writing description) Thank You

Not Ready to Lose You 

Malec Drabble #15 


“Magnus!” Alec could pinpoint the exact moment when Magnus lost consciousness, his knees giving up under the weight of his body. The rift was closed, thanks to his magic, but the demon managed to escape, almost taking Magnus with him. 

“Magnus!” Alec called out again, crouching beside him and cupping his face in his hands. There was a small stream of blood on the side of his head, a shallow scrape, but no other visible injuries. Alec found his pulse and listened to his breathing, thanking the Angel for that even, steady rhythm.  

“Alec, we need to move. There might be more demons around here.” Izzy spoke up from the other side of Magnus and looked him deep in the eyes. She was worried about Magnus, but there was nothing they could do for him. They needed another warlock. 

“Wait.” Alec said, looking through Magnus’ jacket and pulling out his cellphone. “Magnus have introduced me to one of his friends. Catarina. He told me that if anything ever happened, she was the one I could trust.”  

It was a long shot, but Alec had to try it. He knew that Catarina was actually one of Magnus’ oldest and closest friends and since he and Magnus broke up, she might not like to hear from him very much. But it was Magnus who needed her, not him. 

“Catarina?” he asked after she picked up. “It’s.. It’s Alec. Alec Lightwood. Yes, Magnus is with me, but he’s injured. A demon attacked him and he’s not waking up. We’re near the rift the demons were coming from.” 

There was a moment of silence and suddenly a portal opened not too far from them. Alec had only met Catarina once before, but he immediately recognized her long dark hair and the fierce look in her eyes. 

She didn’t waste a second, coming to her knees next to Alec and running her hands over Magnus’ body. A bright golden-colored magic flew from her fingers, wrapping Magnus like a blanket and looking for injuries. It wasn’t long until the tension in her face subsided and she let her magic come back to her, leaving the wound on Magnus’ head already sealed. 

“He’s okay. He had a minor concussion, but I took care of it. It’s not the reason he’s not waking up, though. With the amount of magic he used, I wouldn’t be surprised if he slept for several days.” 

Finally, Alec could feel his heart slowing down as he let his head fall against his hands on Magnus’ chest, sighing in relief.  

“Thank you.” he breathed out, looking at Catarina. Panic left his body and the lack of adrenaline caused a abrupt wave of exhaustion bear down onto him.  

There was a strange look in Catarina’s eyes. It was irresolute, like she wanted to say more, maybe even yell at Alec for what he’d done to Magnus, but something was keeping her from doing that. 

“You really do love him, don’t you?” she said at last, her voice coming to a whisper. Both her and Izzy were looking at Alec now, waiting for his answer.  

“Yeah. I do. I don’t think I can live without him anymore.”


Catarina agreed to help them take Magnus to the Institute. Alec didn’t want to leave his side, but as a leader, he had to get back. After laying Magnus down on his bed, Alec returned to Izzy an the rest of the Shadowhunters, but every now and then he’d come back and check on him.

After couple of hours, they still haven’t heard anything from Clary or Jace. On one hand, it was a relief - it meant that everything was going as it should and Valentine haven’t completed his plan yet. Alec was relying on the Parabatai bond, which he shared with Jace, to warn him if something went wrong.

On the other hand, though, the waiting was slowly killing Alec. All the demons have mystically vanished and there was nothing they could do. Just sit and wait.
In the end, it was Izzy who suggested he should take a break. He spent more time in the monitoring center than anyone else, going over the files and looking for something they missed, something that could help them take even a little step forward. 

That was how he once again found himself in his room, watching Magnus sleep. He looked peaceful and content, not the way he should after fighting a demon. The covers were pulled up almost to his shoulders and even the smudges of his makeup seemed intentional. Alec has already stripped him of his jacket and his shoes, hoping to make him comfortable.

In contrast, Alec wasn’t feeling so well. He was tired and he could feel a headache creeping up on him, which is why he decided to lie down for a bit. Not slipping under the sheets, he laid next to Magnus and focused on his breath.  

Even after Catarina’s assurance that Magnus was exhausted but alright, he couldn’t get rid of tense feeling in his chest. A calmer, more reasonable part of Alec was telling him that everything would be okay and it was only a matter of time, but the second, anxious part was screaming at Magnus to open his eyes.  

Gradually, he found himself inching closer to Magnus. Resting his head on his shoulder, playing with the little arrow on one of his necklaces and listening to the beat of his heart. 

It was one of the things Alec missed the most. Doesn’t matter how many times he woke up in the middle of the night, it was there - the low steady sound of his heartbeat right next to Alec’s, calming his mind and grounding him even during the craziest days.  

It was hard to remind himself that it wasn’t his place anymore.  

Dozing off, he felt Magnus draw in a deeper breath, one of his hands curling around Alec’s waist and caressing down his side. For a second, it was a sweet normal morning, like many that they shared in the last couple of weeks. As if nothing has changed.

“Alexander?” 

Alec went stiff, immediately starting to pull away and muttering a quiet ‘sorry’. It was over the line, he realized. Of course it was over the line. 

“Wait.” Magnus tried again, his voice hoarse and his arm firmly placed around Alec. “It’s okay, Alec. You don’t have to go.” 

It made Alec finally look at Magnus, watching his slightly parted lips and the vertical pupil of his cat eyes. He probably wasn’t able to hold the spell, not yet, revealing their true form and Alec knew, he was one of the very few people Magnus trusted enough not to care about it. Or he used to be, at least.  

“Thank you.” Magnus told him. “For not leaving me out there.” 

“You know, I could never do that.” Alec said, letting their locked gazes linger. They both mirrored the same feeling - their problems couldn’t be solved with a kiss or sleepy cuddling session, but it was the look of ‘I hope we work things out’ that made Alec believe they still had a chance. 

He wasn’t prepared to lose Magnus. And he never would be.


Here it is! ^^ I didn’t really plan on making it so long, to be honest. Does this even count as drabble anymore? 

The kind of a reconciliation scene and the presence of Catarina happened out of the blue as well, hh. Today was full of surprises! 

Also, my dad came to ask me something just as I was posting this and man I never clicked out of Tumblr so fast! It was even worse because I had a notebook with all of my notes on ALL of my fanfics opened and lying right next to me! He doesn’t speak english very well, but still it would get so awkward if he saw anything in there. Damn me and my straightforward notes, hh!

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Promt Me/Ask Me. 

anonymous asked:

Olicity on the run.

“In here,” Oliver said, ushering Felicity into the dingy motel room.  “We’ve got enough of a lead that we can shower and get a few hours of sleep before we have to hit the road again.”  

Felicity set down her bag, filled with tech and the spare t-shirt and underwear she kept in the lair and was able to throw into the bag when Oliver had rushed her onto his motorcycle and out of Star City, just ahead of a joint ARGUS/SCPD Anti-Crime Unit task force.  

While Oliver had been outed as the Green Arrow, sending the whole SCPD gunning for an accused cop killer who used to be the mayor, Felicity’s world had come crashing down around her when she had double-crossed Helix.  She had no regrets about doing so–what the quote-unquote hactivist group was doing was too unethical, too dangerous.  But that meant they had turned against her, and now … they were on the run.  They were both wanted criminals, and not even Felicity’s technical expertise was enough to hold back these forces.  

“And I can try again to get ARGUS and the ACU off our backs,” Felicity added, rolling her shoulders.  

“Rest and recovery is more important,” Oliver said, tearing open a paper bag and pulling out two foil packages.  “Empanada?  I got beef.”  

She blinked, staring at him.  “I’m sorry–we are on the run and at risk of being arrested and thrown into jail for the rest of our lives, and you want to eat Mexican food and take a shower?”

Oliver straightened up, looking at her for a long moment.  “If you don’t take care of yourself physically, you’re not effective.  We’ve been driving for twelve hours, after being awake for another eighteen.”

“And if my job in this partnership was at all physical, I’d agree,” Felicity argued.  “But I just sit at a keyboard and hack!”

“That’s not all you do,” Oliver said, stepping around the table and coming closer to her.  He loomed over her.  “You’re the team’s moral compass.  You’re the one who reminds us that there’s another way when we’re lost in darkness.  You’re the one who’s better than all of us.”

The more he spoke, the more he said all these things about her that were so definitely not true, the angrier Felicity got.  She glared up at him.  “I am not.  Who’s the one who’s the team leader?  Who’s the one who had faith in all of us when he got captured by Prometheus?  Who’s the one who accepts he’s going to fall, but always, always, always gets back up?”

Oliver’s eyelashes fluttered as he blinked, staring down at her.  And it was all just so infuriating, being on the run with Oliver, spending more time with him over the last day than she had in months and months, and getting reminded of all the things she had loved about him, and realizing that she had made a mistake walking out on him and not talking things out, and he had been so heartbroken to tell her that Prometheus had manipulated him into killing Billy–Billy, who she had never loved and would have never been able to love, because … 

She was still in love with Oliver.  And always would be.

Going up on her toes, Felicity threw her arms around his neck as she pulled Oliver in for a kiss.  He resisted for a moment, just long enough that Felicity thought she had made yet another mistake.  

And then he started kissing her back and his arms came around her so tightly, making her feel safe and warm and home, and then they were on the faded floral bedspread, and his shirt was gone and she got one arm stuck in her blouse and Oliver was pressing down against her and Felicity was moaning and everything made sense now.  

Maybe sex like this wasn’t the best idea.  It definitely wasn’t restful, and it wasn’t doing anything to get ARGUS and the SCPD off their backs.  But when Oliver slide inside her, his eyes locked on hers, Felicity suddenly understood what he meant.

Taking care of the physical was everything.

mizardofrko  asked:

Hey, so I saw the ask you answered from yesterday about the crossover. Do you have any idea why it's anti-Semitic? (Asking from a place of ignorance here because I'm completely unfamiliar with the storyline, not any attempt to justify the material)

(I have another post about this here from last night, which was mostly me ranting, but this one will go into detail, i guess).

I’m not the best person to answer questions regarding antisemitism because I’m not Jewish, but the issues with the storyline are pretty overt. So I’m going to answer this publicly and encourage anyone who is Jewish to correct me if I go wrong anywhere.

The basics of it are that the crossover is based around and helping to introduce this new CW Seed (CW’s online platform) cartoon “Freedom Fighters: The Ray”. This show is set on “Earth X”, an alternate dimension where Nazis won WW2

That alone is an antisemitic premise, creating a world based on Nazis winning. Because while some people try to argue “all elseworlds are equal” and that Nazis in charge is no different than any other dark mirrorverse, it is antisemitic (and honestly a lot more than just antisemitic) to afford Nazism that power in any universe. To say they took over the world and continued to grow and develop is just… really shitty to all the people who died because of them and who died fighting them. 

Beyond that, premises such as these increase this “mythic” aggrandizing of Nazism that far too many (white, western) people do anyway, elevating them a disturbing status they ought not be. A ~fascination~ with anything to do with Nazis to this extent is basically a banner that screams “I care more about the aesthetic of military fascism than I do about the damage that has wreaked and continues to wreak in the world and on human life.”

Like, would it be that hard to create an elseworld with a new dictatorship regime that’s arisen instead, one that doesn’t come out of Germany? One that is evil and compelling from a narrative perspective without literally saying “so the Nazis are all-powerful basically”. As an aside, it also wreaks of American Exceptionalism because of ‘Uncle Sam and the Freedom Fighters’ and legitimately feels like propaganda to me just reading the summary.

(This is coming from someone who is very vocal about being against censorship in fandom, for the record. But if you’re gonna write something fucked up and air it on TV for profit, you need to think about the implications of what you’re writing. Media has power.)

Anyway, that’s just the premise of the world itself. It gets worse. On Earth X, many of our beloved DC CWTV heroes are… literal Nazis. Barry, Oliver, Kara? All working as “New Reichsmen”, basically the Nazis’ own little hit squad. Which is probably the worst part of all of this. In case you’re not aware, the character of Superman was created by two Jewish men, and the entire Super-family are highly alluded to as being Jewish, both canonically and as a metaphor/allusion. So making Kara – a character who is, for all intents and purposes, Jewish – into a literal Nazi??? The antisemitism is pretty big. If Ray Palmer ends up being another one of the Reichsmen (which is rumored), they’re taking a literally canonically Jewish character (which I know the CW already erases but Ray is Jewish) and making him a literal Nazi too. I really hope I don’t have to explain why that’s Bad.

So… that’s what the crossover is about. Introducing that CW Seed cartoon and that Earth X world across all 4 shows, somehow. Y’know, interrupting the westallen marriage with literal Nazi bullshit and snartbaiting us while they’re at it because these writers can’t seem to come up with a single storyline that doesn’t eventually invoke literal Nazis or Nazi allusions in some way eventually… ugh.


TL;DR  - it’s shitty, lazy storytelling based on a shaky and antisemitic (and racist and xenophobic and homophobic) premise made all the worse because even though the Nazis are the villains, many heroes we’ve come to know and love are on the Nazi side.