i have had these saved forever

let me reiterate this in a separate post: the petals to the metal elevator sequence is PROBABLY my favorite scene in TAZ, followed by Arms Outstretched, and the two scenes are, incidentally, exact beautiful mirrors of each other. In the first, magnus the protector grabs taako and prevents him from falling with his strength alone, merle grabs onto taako to stop himself from falling, above them is an inter-dimensional portal that they are climbing towards. Merle climbs up, taako casts blink, etc. Getting out of that precarious situation is not exactly their best example of team effort. In the second, magnus loses his role as protector and TAAKO grabs HIM and prevents him from falling with his own strength, and merle once again grabs taako, with magic this time, which he didn’t use in the earlier scene and is established to be self-conscious about, and this time it’s not out of instinctual self-preservation, it’s to save his two friends, and this time they are pulling themselves AWAY from another dimension, back to this plane. The spell Taako casts is VERY similar to blink except is more helpful to the others instead of saving his own skin. Merle could have easily not participated, but he ensures they get back safe. And Magnus who is unafraid of death is forced to do nothing but be saved. Had these scenes appeared in anything other than an improvisational DnD podcast, they would have been written with that mirroring intent, but because they ARE in an improvisational DnD podcast YEARS apart from each other, they are just an accidental parallel and that makes it even more beautiful and i could talk about it forever but i have to leave this wendy’s now, anyway i love the boys bye.

Aries: Your good with advice, just learn to find your voice. Your voice and opinion is so valid. Just learn to be loud
Taurus: The future you and the past you may clash. But know that the demons can come roaring back. And when they do, your friends are here.
Gemini: for all the times you got hurt, I’m sorry, even if they never said it. You deserved so much better than this
Cancer: Let the past be the past. Even with the nightmares. Sometimes letting go is all you can do.
Leo: Forgive who you use to be. You can’t spend forever hating yourself and your past actions.
Virgo: You can’t always fight every battle. You have to pick and chose my dear.
Libra: never be afraid to put yourself first. To grow into the person you want to be.
Scorpio: growing is worth every second of agony. I promise you, you need to grow to recover.
Sagittarius: Be happy with the miles you’ve covered because they are so good. And I am so proud of you.
Capricorn: Let the scars you once had heal over because reopening them will only make you bleed more.
Aquarius: Before you save anyone else learn to save yourself. You can’t rescue everyone.
Pisces: You’ve outgrown the small town we use to call home. Time to spread your wings and fly.
—  This weeks horoscope
10

saved by the bell meme [½ otps]: Zack & Lisa

a softer world sentence starters.
  • ❛ some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. ❜ 
  • ❛ how do you say goodbye to someone who was never there? ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜
  • ❛ there are some people who believe a photo captures their soul. ❜
  • ❛ if you love something let it go. ❜
  • ❛ you were not the first, you will not be the last. ❜
  • ❛ there are some secrets i will take to my grave, but i don’t want loving you to be one of them. ❜
  • ❛ you can still back out before anyone gets hurt. ❜
  • ❛ i said i’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. i guess that’s my problem. ❜
  • ❛ kindness won’t save anyone. ❜
  • ❛ for a long time i thought i deserved better. but the truth is we both deserve better than this. ❜
  • ❛ i wish there was a word that meant “goodbye” for someone who was already gone. ❜
  • ❛ i never meant to hurt you. you have to believe me. ❜
  • ❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜
  • ❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜
  • ❛ love is stupid. happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid. ❜
  • ❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜
  • ❛ i wish i had a dollar for every dollar’s worth of work i did. ❜
  • ❛ we are empty inside and hollow. hoping something sweet will make its nest in us. ❜
  • ❛ we’re too far from help. ❜
  • ❛ monsters are even more scary when you see them afraid. ❜
  • ❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜ 
  • ❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜
  • ❛ they always trust me to be someone who i don’t even want to be. ❜
  • ❛ i cannot see where i want to go, only that i want the going.❜
  • ❛ you are never here. you are always almost there. ❜
  • ❛ you and me will die the way we lived, telling ourselves stories to make it mean something. ❜
Every Possible Past

Lars sat with his knees pulled close to his body, leaning against the rough-hewn surface of the kindergarten wall. He trailed his finger through the thin coating of dirt on the rockbed floor. He drew distracted shapes and wrote out words and names in the dirt, all of which he wiped clean and started anew, his brow furrowed.

Pad watched from behind. Unseeable, her eye flickered between Lars and the drawings in the dirt. She picked up the hem of her dress and moved to his side, sitting down with only a few inches of space between them. Lars said nothing. Pad didn’t either, for a while.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Me? Nothing,” Lars muttered. He erased a smiling sun and started anew. “Thinking.”

“…About?” Pad asked after a moment of hesitation.

“Stuff,” he answered. He picked his hand up from the dirt, seemingly lost for what to do. “Like, about this. Here.” Lars motioned to the rock walls stretching too high to measure, filtering through just enough light to see the rock dust trailing through the air, large and enveloping. “Where I’m stuck. Forever, maybe. And I’m thinking about if just…if I coulda avoided any of this if I’d just stopped being a coward sooner. That ‘stuff’.”

“Oh,” Pad answered. She stuck her own finger in the dirt, tracing squiggles. “No, you couldn’t have. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Lars blinked. “I didn’t even explain.”

“You’re concerned that your fate may have been avoided if you had helped Steven escape from Topaz sooner.” Pad added her own smiley face among the squiggles in the dirt. “Or perhaps if you had saved your blond friend on the ship when Aquamarine and Topaz descended upon you.”

Lars straightened, back against the stone wall. Then he pushed himself standing. “How do you know this stuff?”

Pad paused, her finger trailing midway through the dust. “Oh. Oh of course. My future vision is broken. It can only see the past.”

“So you can see…what, everything that happened?”

“And everything that might have happened. Like an endless tree.” She stood, and dusted herself off. “Most Sapphires can see all the possible things that might happen. I can only see the things that might have happened.”

Lars swallowed, and he stammered, and slowly he found the words. “The things that might have happened.”

“Yes.”

“So you can tell me what would have happened to me if I’d done this differently.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What would have happened if uh…what if I had helped Sadie when she needed help on the ship?”

Pad remained silent for a few seconds. A hollow wind blew through the caverns. “Ah yes, I see that vision now. You would have plummeted into the water with all the human others. And Steven would have vanished on the ship. You would have returned solemnly to your home. The next morning, you would have entered into a building with a large ring on the top.”

“The Big Donut.”

“Yes. That’s what the sign would have said.”

“What about Sadie?”

Another few seconds of silence. Pad clasped her hands together. “She would be there too. But you would not speak much with her. The disappearance of Steven would have left you both in turmoil.”

Lars wrung his hands together. “Okay… okay okay. That would have happened a couple days ago, yeah? What would be happening right now? If I was home? Where would I be?”

Pad shook her head. “Oh. I can’t see the possible presents.”

Lars licked his lips. Then he nodded. “Okay so…if I asked you tomorrow, would you be able to tell me what would have happened today? If I never left home?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I would be able to tell you that.”

“Okay. Okay then.” Lars leaned against the wall, sinking slowly down it. He patted the dusty ground beside him. “If you’ve got some time now. Then could you tell me what um—if I had gotten off that ship, and stayed home—what would I have done yesterday?”

Pad picked up the hem of her dress and dropped into the offered spot. She fell silent a few moments before her mouth opened. “You would have returned to your place of work once more—the Big Donut. And you would have spoken to Sadie. She would have been difficult to console, as would you, but you would have triumphed eventually. She would have laughed at a humorous remark you found from the internet. This would have made you proud.”

Ten years pass quickly for Gems, not so much for humans. Lars wasn’t sure how these last ten years had passed for him, slow and fast at the same time. His physical body has not changed much, though his hair has grown much longer.

Lars leaned his back against the rough stone wall, free of dust now, and he waited for Pad to appear by his side.

When she did, Lars sunk to the ground, knees against his chest, and patted the same spot as always—as he did every day—for Pad to sit.

“So…tell me about yesterday. If I had stayed home, what would have happened yesterday?” Lars asked with urgency. It was the same question he had asked every day of the last ten years, but he was anxious now. He knew what might occur.

Pad smiled. She clasped her hands together. “You would have taken Sadie out to a food place along the beach. It would have been the one she told you she loved as a small human. And you would have taken that polished and cut stone out of your pocket, in the soft black box, and you would have presented it to her. You would have lowered yourself onto one knee first, and unfurled the box, and said, ‘Sadie, would you marry me?’”

Lars’s heart pounded in his ears. He swallowed dryly, leaning in. “What would she have said?”

“She would have said ‘Of course Lars. Of course.’”

Lars let out a strained breath, a noise of relief, or perhaps disbelief. He blinked harder, and leaned back against the wall, and traced his hand through the dirt. “Oh my god… Oh my god she would have said yes. She would have said yes.”

“Yes, she would have,” Pad answered.

The noise Lars made was soft, and wet, and it echoed out. Bouncing against the vast and dark heights of the kindergarten walls, absorbed and deflected in the cold hollow shells of Gems long extracted. And then it was lost to the cavern, that isolated and dark sealed off place. Inescapable.

A hollow wind replaced it.

Lars’s hand traced the shape of a heart in the dust, and the small strained noises from his throat dried up until only tears leaked down his cheeks. His hand stopped once it trembled too hard to trace anything more.

6

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (2001)

“Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves it’s own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.”  

A few things about Andrew Minyard,,

- he makes other people tie his shoelaces for him
- hes a blanket monster, doesn’t even leave Neil the sheet ok, poor kid has to sleep in sweatpants and a hoodie in the winter
- secretly does a lot of research about it and only buys the best quality food for the cats
- he’s the only person in his apartment building that ever buys girls scout cookies but he always buys enough to make it worth their time stopping by, he has like 20 boxes of thin mints stashed in the freezer at all times
- he uses an electric toothbrush but it’s like a cheap ninja turtles one from target
- cooks and cleans but DOES NOT do dishes, he will literally let them pile up to the ceiling and then when there’s none left that are clean, if no one else does them, he’ll just throw them all away and go buy new ones
- (eventually they discover paper plates and plastic silverware)
- hates horror movies (not because they’re scary, it’s because they’re predictable)
- Neil is the first person (besides Andrew) to realize Andrew needs reading glasses, and he makes him get some and Andrew carries them with him all the time but only uses them when he absolutely has to
- “I dont need glasses, i dont want to see your ugly face”
- “shut up and try them on or I’m selling the car and buying a minivan.”
- he only does autographs for his kid fans
- once he gets on his pro team people (kevin and nicky) keep pushing him to dress in more colors instead of just black all the time so he gets a bunch of neon armbands and wears a different set every day,, hot pink,, lime green,, fucking yellow, obscenely bright orange,,, other than that his wardrobe doesn’t change
- learned how to sew when he was younger because none of his clothes ever fit right and he always has to make adjustments
- has a savings account that he puts money into every chance he gets and whenever neil asks about it he pulls these random excuses out of his ass (“it’s for candy”, “I’m gonna hire someone to hide your body after I kill you”, “I almost have enough to buy out Exites so that I can shut it down permanently") but it’s actually for the foxes’ kids

mundanaveraherondale  asked:

Hi, Cassie !!! Love you and your books, I kept thinking about this phrase of yours about Jace and Clary: They are also dating the Lord of Shadows. An epic love also has epic problems and one of the reasons why the characters appear still in the story is happening because they do not have a happy ending because they do not have an end yet. My Question, will we see the happy ending in the Lord of Shadows? Please, I ask you to respond !!!! I love forever!

No, because Lord of Shadows isn’t the ending of the Shadowhunter Chronicles.  If I gave Clary and Jace a happy ending in it, it means I’d have to get rid of them for the rest of the next four books (Queen of Air and Darkness, and the three TWP books.) They would have to be on a special assignment to Outer Space and only come back to either find that the world had been saved or was now a pile of smoking rubble. And that doesn’t seem very heroic for two heroes. :) To me, ending means: goodbye, there are no more books, at least no more books with these characters in them. So try to be happy it isn’t good-bye, at least!

L I S T E N

I will forever stand by Draco.

He was a boy.

Who had to act like a man and make decisions which would impact upon everyone around him and threaten his life and the life of his friends and family.

He didn’t really hate Harry.

He saved his life.

He was a bully, I know he was but he wasn’t a bad person.

He made bad choices because he didn’t have many and the ones he did have were influenced by fear.

He came from a family of riches but they lacked the love and connection other families had.

In a way, he’s kind of like Harry.

Just battling the war on a different side.

And never forget, once all that was over, he aimed to be the best father in the world.

Despite what he has done and where he came from, he is an amazing character and I love him so much.

These words I write, they will be the last ever to be wasted on you
You won’t be affected by the pain inscribed and imbedded in this, my last testimony to the love I once held for you
I will write this in the last of the blood, pain, sweat and tears I will ever allow to be given up for you
These are last words allowed to engulf my soul as I sit in the shadow of you with your back turned to me
No longer will I let myself overflow and spill over the edges with these pained words crafted for a fallen angel who never wanted to be saved and brought back to Heaven
I refuse to give up all I have left inside my body, to give up the sacred words inside me that rage and burn inside my soul like the fires of Hell reaching out to kiss my neck one last time
You gave me back my voice when I thought I had lost it forever to the wind whipping around me, silencing my cries
And I refuse to allow you take them back into your bitter soul when you didn’t even want them in the first place
Pins and Needles (Negan x Female)

Summary: She’s always been invisible to Negan, but when she agrees to become his wife to get medication to control her pain, she sets out to make him finally see her.

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,871

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Fluff and Swearing

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by @dicktator who sent:

I was wondering if I could get a fic with Negan x Chronic pain /fibromyalgia sufferer? I suffer fibromyalgia, and I haven’t found many fics I can relate in that aspect. Can be whatever you want, smut, fluff, whatever!

Okay so I didn’t know that much about fibromyalgia before writing this fic, but I love a challenge! I did some research, and I hope this turned out okay. I had a ton of fun writing it and learned a lot! @dicktator if this isn’t to your liking or it’s not accurate please let me know and I will write you another fic.

Thanks a bunch to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash and @ashzombie13 for being my beta readers!

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Anyway...

As one can assume based on my username I spend a lot of time thinking about Bellamy, who he is and what makes him who he is. My most recent round of thinking circled around to JRoth and his statements about Madi potentially causing issues between Bellamy and Clarke (because Clarke will do things for Madi that may not align with what’s best for their people), which made me think about what Bellamy’s relationships with children specifically over the course of the last four Seasons have said about his story arc, so let’s delve into this:

In Season 1, Bellamy’s connection to a child is Charlotte (who is 12). Through his relationship with her, we get our first real glimpse into who Bellamy actually is. Charlotte is only in two episodes (1x03 and 1x04) but her impact in Bellamy resonates across the Season.

Charlotte has a relationship with both Clarke and Bellamy and it’s one of the ways the show gives us a visualization of the differences between Bellamy and Clarke. We’re first introduced to Charlotte when she has a nightmare and Clarke attempts to comfort her:

Clarke: “Hey, wake up. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s just a dream. You’re Charlotte, right? I’m Clarke. It’s okay to be scared. Do you want to talk about it?”

Charlotte: “It's… my parents. They were floated and they… and I see it in my dreams and I just…”

Clarke: “I understand. My dad was floated, too. So, how did you end up here?”

Charlotte: “Well… we were taking my parents’ things to the redistribution center and… I kind of lost it. They said I assaulted a guard.”

Clarke: “I can’t say I blame you. See that bright star up there? That’s The Ark orbiting above us. I think whatever happened up there, you know, the pain… maybe we can move past that now. Maybe being on the ground is our second chance.”

The next time we see Charlotte she’s followed Bellamy and the hunting party because she can’t deal with the sound of Jasper’s pain, unfortunately before they can make it back to camp the acid fog rolls in and we find Bellamy and Charlotte trapped in a cave.  Again, Charlotte is sleeping and has a nightmare, a parallel to her first interaction with Clarke, but they differ in how they handle the situation with Charlotte:

Charlotte: “No!”

Bellamy: “Charlotte, wake up. Charlotte: I’m sorry.”

Bellamy: “Does it happen often? What are you scared of? You know what? It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it.”

Charlotte: “But… I’m asleep.”

Bellamy: “Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you’re awake, they won’t be there to get you when you sleep.”

Charlotte: “Yeah, but… How?”

Bellamy: “You can’t afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death. Let me see that knife I gave you. Now, when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say, ‘Screw you. I’m not afraid.‘”

Charlotte: Screw you. I’m not afraid. Screw you. I’m not afraid.”

Bellamy: “Slay your demons, kid. Then you’ll be able to sleep.”

We see the difference in Bellamy and Clarke’s handling of the situation from the get go, while Clarke tries to get Charlotte to embrace the fear and learn from it, Bellamy encourages her to run from that fear, to pretend that she’s not afraid, to slay her demons. And we know she does this with disastrous effect when she kills Wells.

Bellamy is shaken by Charlotte’s actions, because they were influenced by his words, but “Weakness is death, fear is death” is still a statement that Bellamy embraces for the rest of the Season, in fact the only reason we actually see him admit to being afraid is when he thinks he’s dying (in a moment of weakness).

They deleted a scene where Bellamy gives a rousing speech to the Delinquents, but here’s what he says:

“Everybody, listen up. I know you’re afraid, but how you choose to handle that fear is up to you. You can let it break you down or you can use it to make you stronger. Are we just a bunch of kids from the Ark who weren’t strong enough to survive? Because if we lose today, if we let the fear win, that is what they’ll say about us. But I say screw fear: I’m telling my own damn story!”

Bellamy’s rejection of fear is the first sign that he’s anything other than the asshole that the show originally attempted to paint him as and also sets up his defining arc (”Screw fear.”) for Season 1.

Bellamy’s Season 2 kid is Lovejoy’s son and he’s introduced in Episode 2x11 (not as early as Charlotte) but he is a defining moment for Bellamy:

Lovejoy’s Son: “Mister… Are you on a ground unit? My dad is training for a ground unit.”

Bellamy: “It’s pretty cool up there. I hope he makes it. They’re just kids.”

Maya: “What did you expect you’d find here?”

And Maya’s question is an accurate assessment of Bellamy’s thought process until the moment he sees Lovejoy’s kid. He really did believe that the Mountain was full of monsters (and why shouldn’t he have?). Seeing Lovejoy’s kid forces him to reconsider the plan of attack and that’s when he almost begs Clarke for another:

“She helped me escape. If not for her, I’d be dead. And, Clarke, there are kids in here. We need a plan that doesn’t kill everyone. Please tell me we have one.”

Because Bellamy can handle killing monsters. That’s just slaying your demons, but kids? That’s a violation of everything he believes and it’s being forced to help make the decision that ultimately kills 26 children (along with the men and women) that is responsible for contributing to Bellamy breaking after his actions in the Mountain. 

Because for the first time slaying demons meant killing innocents as well. 

His Season 3 Kid? Adria, the girl who Luna loves. 

Again, this child is introduced late into the Season and they don’t actually interact much, but it is the first time that Bellamy actually sees with his own eyes the carnage that the Chipped!individuals can wreak on unsuspecting towns and its then that he fully realizes that the Chipped! aren’t enemies in the traditional sense. 

His interactions with Adria (and the others on Niylah’s rig) help lay the groundwork for Bellamy’s refusal to invade other Grounder villages the very next episode and, later, his insistence that the Chipped! are not killed only temporarily incapacitated until Clarke could shut down the CoL. 

Because this time, they are going to find a plan that saves everyone, unlike the ultimate resolution for Season 2. 

And last but not least, we have his Season 4 Kid: The Grounder Slave girl he saves in 4x02, When he saves her (and the other slaves), it’s a continuation of the journey he’s been on since Season 2 and Lovejoy’s kid:

Bellamy: “We didn’t get the machine.”

Clarke: “It didn’t survive landing?”

Bellamy: “No. It did, but I had a choice… bring the machine home or use it to save them.”

Raven: “Oh, we are so screwed.”

Bellamy: “We have time, but I am not sacrificing any more innocent lives.”

Clarke: “You just did.”

Bellamy: “I made the call, and I’ll live with that.”

Raven: “Yeah. You’re not the only one who has to live with your call, as usual.”

Bellamy: “Well, go tell them. Go tell Riley I should’ve left them to die.”

Bellamy has been forever changed by his actions over the course of the Seasons, but this is the first time we see him directly reference the loses he’s had to inflict in order to save his people. This is the beginning of Bellamy’s “We save who we can save today” arc. 

We see this arc come to final fruition when Bellamy has to make the decision to close the door on Clarke and blast off. The arc that we see begin for him in 4x02, saving those who can be saved, even if it ultimately means that others will die in that episode, is what preps him to be able to make the decision to close the door on Clarke in 4x13. 

It wasn’t just Clarke’s speech about using his head (although we do see him reference her with “It’s what she would have wanted”), it was the fact that he’d already made a decision just like this. Choosing to stay behind to wait for Clarke would have meant the death of the others on the rocket and while Bellamy might have been willing to make the sacrifice if it was just him (”I left her behind. I left her behind and we all die anyway”), he could not justify making the decision for everyone else, so he saved who he could save today. 

Basically….I wrote all of this out to say we should be paying close attention to Bellamy’s initial interactions with Madi (who will likely be one of the first children he meets) in Season 5, because they obviously plant lots of little seeds for Bellamy’s overarching Season journey in his relationships with children. 

reign sentence starters; pt. 1

so here’s a compilation of my favourite quotes from the cw’s reign fourth season. feel free to adjust pronouns and such! (some of these have been slightly altered.)

  • “Only one can survive.”
  • “I’m not looking for a man to love.”
  • “I’m looking for a weapon.”
  • “You just need their loyalty.”
  • “I had to get away from the gossip.”
  • “You are the bravest, kindest man I’ve ever known.”
  • “You shall never be forgotten.”
  • “You can trust me.”
  • “We will lose our throne, followed by our heads.”
  • “I am prepared to marry you, to make you happy.”
  • “This is our chance. And it won’t come again.”
  • “I intend to show force.”
  • “I won’t beg.”
  • “You cannot keep playing both sides.”
  • “Justice cannot be a sin.”
  • “God chose us to rule.”
  • “I don’t have to prove myself to you.”
  • “I am queen.”
  • “Your job is to serve me.”
  • “Loyalty is earned, and you have not earned mine.”
  • “The rumours are already starting to spread.”
  • “The only scandal I care about is justice left undone.”
  • “The only alliance you should have is with me!”
  • “We will be together. Forever. I promise.”
  • “I can’t live without you.”
  • “I am asking you to marry me.”
  • “I am begging you to save your own life.”
  • “I understand the pain I inflict.”
  • “I will destroy you for daring to take me on.”
  • “Seems there are things even a queen herself cannot escape.”
  • “Some things are meant to be, even if they violate our duties.”
  • “I won’t wallow in self-pity.”
  • “I can’t remember the last time I had the luxury of being alone.”
  • “You think of me as often as I think of you.”
  • “You are too bold.”
  • “From the day we’ve met, we have both burned for this.”
  • “I am nothing less than a queen.”
  • “What good are words when you are hungry?”
  • “The skills you showed reveal a warrior’s instinct.”
  • “I hereby pledge my undying loyalty to the Crown.”
  • “I would not seek to change your spirit, but to embrace it.”
  • “I did not expect to like you, but I do.”
  • “I would protect you with my life, against all things, if I could.”
  • “I am an ambitious man.”
  • “You shouldn’t have come back.”
  • “Our marriage will mark a new day.”
  • “They need to love us if you want their support.”
  • “If you want something enough, you have to be willing to break the rules.”
  • “If you care for me at all, please let me go.”
  • “I pictured your face a thousand times.”
  • “Don’t ever leave me.”
  • “Your reputation will be tainted.”
  • “I don’t care what people say.”
  • “I fear a wall has formed between us.”
  • “We have overcome so much.”
  • “Perhaps I’ve taken all the chances at love that I deserve.”
  • “I won’t deny you your happiness.”
  • “No one must ever know.”
  • “I was wrong to accuse you.”
  • “I’d rather lose with honour than be thought of as a coward.”
  • “I like having you on my side.”
  • “It feels like it’s you and me against the world.”
  • “You are the only one I love.”
  • “I need you to stay away.”
  • “Is that a request or a command?”
  • “I do not care for your tragedies.”
  • “Look how far you’ve come.”
  • “I can’t stay here.”
  • “I hate what I’m becoming.”
  • “I feel a poison in my heart.”
  • “Please have faith in me.”
  • “Real queens sometimes have very difficult decisions to make.”
  • “You would be a wise ruler indeed.”
  • “You will never be alone again.”
  • “There will be a civil war.”
  • “That is my punishment.”
  • “We will never be happy.”
  • “I will never forgive you.”
Bad Date

Okay I’m so sorry I haven’t written anything in a while, well at least it feels like it but because I need a break in between revising I though I could use the English revision in some fan fiction. Back with everyone’s favourite Bucky Barnes. 

“A gets stood up so B sits down and acts like her date and he is a much better date.”

 

Your POV

You had just finished curling the last of your hair when your alarm went off signalling that you needed to leave. “Shit.” You whisper as you run to grab your shoes and slipped them on half way to the door. You were hoping the traffic wouldn’t be bad since you were already running late but it seemed the city was in your favour and the streets were almost empty. You had a date tonight that you had been looking forward to for a long time, your boyfriend Tom was always busy with what he called work, which was just him chilling with his mates at a pub and you knew it. You had your suspicions on whether he was cheating or not but when he left you a note in the kitchen last week all of your doubts washed away. The note just said a date, time and location along with a brand new dress and some flowers. It was the small things that really got to you like that, it made you forget about all of the times he was late home completely pissed or ‘busy’ with work.

You thanked the driver and took a quick look at yourself in the restaurant window before walking in. You couldn’t help but feel good in your outfit, about to have an amazing date with your maybe not so amazing boyfriend. You got in and found a table roughly in the middle of the room only because it had the best lighting so you could actually see and you waited for Tom. The place began to get a bit more packed since it was around dinner time which didn’t help your anxiety of being sat alone. You felt like all eyes were on you but you brushed it off until the waiter came over. “Hello mam, Are you still waiting for your other party member or would you like to order?” he asked and you knew it was just protocol but you felt so attacked under his gaze. You cleared your throat and shook your head, “Still waiting but I will have just a glass of water for now thank you.” You said and the waiter left.

This happened four more times over the next hour and at this point you were certain Tom wasn’t going to show up. You felt the pity looks of everyone that hadn’t left yet were giving you and you felt tears forming but you didn’t want to look like an idiot so you texted him. Hey, where are you? You sent and not even five seconds later you get a reply, Sorry hun, your man isn’t going to make it tonight, but he is defiantly coming ;) the reply made you feel sick to your stomach and all you wanted to do was go home and cry at this point. You knew tears were forming at this point so you just got up to leave.

Bucky’s POV

He liked going out alone, it gave him a lot of time to think. That being said he had never come to anywhere this fancy. Bucky splashed out in suit and tie along with a three course meal menu just because he didn’t want another day of Tony’s cooking, so he lied and said he had a date. He had finished his desert and was waiting for his bill when a woman caught his eye. She was stunning in a bodying hugging, off the shoulder, black dress that fit in all the right places and flawless curled hair. He mentally hit himself for thinking this, she probably has a boyfriend and he hasn’t even seen her face. That was until she turned to look around the room after looking at her phone. Her eyes were red from tears that were threatening to fall and he could tell she had been stood up. Poor girl he thought. He noticed she was about to get up and his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. “Hey Babe, so sorry I’m late, there was a security breach at work, nothing major but you know how Tony gets.” He said pulling you into a small kiss on the cheek before guiding you back to your chair.

Your POV

After you were swept back into your chair you finally had a chance to register who it was. “Um excuse me what are you doing. Aren’t you…. Wait a minute your Bucky Barnes.” You were in complete shock at this point not only had a man just basically saved you from embarrassment but that man was only one of the god dam avengers. “I’m so sorry if this is inappropriate of me, if you want we can walk out of here and go our separate ways but I couldn’t just sit over there and watch such a beautiful woman cry over a man who probably doesn’t deserve the time of day.” He said looking down at his lap. “I’m up for getting out of here but you’re coming with me wherever I’m going.” You said with a laugh. You got up from your chair and grabbed Bucky’s hand not realising it was his metal one and he just looked into your eyes. The stare was intense and didn’t last as long as you would have hoped but he took your hand and walked you out of the restaurant.

“Which way… um.” He stopped for a moment, “Oh Y/N.” You said after you realise what he meant. “Alright the beautiful girl has an equally beautiful name.” He said and you felt the blush forming across your cheeks and you would probably later blame it on the cold air. “So as I was saying, which was my lady?” He asked linking your arm in his own like a gentleman in old movies. “I hear central park is rather nice at this time of year.” You say in posh voice, “Then to central park we go.” He said in a crappy British accent. You laughed a real laughed for the first time in what felt like forever. “So Bucky tell me, what is a saver of the earth doing at a four start restaurant all alone. Don’t tell me super soldiers get stood up as well?” You said as you strolled down the sidewalk, “No, I told Tony I had a date so I wouldn’t have to eat his cooking. It’s that bad.” He said and you almost choked on air. “That’s amazing, so you are telling me, Iron man can’t cook?” You said through laughter, “If cooking would save his life he would be dead and so would who ever had to taste it.” He said and you had to stop walking just to catch your breath.

Once you reached central park you found a bench just out of sight from everyone else and it felt amazing. “This is probably ten times better than any date I will ever get. Thank you Bucky.” You said looking into his ocean blue eyes once again and felt like you swimming. “What for, all I did was practically push myself into you and then took you to a park.” He said laughing while he brushed his spare hand through his hair. “Are you kidding me? You save me from embarrassment and what would have been a shitty date any way. Come to think about, I don’t think I paid for my drink.” You said turning your head back in the direction of the restaurant, “Don’t worry, I don’t think I paid for my entire meal. I’ll go back tomorrow and pay for both of them.” He said and you shook your head. “I can’t let you do that, I ruined your fake date the least I can do is pay for my own drink.” You said pushing the hand that was reaching for his wallet. “Well you defiantly didn’t ruin my fake date.” He said and with that the rain began to fall.

It was quiet heavy and you let out a squeal as the cold water hit your head. “Oh no my hair is going to crazy if it dries like this.” You said laughing but Bucky just stood up like heaven wasn’t pouring its entire water supply down to earth. “Dance with me.” He said holding out a hand to you. “Are you crazy, there isn’t even any music?” You said but he just shrugged and grabbed your hand anyway. “Then you will have to sing for me.” He said spinning you around before dipping you gracefully backwards, your hair just above the ground. “I don’t sing, and I don’t know how to dance.” You lie but you didn’t need to put on a performance, “Is that why you are perfectly in time with my steps.” He said with a smirk. You never knew a man could render you so speechless in your life. “Alright, I did a few plays back in my childhood.” You joke and he lifts an eyebrow, “Oh really, quiet the performer then?” He asked before spinning you out again only to pull you back into his chest and drop his arms to your waist. At the same time you brought your hands to wrap around the back of his neck.  Your brain was yelling at you to kiss him but you blocked it out just to enjoy this moment a little longer before you ruined it.

“I bet you would make a great Glinda.” He joked, “Are you calling me a witch Mr Barnes?” He just laughed and your head was spinning at how perfect it all was. “I’m just saying you’ve probably got the vocals for it.” He said and you could have sworn his eyes shifted towards your lips and back. “Ah but you’ve never heard me sing.” You whispered because of how close his face was to yours now. “I don’t need to; you’re already perfect to me.” He whispered back before connecting his lips to yours. It was slow and passionate and it made you forget everything that had happened before Bucky literally walked in on your night. You didn’t want that moment to end but you had to breathe at some point. You let in a shaky breath before breathing out again. “Wow.” Was all you could say and it felt so cliché that you laughed again, “Jesus was it that bad?” Bucky joked and you just shook your head and pulled him into another kiss. It felt like something out of a cheesy high school movie, but you loved every second of it.

Your mind suddenly did a double take as you remembered about Tom, “Oh my god what am I going to tell my boyfriend?” You thought aloud and Bucky lifted an eyebrow, “Do you always think of your shitty boyfriend when you kiss other men?” You both just laughed. “No but I was just think about the whole of tonight, just had to make sure this is real.” You say still completely star struck by everything. “This is a real as you want it to be. I can’t expect you to love me, but let me take you out on another date and I promise I’ll show up.” He said and you nodded, “Give me day, time and your number and I’ll be there.” You say with a wink as you hand him your phone. Once his number was in your phone you went to walk away, “What you think I’m not going to walk you home doll?” He said grabbing your hand once again.

Once you made it back to your apartment you didn’t want to go in because it would mean the night would be over. “I had an amazing time tonight Bucky. I can’t even thank you enough.” You said as you stood in front your door, “Really it was my pleasure. I can’t wait to do this again, maybe with less shitty now probably ex boyfriends.” He said and you laughed, “Yeah hopefully.” You kissed him one last time before opening the door and saying good night. As you closed the door your face lit up like a little kid with their first crush. You slid your back down the door until you were just a blushing pile on the floor. You grabbed your phone and dialled your best friend, “Hello?” her voice came through, “What do you want it’s nearly midnight.” She asked and you just squealed, “You will never guess what just happened.”


@melconnor2007

So here’s a theory, Michelle’s confirmed that we’re going to see the results of a failed pact and I think I might know who it is.

Maggie.

Maggie’s pact is the one I can see failing without her knowledge. All it would take was the revelation that Ranunculae is dead.

You could make the argument that the only way Ava could fail her pact is if she dies before defeating Titan (which is damn near impossible) or somebody else beats him first (possible but unlikely). The only way Ava could fail is if there’s a time limit we’re not aware of (which is possible).

If Ranunculae turns out to be Dead All Along, Maggie and Tuls are FUCKED. 

Moreover, I think Tuls might already know it deep down. Like people keep comparing his drawings to stalker photos but the thing is, he doesn’t act like a stalker. Stalkers invade their victim’s privacy, lash out at people who get close to them, are completely deluded into thinking the object of their affection WANTS their attention. Tuls seems perfectly aware that Ranunculae probably doesn’t return his affections, and outright says that he’ll accept whatever answer she’ll give him. Stalkers, by definition, don’t respect what their victims have to say about it. That’s why they’re stalkers. 

I think the real reason why he’s obsessed with her…is because he’s in denial. I think Tuls saw her die just before he did and that fucked with him so much on top of dying soon after, that he’s rejected it all together. He doesn’t want to believe that she’s dead and his chance to confess is gone forever. Or hell, for an extra flavor of sadness, maybe he did confess to her a long ass time ago and she actually did return his affections. Maybe he’s suppressed the memories of their time together because he doesn’t want to accept that what they had is gone. 

Of course, I don’t think it’ll be permanent. Since the Hosts who’ve made a pact have their minds connected, I think it’s also possible for Ava to go into Maggie’s mind and save her and Tuls before it’s too late (most likely by changing their pact from ‘let me finally spit it out’ to ‘let me get revenge on the fucker who killed her.)

But that’s just my thoughts, I could totally be wrong considering we still have three more hosts and demons to meet. It’s just as possible that one of them will be the failed pact, or hell fail their pact before we have a chance to meet them and that’s how we’ll see the consequences. But I just wanted to throw it out there.

I have officially filled this sketchbook up with doodles ❤️ There are still rough sketches and ideas in here that I want to bring to life 😊


When I started doodling fan art in this one, I had no idea that the doodles would be seen and, if I might add, loved by so many people.

Drawing saved me (still does). When I’m happy, I draw. When I’m upset, I draw. Some days when I don’t feel like doing anything, I get up and draw and get on with life.

Forever grateful to the people in my life who don’t see this as a silly thing and encourage me to do what brings me joy. You know who you are. I love you ❤️

If You Love Me for Me - Bughead - Chapter 1

Dulcenia, otherwise known as the Cooper kingdom is unstable — it has been for years. Since the death of King Harold Cooper, his wife Alice and her daughter have been struggling to make ends meet for the kingdom. The royal family is left weak, and vulnerable. When a wealthy, growing family, the Blossoms, begin their fight for the throne, Princess Elizabeth is faced with a series of impossible decisions, and some newfound feelings for her tutor and best friend, Forsythe.

Warnings: warning for angst in the future, I suppose? nothing in this chapter. keep reading cut, sorry mobile users!
Pairings: Betty/Jughead (who goes by his birth name in this fic), some archieronnie in later chapters, although they aren’t the focus of the story in the slightest.

(A/N: I have big plans for this fic, so lemme know what you think? also, I suck at coming up with kingdom names. these two came out of a generator. also not historically accurate in the slightest.)

thank you @raptorlily, @animechibifangirl, @jennimisk @leaalda and @xobughead for helping me out in your own special ways when it came to writing this, and @jandjsalmon for pushing for this concept so hard. it’s a great one. and thank you, @ogcannie for giving me the idea for this particular plot in the first place ;)


The view from the castle was remarkable. Not only could Elizabeth see beyond the castle walls, but also past the village, and off into the chain of mountains, hiding a long winding trail to a fellow Kingdom. The air had begun to take on a characteristic cold, typical of their land in the later months. She sighed, cold breath swirling around her until it dissipated into nothing. She longed to journey far beyond the castle grounds, to experience the world outside of gloves and gowns, formal dinners and polite smiles. She sat on the small bench that rested on her balcony, looking aimlessly into the distance.

A boy her age emerged from behind her. He had soft black hair and beautiful blue eyes. His pale skin was clear, save for a smattering of beauty marks on his cheek, and his hair was cut sloppily, a few strands obscuring his eyes from sight. He sat next to her, resting his arm on her shoulder. She relaxed at his touch, turning to face him.

“What is it, Elizabeth?” He asked. She sighed.

“I’m not sure, Forsythe, Mother’s always worried about the Blossoms, you know? And she’s still talking about marrying me off, for money to wage war,” Elizabeth sighed, and Forsythe gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Does she seem serious this time?”

She nodded, as he held her just a little tighter.

Forsythe was Elizabeth’s tutor. At least, that was his formal title. However, half the time he was unneeded as a tutor but very much appreciated as one of her only friends. The castle staff was often twice her age, and stern with what she was permitted to eat and what she could do, hardly allowing her to step out to the castle gardens without an attendant trailing behind. Once, her lady-in-waiting, Adela had lambasted her for eating two chocolate truffles at a dinner full of delegates, and that’s when Elizabeth decided she hated her.

Forsythe’s mother had left the kingdom ages ago, leaving him and his sister under the care of his father Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Second. They had a quiet life in the village, until FP, a knight, died in the line of work protecting Queen Alice herself. Indebted to his family, Forsythe had been living in of the royal palace with his younger sister Forsythia with Queen Alice’s blessing. They weren’t treated like royalty, but he was fed and permitted a place to sleep, and given access to the humongous library wasn’t bad either.

He made his money tutoring Elizabeth, although she didn’t need it. Elizabeth was a student of science and history and she often played the part of the tutor rather than the other way around. However, he so treasured their friendship, even if he was bitter at that being it.

He had been in love with Elizabeth for the longest of times, every one of her “friendly” touches setting his skin on fire with warmth and need. He wanted her, so so badly. She had even wormed her way into his dreams, conjuring up sinful images in his sleep that filled him with shame. The stationery that sat in his room was full of long writings with the princess as subject, perhaps his biggest source of guilt.

The strangest thing he noted, perhaps, was that he didn’t just want to be with her in a sexual sense. He wanted to take care of her. Wanted to see her wear a dress that didn’t have a corset laced into it, let her hair down when she so pleased, and eat as many chocolate truffles as she’d like. He didn’t want to make a beautiful poster-wife out of her as everyone around her expected. He wanted to run far far away from the kingdom, where no one knew their titles and they could be together with honesty, no pretenses.

But only a fool would fall in love with Elizabeth if they weren’t a king or, at the very least, a nobleman. Queen Alice was aggressive in her shooting down of countless potential suitors. It was an honor just to have their hearts broken by her.

And if only a fool could fall for the princess, Forsythe was the biggest fool of them all.

Her head rested on his shoulder as the sun began its descent. He noticed she began to shake gently, her breathing characteristic of a person crying.

“Hey, Elizabeth, look at me. I don’t give a damn if you get married. You’d still be my best friend in the whole world.”

“Thank you, I guess I just don’t want to get married. Mother says I should marry the king of Crealia, Archibald. Apparently, he is young and seeking a wife.”

Forsythe nodded sympathetically, trying to conceal his own bitterness. It made his blood boil just to imagine another person touching her, in any sense.

Elizabeth’s mother Alice had been viewed as an unfit queen since her husband died. The Blossoms, a wealthy family of aristocrats from a neighbouring kingdom were looking for a way to push Alice off her throne, or they’d start a war. News travelled fast, and their land simply couldn’t afford to go into a war, so Alice decided to have Elizabeth marry Archibald. He was a rich young king from a neighbouring land, who’s wealth could save their kingdom if they needed to fight.

“And besides, I already have someone I wish I could spend a happy forever with,” and that made him choke up. He knew it couldn’t be him, but he could dream, couldn’t he? Maybe, just maybe she felt the same way he did.

“I know it’s my duty to marry him, our people come first. But I really just want to make my mum happy.” She said, bottom lip wavering.
“I think you should do what makes you happy. I know it’s hard, but you deserve to life your life as you please.”

“I suppose. I’m to meet the King soon. What do you think he’ll be like?” She inquired, trying to make conversation with the one thing she’d been dreading.

“I’m sure he’ll be suitable,” Forsythe said, gritting his teeth.

Adela appeared at the door, clearing her throat rather loudly. “Forsythe? Princess Elizabeth is to rest now. You may go,” she said, her voice laced with unkindness. While Forsythe had been living in the castle for years now, he was still a poor in their eyes.

“Actually, Adela, I’d rather he stayed with me tonight.”

“Your Highness, he can not-”

“No. He’s permitted to stay. You can leave now.” Elizabeth said, turning to face the older woman in the doorway. She sputtered some nonsense about him being unfit and uncouth, then stormed out.

“She’s such a piece of work.” He said, rolling his eyes as he opened the door back to her bedroom for her. She curtsied jokingly, her pink satin dress flaring a bit.

“Isn’t she?” she laughed.

Later that night, Forsythe found himself sat upright in Elizabeth’s plush bed, stroking and petting her hair absentmindedly. She’d long been asleep, head in his lap, taking comfort in his presence at a time of loneliness. The last thing she wanted was to spend the night alone, especially with words like marriage, war, bankruptcy, and suitable whirling through her mind.

He kissed her forehead softly before slipping out of her bed, and pulling the covers over her thin form, wincing as she stirred in her sleep. She hadn’t seemed to wake, so he closed the door behind him as softly as he could.

In the hallway, he found himself in tears, not even bothering to look at the maid, (Ethel, was it?) who came around to sweep ornate fixings and paintings every night giving him a look of pity. Forsythe could barely think, with whisperings of war with the Blossoms, and the thought of Elizabeth being married off to someone else. The maid passed, did her cleaning, and disappeared around a corner.

Eventually, he returned to his own room a few hallways away, noticing his sister fast asleep in her bed, he lit a candle and sat at his desk writing furiously until he fell asleep, dreaming of a certain princess who was not only two hallways but a whole world away from him.


SO, THERE’S THE FIRST CHAPTER!
this is going to be a lot darker, and a lot more interesting soon. I swear. right now there’s your groundwork for this fic and the foundation for their relationship, the calm before the storm if you will.

please, please let me know your thoughts on this fic, I worked really hard on it. reblogs are always hella appreciated. thank you for reading!
I’ll have this on ao3 once I get my email invite!

Dear Followers... rant.

Earlier this week, a lot of my stuff had gone missing from A03. Tumblr had saved my work, but there were stories I didn’t add to Tumblr and they seemed to be lost forever.  I’ve had a bit of a panic attack, trying to get together old scraps of drafts and begging admins for help. I at last got an answer from an admin and I need to address something important.

IF YOU EVER- EVER! have a problem with something I write, whether that be tagging it wrong or something offends you then MESSAGE ME.  

PERSONALLY or on ANON tell me you dont feel okay with this content. Okay? Then I can know it is triggering and provide the necessary tags and warnings to not offend you and you can block that content from being shown. I take my work seriously and I mark everything Nsfw 18+ even if a story has no sexy times, I mark it because of violence!

HOW DARE YOU- report this directly to an admin. By doing so you are ignoring me! You are essentially saying, ‘hey admin, this person is causing trouble and will not stop even though I’ve asked them. They are a problem to the community and they need the highest authority possible to stop them.’  

Now listen, I think admins are great! They’ve helped me so much, but because someone has reported my work EVERYTHING HAD BEEN DELETED BY ADMINS.  

Fortunately I was able to get a reply, copies of my stories, and a reason why this stuff was ‘inappropriate’ so let me start by saying … what the hell.

ONE: Wrong tags.

okay, this one I understand. story did not have appropriate tags. That may upset someone, but you could have messaged me on or off anon and ask for me to change a tag that offended you.

(I remember in Eye of the Beerholder, someone asked me to label tags as misgendering just because Stretch called Red  ‘mam’.  This was funny to me in the story, but I understood this was a problem for people. I took the comment to heart and added it to the tag list. I made adjustments when I wrote and even apologized in comments. I later changed the story so that this wouldn’t be true and in doing so- I pretty much wrecked the story because its headed for a different direction than originally plotted.   But whatever- I listened to your pleas for change and I did it! That counts for something right?! I dont ignore your comments they mean alot to me! I will work with you to solve a problem!)

TWO: Selling merchandise.

… ? What even… ( Unless someone just seriously wanted to get me banned and was constantly writing complaint after complaint to get an excuse to fuck me over… I would think you meant my links?)

Do you mean coffee? The only links I had on A03 was a link to my Tumblr and a link to kofi for donations and commissions.  I don’t sell merchandise. I’m not in any shape or form using A03 for advertising.

I am not even making money off that one link on A03. I am not hurting A03′s business with $0.00 in my account.  A03 even clearly states in its user agreement that “ Linking to a personal website or blog/social network where you are taking donations, posting commissions or mentioning published works is permitted.”   so… I’m sorry for interrupting the first sentences of notes with links but I’m not even pushy about it.  

There are people who rub it in your face and go out of their way to say- “ Sure I’ll write  xyz…if you commission me!” and they have every right to do that. It is your option whether or not you want to support an artist but hell, you didn’t have to report me for linking to it.  

I know I’m not an ‘artist.’ There are people whose work is gorgeous and they deserve to be paid for their work. I’m just an amateur who writes sometimes. I have no schedule, I take breaks a lot. My work is far from edited and riddled with inconsistencies but its mine! I pour time and love into my writing and then in an instant it was erased.

…Everything is okay now. I guess it was just 2-3 days of panic  and I shouldn’t be angry anymore but this feels like a personal attack. It’s the worst one, where you have no idea what happened… or if it was even someone else. I started to doubt everything. I thought I had been hacked, thought that somehow I had deleted my own stories…  

It would be like if I went to your house and stole your pillow. Sure… its just a pillow, you can grab another one. But its your pillow. You search around your house for it. ‘Maybe its been washed, maybe I moved it..’ You start to think family or friends are playing a prank on you… it riles out insane levels of paranoia and fear from you. You start hiding your other shit, hoping they wont take the blanket or the teddy bear next time.

… I don’t even know what I’m saying.

Point is.

… in the future. Please message me privately if something offends you. I can add tags. I can remove links. Those are simple fixes. And I apologize for ranting so long.