i lied this is really the last one

Harry Styles, who plays another young private in the film, says that he took strength from observing Nolan lead by example. 'The biggest thing I learned from making this movie is that Chris doesn’t sit down. Any time there was a break it was because he knew everyone else needed one. He would always be the first person on set and the last to leave. He’s not sat in some warm tent watching everything on a monitor, he’s really out there doing it, mucking in with everyone.‘
—  Little White Lies: The Dunkirk Issue
7:32 PM - Peter Parker

request -  queen. I love your writing. If you’re willing to do another peter Parker smut bc im full of sin and ur last one was so damn good, can u do one where u guys are friends and peter asks if he can eat u out “for practice” or something and he’s rly awkward about it ? if u don’t wanna do that or if u wanna change it in anyway that’s totally cool. thanks for sharing your word with the world, it’s amazing!!!

a/n - had to get around to writing my second smut fic on this blog and i hope it isn’t a flop like me!!! this is NOT a continuation of 11:57 PM, i just thought it was cool to name the smut fics a time bc i think it makes it mysterious?? idk im dumb LMAO but don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like and follow!

7:32 PM. The time where I was supposed to be studying for my upcoming exam in Chemistry, but instead I’m over at Peter’s apartment doing the complete opposite. From being teenagers, it automatically causes us to always want to touch the other, and that’s the case just about now.

Our textbooks laid on his desk as we were sitting on his bed, myself straddling his lap as he held me close to his body. Our lips were happily engaged, coming together countless times as some music played lowly in the background. May had just left to grab dinner, explaining why Peter took such advantage of the situation.

Peter’s lips left mine as they came for my neck, kissing my sweet spot tenderly. He had only waiter a couple of seconds before gliding his tongue over it, making my spine shiver rather than his. One thing that I noticed lately is that Peter is taking more control, even though his nervousness was still as clear as day.

“Peter..” I rasped, holding the back of his head. “Don’t stop.”

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#scorbus #soulmates #angst

Prompts: @lostandmessedup
Author: @queenofthyme

“Our sons are dating.”

Hearing Draco’s whispered voice in his ear brings Harry back to an earlier time. It’s both vivid and distant all at once. Harry allows the memory to fade as quickly as it comes to him - clinging onto to such things never helped in the past.

“You sound surprised,” Harry replies, not bothering to whisper back. Albus and Scorpius are too far away to hear them, already making their way onto the Hogwarts Express, holding hands as they had been all Summer.

“You don’t think they’re soulmates, do you?”

Harry’s jaw tightens at the word. Draco makes it sound like a bad thing. A terrible burden. “So what if they are?”

“I suppose it doesn’t matter to someone who doesn’t believe.”

A short humourless laugh escapes from Harry’s mouth. Draco was always good at picking fights where there was none. “I believe.”

“Ah,” Draco draws out the word. “I just wasn’t good enough, was I?” He asks, his cold humour cutting as always. “Thought you could pick again?”

Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes. He is determined to be a mature adult even if Draco isn’t. “Malfoy, don’t be dramatic.”

“I see, was I too dramatic? Did you prefer someone who wouldn’t steal your spotlight? Who would stand behind you like an obedient little house-elf?”

“Clearly not, otherwise I wouldn’t have married Ginny,” Harry bites back. Ginny. Holyhead Harpies Team Captain. World Renowned Quidditch Player. Earns more than Harry’s fortune in a single year. More raw magical power in her pinky finger than most wizards have in their entire body. Obedient house-elf? Not so much. If she were here, she would have decked Draco for suggesting it.

“Why did you marry her?” Draco’s voice has lost some of its edge now, the hurt clear behind his words.

“Why didn’t I just wait around for you, you mean?” Harry counters, bitterness leaking into his tone. He’s mad and he wants Draco to know it. It’s not fair for Draco to play the scorned lover. Not when the part is rightfully Harry’s. “Why didn’t I follow you halfway across the world, or wherever the hell you went, like an obedient little house-elf, you mean?”

“All you had to do was - “

“You left.” Harry interrupts. “You. So don’t you dare turn this around on me.”

Harry knows his face must be red with his anger. He can’t remember the last time he’d been so worked up like this. Not since Draco left. Draco Malfoy always had a way of drawing the uglier emotions out of him.

When too much silence has passed, Harry finally looks over to Draco and stares into the eyes of his soulmate.

“I had to,” Draco whispers. It’s not much of an excuse and Harry doesn’t know why he expected anything more.

He turns back to the train, watching the last trickles of students hurry in. “Well, I had to move on.”

Harry hears Draco clear his throat beside him. “I saw your divorce in The Daily Prophet. Did the Weas - did she find her soulmate?”

“She doesn’t have one,” Harry says stiffly. He’d sometimes been jealous of that. Not having a soulmate might have been easier. Anything would have been easier than having Draco Malfoy as his. “We both wanted children.” He adds by way of explanation. That had been the whole basis of their marriage. Harry had lied to Draco of course. He’d never really moved on.

“Do you think…” Draco trails off.

Harry looks up. “What?”

Draco shakes his head, eyes straight ahead. “Never mind.”

What, Malfoy?”

“You used to call me Draco.”

Harry shrugs as casually as he can manage. “That was years ago,” he says. What he doesn’t want to say is how much it hurts to say that name. How it brings back memories of everything he had and lost. How it means so much more to him than just a name.

“Do you think that maybe we just had the timing wrong?” Draco finally continues his earlier thought, still not looking at Harry. “That we weren’t supposed to be together until…until now.”

Harry feels his breath leave him. “Now?” He chokes out.

Draco nods, his gaze fixed on the train. “If soulmates are real, so is destiny, or fate, or whatever you want to call it. I know I was meant to have Scorpius. He’s changed me, Harry, he really has. I’m a different person.” He turns to Harry as the train horn sounds. “I think now I could be who you wanted me to be. Who I want to be.”

Harry stares back at Draco while the sound of the train’s departure roars in their ears. As the train exits the station, the sound fades to a whisper and then to a silence between them. Finally, after years, there’s nothing in their way.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Draco.”

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Knuckles: Boxer!Ashton (Part 3)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight  | Part Nine

[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

- Knuckles Playlist


Pulling up.

Coming down x

You take a final look in the vanity mirror, adjusting bits of your done-up hair to reach a balanced mixture of messy yet elegant. There’s a certain strand that’s been having a time taunting you all day, springing from it’s bobbypin every chance it gets, and you decide to just gift it the freedom it’s worked so hard for, removing the clip at the last second and dropping it on the dresser. Black tie events are far from your forté, but you’re trying your best to play the part for Ashton. The last time you wore a dress this long or heels this high had to be your senior prom, and the jitters in your stomach make you feel like you’re getting ready for it all over again: nervous to see your date, paranoid about something going wrong, trying too hard to impress people you don’t know. At least this time you can look forward to alcohol being there.

You grab your phone and a clutch full of necessities before heading out the door, slowly making your way down the steps as you’re reminded how difficult it is to walk in heels. Whose bright idea was it to invent these things? They’ll be kicked off by the end of the night, no doubt. Your feet are already starting to hate you.

At the edge of the sidewalk a tall figure awaits your descent. He’s sporting a classic black and white tuxedo perfectly tailored to accentuate his striking physique, a thin tie hung from the collar rather than a bow. It’s quite a contrast to the athletic shorts and t-shirts you’re used to seeing him in, but you definitely aren’t complaining. The mop of brown curls that usually fall over his eyes have been trimmed and styled for the occasion, and the two week old beard he claimed he was too lazy to shave has disappeared from his chiseled face, cleaning him up significantly. Ashton has always been more of the ruggedly handsome type to you; the kind of person who looks his best straight after rolling out of bed in the morning. However this new side of him, one so sharp and expensive, inflicts serious damage to your will power, and it takes every ounce of your conscious control to not just blow off the event and drag him straight back up to your apartment.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know why Taehyung has been in a sorta down mood recently

so i’ve already talked about his saturn in the 1st transit and such (here and here), but after seeing him in the halloween dance practice video, more armys (myself included) have grown concerned. he just looked so off, and it’s been like this for quite a while :(

i decided to dive into his progressed chart to further understand his shift in behavior, and i’ve found some things that are very telling:

basically progression charts are another method of predictive astrology, kind of the same evaluation as transits but very different. it provides a glimpse into the past and future. the progressed moon is the main object astrologists study bc it is the fastest moving planet. it moves from one sign to another approximately every 2.5 years, which sounds short but it’s actually a long period of one’s life especially during youth 

every time the progressed moon moves into a new sign or house it signifies change. very significant events usually happen around the time of this transition. they can be positive like starting a new relationship, moving, getting a new job. they can also be negative like divorce, death, losing friendships. the chart usually cannot tell you the exact event, but it gives you an inkling 

the moon reflects our growth, the needs that drive us to react the way we do, our outlook on life. whatever sign it falls in can almost act like a new sun sign. for ex. although you may be a taurus sun, a progressed moon in sagittarius can make u adopt sagittarius traits and behavior. you may feel more liberated and free than you do with ur normally fixed and predictable behavior. 

now let’s look at his signs. i think a progressed moon transition from capricorn to aquarius is one of the most drastic, because the two signs are so different. capricorn is all about tradition and structure, while aquarius represents everything that rebels against tradition. i believe this could be part of why he seems like a completely different person than who he was last year. a progressed moon in aquarius brings a spotlight on individuality and who you truly are. 

he’s different from he used to be, and may be misunderstood by others a lot during this time period. he may exhibit stronger aquarius traits than capricorn ones. he’s a bit aloof, unemotional, and individualistic. he’s figuring himself out, reinventing himself in many aspects. in addition, this moon is conjunct his natal uranus, intensifying these effects. it’s all about change, change, and more change.

house transitions are important as well. his moon remained in the 1st house however this is still a very significant placement. major change in his identity (1st house) and even challenges. questioning who he is, trying to find his place in the world. a new taehyung is emerging and developing for us all to see.

to get even more in depth, i did some backtracking and his progressed moon (which was in capricorn since 2015) transitioned into aquarius right at the beginning of september 2017. this is interesting because i feel that it coincides with when his behavior shifted (just before this era.) we can conclude that some major event happened in his life at during the period of september through early october, one that had a profound effect on him. 

perhaps it was the recent passing of one of his very close friends? such a tragic event can surely have a lasting effect on someone. and although the placements of generational planets like jupiter, saturn, pluto, etc. are not often looked at in progression charts because they move so slowly, i found it interesting that his progressed pluto lies in his 11th house. transits involving pluto (death) in the 11th house (friends) can often indicate the passing of a friend. my heart really goes out to tae and i hope the universe lightens up on him soon. luckily a progressed moon in aquarius puts a focus on groups and close friendships, i know bts will help him get through this.

this may sound like i’m reiterating previous posts on this topic, but i find it fascinating how a completely different chart type also explains his change. i hope it provided u guys with a little more insight on him and maybe even taught you something!

Fic: Cold Comfort (Velora, Vex, Percy)

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Major spoilers for Episode 115.

Two years after the battle with Vecna, Velora returns to Whitestone for several long-overdue conversations.

Cold Comfort

Velora stops at the shrine to the Raven Queen first, padding cautiously into the room, the stonework ice-cold beneath her bare feet, and says, softly, experimentally, “I hate you.”

The shrine is empty at this early-evening hour, and so her words echo louder and more certain than she means them to. She swallows shyness with the remembered taste of ashes on her tongue, pushes past the heavy stench of blood in her nose and mouth, and says it louder, her voice cracking on the shout. “I hate you!”

There are no ripples on the surface of the small pool of blood, no dramatic flurry of feathers or dark wings curling around her. It’s just a cold, stinky room.

She clears her throat, rubs her face to stop her lower lip quivering, and says, “Thank you,” before turning on her heel and starting the long, slow trudge up to the castle.

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Hesitation

I legit can’t write for anyone other than Peter now ahhh
Hope you guys don’t mind xx

Title: Hesitation
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: A slightly jealous conversation and close proximity leads to more between you and Peter
Word Count: 1,284
Warnings: None 
Tagged: @tmrhollandkay @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x

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           "Ok, here, listen to this one,“ you insisted, handing Peter the headphones once more.

           "Come on, Y/N,” he replies, rolling his eyes with a sheepish grin on his face.

           You were sitting in your bedroom, listening to some of music you had picked out for Peter. He wasn’t a music buff, but you demanded that he spend a few hours listening to the music you recommended, and he’d do anything to see a smile on your face.

           Thus, he accepts the headphones and looks at you as he listens intently. Peter pretends to understand the musicality of the song, but for the most part it’s just sound waves travelling through his head. But if this made you happy, he’d do it. Besides, it was a good excuse to spend time with you.

           "So?“ you asked as the song finished. "What’s your rating?”

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Things to remember:

It was not your fault.

Take your time, you can do it.

You did everything you could.

You’re allowed to look out for yourself.

Crying does not make you weak.

You look great in that.

It will not last forever, you can make it through.

You are allowed to change and evolve.

You are allowed to protect yourself.

You did not ask for it, you did not earn it or deserve it.

Sometimes your brain lies to you, please don’t listen.

You matter. You really, really matter.

There are brighter days ahead.

You are so brave.

Catch You

Thrice- Come All You Weary

Newt can’t help but worry when you experience a near death fall…


“I’m tellin’ you Y/N,” Gally scoffed. “You’re not gonna be able to make it up to the top of those vines.”

“How much do you wanna bet shuck face?” I glared. Gally was oil and I was water. No way in bloody hell were we gonna be friends.

“If you make it to the top, I have to build you a new bed.”

Ooh’s and ah’s spread like wildfire through the crowd surrounding us, Minho grinning in particular. He was the only one who actually enjoyed when Gally and I bickered, thanking us for giving him a free show.

“But if you lose,” Gally smirked. “We have to play 7 minutes in heaven together.”

“You’re on,” I huffed confidently. Knowing Gally, he’d probably be able to take advantage of me within 3 minutes.  

As I was about to follow him to the vines, Newt grabbed me by my arm and gave me a warning look.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked almost demandingly.

“Making Gally swallow his words?” I chuckled nervously, confused at why he was acting so weird. “I’m not gonna fall Newt. I’m okay.”

“Please don’t. I- I don’t want to see anyone get hurt.” Giving him a warm smile, I patted him on the back and walked to where the boys were.

When we took our starting positions in front of the wall, I noticed out of the corner of my that Thomas and Minho were holding Newt back by his arms, as he had a pained look on his face.

“Ready,” Frypan counted down. “Set. Go!”

Some of the boys were cheering for Gally while others were encouraging me to ignore them. Whatever right?

Just as I was about to reach the top, Gally decided to tear a vine that was coincidentally connected to the one I was climbing. The last thing I remember was a shooting pain in my ankle before I went out like a Christmas light.  

“Y/N!” Someone shouted. “Get her down from there!”

“Get Clint!” another yelled.

“Is she going to be okay?”

“She’ll be fine Newt. Just a broken ankle- all it is really.”

“You promise?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“When is she going to-”

“If you don’t calm down, I’m going to have to put you in bedrest for a week.”

Sighing in defeat, he sat down next to me, entwining his fingers through mine.

“Ugh…” I groaned. “What happened?”

“Gally pulled a vine and you dropped. Wouldn’t have made it if you hadn’t caught your ankle on one of ‘em.” Newt grimaced, remembering Y/N’ s distinct scream.

“Newt, are you okay?” I asked wearily, recognizing the angst in his voice.

“You think I’m bloody alright after the stunt Gally pulled? You’re moving into my hut starting next week. You’d think that after the trick he pulled a few weeks ago in the changing rooms he’d-”

“Newt!” I snapped. “What’s going on? Why are you so stressed out? I just fractured my ankle. It could’ve happened to anyone.”

Pausing from his pacing, he breathed out and sat next down next to me.

“The reason I didn’t want you to climb up the wall involved an- accident that happened a while back.”

Staring into his deep brown eyes, I widened at the realization of what he was talking about.

“Oh Newt…” I sighed, tears welling into my eyes.

Taking his hands into mine, I let him cry as well.

“Everyone knows why I have this bloody limp,” he muffled through his tears. “I was in a bad place, I didn’t have anyone, I was lonely- then you came along. My  sun. My lullaby. My light. My Y/N.”

Wiping the tears from his eyes, I held his face in my hands as our lips met in a desperate embrace.

“I thought I lost you…” he sobbed.

“Newt,” I said teary eyed while bringing him into a tight hug. “No matter where you are, what mood you’re in, or how far away we are from each other, I will always be with you. Sorry to spoil it, but you’re not getting rid of me. I’ll always be here to catch you if you fall.”

Grinning with that amazing smile, he climbed into the bed with me and began combing through my hair with his comforting hands.

“I love you…” he said while softly kissing the top of my head.

“I love you too Newt…” I smiled, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.


I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

So @packratofdenialism gave me this idea for a fanfic where Meredith lives and she and Yondu coparent Peter. This happens in my head because Yondu got suspicious when Ego told him to pick another kid up “in about a year” and investigated and decided to help Meredith out as a way of dealing with the guilt he feels since he’s come to the conclusion Ego’s done something awful to the other kids he’s brought him. Here’s a scene from before Yondu and Meredith go to the Collector for a potential fix as their last idea. They’re waiting in a bar for the Collector to send for them, and Meredith ends up making Yondu come clean as to what he thinks is really going on (he initially lied to get her and Peter to come with him by pretending Ego sent him).

—-

“If this doesn’t work though…you’ll still take Peter to his father, right?” Meredith asked.

Yondu went still.

“Yondu?” she asked. “You’ll promise me, won’t you? That you’ll take him home?”

“…Can’t promise you that, Meredith,” he said quietly.

“What?” she asked.

“I can’t,” he said stiffly. “Can’t promise you…because I won’t do it.”

“Why the hell not?” she demanded, leaping to her feet. Her world spun instantly and Yondu grabbed her before she hit the floor. “I thought you wanted to help us!”

“I am helping you!” Yondu said. “And I won’t be helping him if I take him there!”

“Why?” she yelled.

“Cause none of the others ever came back!” he snapped.

“…Others?” she asked as Yondu slowly sat her back down on the stool. “What others?”

“His other kids,” Yondu said. “I…I took Ego his other kids. No one ever saw them again.”

“He….had other kids…” Meredith said. She felt very cold all of the sudden as things started make some sort of terrible sense. Why Yondu was so cagey about why “Ego sent him” to pick her up and try to find her help. Why the Ravagers crew clearly hadn’t had a clue of where to start looking for how to deal with a tumor. The oddness of the tumor being so hard to operate on even for more advanced species…

“Yeah. I didn’t tell you cause you wouldn’t have let me help,” Yondu said. “But…you’re not special, Meredith. He’s done this before. It’s not that he couldn’t bear to watch you die. It’s that he told me to wait until you did die to get your boy and bring him to Ego.”

Meredith took a deep breath as she tried to understand what the hell she was being told. She’d known something was up with Yondu’s original story for a while now, but for it to be that…

“That’s what all the whispering was, then?” she asked. “All those times you stopped talking when Peter or I came over?”

“Some of the crew figured you weren’t really cargo. ‘S why I made you quartermaster. Shut up the whiners if you were puling your weight,” he said.

“And what happened if I was cured and demanded to go see Ego?” she asked.

“…Honestly I was going to let Horuz handle it. He likes being an ass so he could have broke it hard and not minded the fallout,” Yondu said. “I’ll admit, was not looking forward to Peter crying. Makes a chest twist up when he starts whimpering like that…”

“You think the tumor’s weird.”

She wasn’t entirely sure why she said it, why she remembered him saying that.

Yondu nodded slowly, “Yeah. We’ve been told that. Remember, you thought it was just, uh, intimate exposure to…”

“No. No you think…you think more,” she said. “You don’t think it was an accident, do you?”

Yondu cringed a bit under her gaze. She was right. He’d put a lot more thought into this than just a favor to a dying woman. He’d thought of the why as more than some accident. He just hadn’t said anything.

“…You think he did it on purpose,” Meredith said slowly.

“I don’t know what-”

“I didn’t say you knew, I said it’s what you think,” Meredith corrected, cutting Yondu off. “That’s what you think happened.”

Yondu sighed, “I know he knew about it. And I know he told me to get ready to pick Peter up when you died, which he had a pretty good timescale for, despite never seeing the boy alive meaning he’d bene gone for over six years. And I know every kid I ever brought him was never seen again and he didn’t seem to give a damn about any of their other parents.”

Meredith let that digest. It made terrible sense. Ma had been right all along. Just a fling for a guy using her who left her with a kid.

Oh god what was that thing he’d planted on earth? She’d have to send a call home over it, tell them to get…oh who did you even call to deal with that shit?

“How many did you bring him?” Meredith asked, trying to focus on the issue at hand, on verifying what Yond was saying now when he’d lied at the start.  

“’Bout a dozen,” Yondu said, staring at the bar top. “Wasn’t counting really; I was greedy and I admit it. They were his kids, he said pickup for pay so I picked up. Don’t know if he had anyone else doing it. Probably did. If I got suspicious enough to stop others probably did too and I was just the next he asked. Guy’s been around a long time.”

“And you never heard from them again?”

“Not even the ones I suggested should call if they needed anything,” Yondu said. “Last one…last one I was going to turn down. She was young. Younger than Quill.”

Meredith bristled at that. “Chronologically or developmentally?”

“Both,” Yondu said. “But the crew needed money and Ego could make gems so I caved. Not proud of it. Gave the kid a com, told her to call me if she got scared, or in a year if it went well. An anniversary call. Said I’d give a present if she did.”

“She never called.”

“Nope. Would have been three days before he called me about you,” Yondu said. “I don’t know what he’s doing to his kids, Meredith, but it ain’t good. I have my way? I never take that boy of yours near Ego.”

“So you know he’s collecting his children who are never heard from again…and you think he was going to kill me…why?” Meredith asked. “Why not just have you take Peter?”

“Maybe he figured, boy has your genes, he’ll make his way back to you before I get him to Ego,” Yondu said. “But he won’t do that if you’re not there.”

“Jackass,” Meredith muttered. “…Him, not you.”

“Nah, I’m a jackass. Took all those others to him, didn’t I?” Yondu asked.

“Wish you hadn’t?” Meredith asked.

Yondu “mm’d” in a manner she took to mean agreement.

“That’s why you helped, isn’t it?” she asked. “You felt guilty.”

“S’ not really guilt in your case,” Yondu said. “Didn’t have a thing to do with you or your boy.”

“But you had ‘a thing to do with’ around a dozen of Peter’s…siblings,” Meredith said. “With Ego’s other children. You wanted to keep Peter safe, didn’t you?”

Yondu huffed, “Maybe I just wanted to piss the jackass off by keeping Peter from him.”

“You didn’t need me alive for that,” Meredith said.

“…Was lousy. What he was trying to pull with you,” Yondu said. “Was crap.”

“Think he did that to any of the other…parents?” Meredith asked.

“Don’t know. He didn’t give me timescales for them,” Yondu said. “Just said to pick up one of his kids. Just did it. Never asked. I was a fool who never asked.”

“Yeah, well,” Meredith sighed. “I was a fool who fell for a spaceman. So we’re both fools.”

—-

That’s part of what’s written so far! Hope everyone likes it!

Maybe you weren’t the only one to hurt me. Maybe you were just the one who did it last, the one who was really fucking good at it, too. But every time I look at you I see their faces, their lies and the trauma that ensued.” She looked away from him now, out on the city skyline of the streetcorner they met on for the first time. He was looking at her in his “Fuck, Sunny” way, steely forest eyes and fists clenched in determination.
“How can you blame me for your own insecure instability? It’s not my fucking fault that they hurt you, Sanora.” She looked away from him now; she couldn’t control her tears, but she could control if he saw them.
“I know, Kaleb. Jesus, don’t you think I fucking know that? It’s not your fault they hurt me, but it is your fault that you did.
—  Long ass excerpt from a book that I might be trying to write?
Howl’s Moving Castle sentence starters

1. “Here’s another curse: may all your bacon burn.”

2. “Don’t be alarmed, but I’m being followed. Act normal.”

3. “Sorry. Looks like you’re involved.”

4. “I’ll be sure to draw them off, but wait a bit before you go outside.”

5. “I’m not asking what Father/Mother would have wanted, I want to know what you want.”

6. “It’s your life, _____. Do something for yourself for once, will you?”

7. “The best part of that spell is that you can’t tell anyone about it.”

8. “Don’t come in here! I’ve got a bad cold. I don’t want you to catch it.”

9. “You sound ghastly. Like some 90-year-old woman.”

10. “I’m sure you have some kind of spell on you, and I’ve had more than enough of witches and spells.“

11. “If you’d like to do me one more favor, you could run off and find me a place to stay.”

12. “You turnip-head, that’s ____’s castle! That is not what I meant when I asked for a place to stay!”

13. “Make up your mind, are you going to let me in or not?”

14. “I don’t envy you, Lady/Mister. That is one bad curse.”

15. “Listen, if you can find a way to break the spell that’s on me, then I’ll break the spell that’s on you.”

16. “Do you really think I’d let a witch in here?”

17. “Quit telling lies to our customers.”

18. “Leave it alone, ____. I’m getting angry.”

19. “This is a magic house, isn’t it?”

20. “I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon.”

21. “Wait a second, you’re all going to eat while I do all the work?!”

22. “I can’t remember the last time we had a real breakfast.”

23. “I’m sick of being treated like some timid little old lady!”

24. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t torment my friend.”

25. “If I die, ____ dies too, I hope you know.”

26. “I’m the worst kind of witch ever, the kind that cleans.”

27. “Thank you, ___. How did you get to be so kind?”

28. “S/he’s fine. S/he’s just throwing a tantrum.”

29. “You’re wearing that hat? After all the magic I used to make your dress pretty?”

30. “Why do I feel like this is not going to work?”

31. “If I didn’t have you to worry about, I would have clobbered her/him.”

32. “I don’t get it. Where does s/he get all that energy?”

33. “Knowing you would be there gave me the courage to show up.”

34. “I can give you five minutes of invisibility, so use it wisely.”

35. “You’re in love. Don’t try to deny it, you’ve been sighing all day.”    

36. “S/he keeps staring at me. It’s freaking me out.”

37. “It’s a present for you. Come see.”

38. “You like it? It’s my secret garden.”

39. “Don’t leave, ____. I love you. You have to stay.”

40. “S/he fed me something gross. I feel sick.”

41. “Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.” 

42. “Imagine what I could have done with your eyes, or your heart.” 

43. “I’ll be okay if you do it, I think.” 

44. “I know that spell. A kiss from your true love breaks it.” 

45. “I kind of missed you guys, and it looks like it’s going to rain.”  

Okay so I lied to you guys earlier when I said that Derpy was the last trotcon sticker, I’m sneaking this one in there too. Also, apologies for the absence this past week, I went back to the parent’s place for a while for fourth of july. (I wanted to draw a Sweetie firing off some rifle with a giant american flag behind her but ah well, maybe next year lol)

Anyways have some Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Glad I finally got around to drawing these two, I’ve always really liked them

That radio scene is a lot

That radio scene would be significant anyway but what really makes my hair stand on end is that not only is it decidedly shippy, but it is the last thing we see this season. The last scene/shot of the season works as a kind of launchpad for the season to come – setting up both the big bad and giving a general indication of our heroes’ character/relationship trajectiory.

The last scene of season we’re left with is Clarke, missing Bellamy, calling out into the void and hoping he’ll come back. It’s Clarke trying to reconnect with a Bellamy she no longer knows, tethering herself to his memory to keep herself sane. And Bellamy is the great unknown.  He’s unknown to her after 6 years, and perhaps to us too. We don’t know where he’s been or what he’s done, but she’s still there, irrevocably changed herself, and waiting in hope that he will return.

If that’s not shippy then I don’t know what is.

I probably need to calm down and manage my expectations but apparently learning from mistakes is a thing only other people do so let’s have a look at the final shots of the past seasons and see how they relate to the following season.

Season 3

The last scene of the season is Octavia killing Pike, and walking out the door. As she leaves, the camera pans to Bellamy and Clarke.  Clarke is angsting about Praimfaya but is watching Bellamy, her face filled with concern. But Bellamy is not looking at her, his eyes are following Octavia’s back as she marches out the room.

That for me, really sums up Bellarke in s4.  Clarke, watching Bellamy from a distance as she worries about his emotional state and tries to save the world.  And Bellamy, not really looking at Clarke at all, instead focussed entirely on Octavia and her breakdown, with Praimfaya a secondary concern.

I wish I had something to say about how Octavia killing Pike related to season 4 but I don’t and you can take from that what you will.

Season 2

The last scene in s2 is Jaha meeting ALIE, which is obviously a platform for s3. From Jaha’s POV, she’s scary but enticing, but the previous scene – in which Murphy watches one of Becca’s partners kill himself – shows us that she really is to be feared. The scene ends with Jaha staring wonderingly at the nuclear tech ALIE has pilfered as a show of power, while in the bunker we know Murphy is sitting witnessing the truth about her. And as promised, Jaha is the sincere purveyor of ALIE’s lies in s3, while Murphy the cynic is the unexpected sage.

It’s probably noteworthy that Bellamy and Clarke, the show’s backbone, were off-stage-right for these final scenes, considering what came to pass in s3a.  Both of them deferred to others in those early eps, and it took some time for their agency to return. ALIE was the big bad, and Jaha and Murphy the protagonists and antagonists respectively of that story before the others weaved into it.

And because I can’t resist talking about Bellarke and the s2/3 bridge: For those who need reminding the final Bellarke scene of s2 is basically a Raign-fuelled cryfest in which Clarke bids farewell to her friends, culminating in an emotional goodbye with Bellamy. After he pleads with her to stay, he pulls himself together, pushes down his feelings and lets her go, before turning his back on her to walk back inside. The scene ends with Clarke walking away with her back to him and Arkadia.

And s3 Bellarke launched like this: Clarke, back turned in her self-imposed isolation, trying to find peace away from her people and refusing to draw on Bellamy’s strength or her friends’ support, while Bellamy bottled up his angst and tried to pretend that everything was fine, absolutely fine.

Season 1

The last scene of season 1 was Clarke waking up in Mount Weather, uneasy at the cleanliness and the tech, before looking out of her window realising she’s trapped.  Then, she sees Monty across the hall, also trapped. And so it continued in season 2 – Mount Weather is the big bad, Clarke trapped, but separate from her friends, who are also trapped. Clarke trying to save herself and to rescue her friends. The sound editing on that scene is awesome, all we hear at the end is Clarke’s panicked breathing, letting us into her headspace and feel her fear. Season 2 was such a great Clarke POV season.

SEASON 4

Season 4 ends with Clarke putting down the radio to welcome the newcomers and wake up Madi, before having that hope replaced with fear.  The final shot is of Clarke sending Madi to safety and half crouching, ready to fight but unsure if she needs to. So if I were to wildly speculate, then the sequence of that s4 scene – hoping for Bellamy’s return, followed by fear for her and Madi’s safety, sets up the Eligius Corporation is the big bad obviously, but it also sets up the framework for this new Clarke and her new priorities. S5 Clarke has taken on board the lessons of her time before Praimfaya and she is now very much a head AND a heart person. What’s more, that heart is populated by someone new, someone who Clarke wants to protect. But it also establishes that Bellamy still lives in her heart.  Her friends still live in her heart. But Bellamy is…where?  With whom? Doing what?  Was she right to hope? Was it a fatal error to invest her faith and hope in someone she hasn’t seen for 6 years?  Could that come at the cost of the survival of the person right in front of her?

And just… radios are about connecting. It’s about Bellamy and Clarke, the backbone of the show, reconnecting, literally and figuratively, when the frame of reference for their relationship has changed.

Someone throw a bucket of water over me.

Aside: St Eligius btw, is the patron saint of metalworkers. And horses. Hmmm.

HEARTLESS [JAMES POTTER]

request: “hii! i really adored your sirius oneshot and i was wondering if you could write a james one with prompts 21, 33, 66 and 72. maybe like angst and fluff? if not, that’s ok. thank you! x” — by anon

a/n: first james potter imagine, yey!! hope you like this, anon 💝

21. “Scratch that, I’m just gonna be straightforward and tell you that I’m in love with you.”
33. “You’re lying. Again.”
66. “You’re heartless.”
72. “Smile and I’ll automatically translate it to I love you too.”

Masterlist + Request here!

     It didn’t take an absolute genius to know that James Potter was completely head over heels over Y/N Y/L/N. He practically worshiped the ground she was walking on, he tried so hard to be where she was, he wanted her attention so bad, and he seemed to think that she was the only girl that he’ll ever want and love.

      But like most cruel beings, Y/N didn’t care. She claimed that she didn’t need to be with someone just to know her worth — she just needed to study hard, do the right thing, and after she graduates from Hogwarts, everything will naturally flow out. And because of her way of thinking, she rarely got any friends nor admirers.

     Of course, except for Prongs.

     "If you don’t stop staring at her, she’ll melt.“ chuckled Sirius as he pretends to read a book for the sake of doing something in the library. "You know, I didn’t accompany you in this place just to watch you stare at Y/N. I thought you were finally gaining the balls to ask her out? Godric Gryffindor is going to be disappointed and rise from the dead when he hears that a student like you was sorted into his house.”

    James rolled his eyes. “Ha, think you’re so clever for that witty and funny comment, Padfoot?” he smiled sarcastically.

     Sirius whacked the book he was holding hardly on the back of James’ head. “Just go already!”

     "Alright, alright!“ said James, standing up and getting a hiss from Madam Pince because of the noise they were creating.

     He gulped and started to stride towards Y/N’s table, where she was scribbling on a piece of parchment, the expression shown on her features told him that she was already tired with what she was doing, a rather loud sign soon escaping her lips. James sat down on the chair opposing to her, making Y/N stop abruptly and glance up to see him.

     "Potter.” acknowledged Y/N with a glare.

      “Y/L/N.” copied James.

      She raised an eyebrow. “If you’ve come here to waste my time then I’m going to tell you right now that I do not appreciate it. So, can you just go along?” Y/N turned her attention back to her Potions essay.

      “Damn, you’re heartless.” whispered James to himself.

      “Pardon? Did you say something?” she suddenly snapped her stern eyes towards him, making him squirm on his chair.

      James coughed, “I said, you’re heartless.”

      Y/N didn’t say anything but she continued to stare him down, her lips twitching while she tapped her quill on the table. Clenching her teeth, she brought her eyes down to the essay once again and spoke, “Well, at least you got something right.”

      He opened his mouth immediately to answer. “I just called you heartless, and you’re okay with that?”

      “Bother someone else, Potter.” she sang, her hand producing elegant writing on the same parchment.

      “Okay, you know what?” said James, losing his temper as he slams his fist on the wooden table. “Scratch that, I’m just going to be straightforward and tell you that I’m in love with you.

      Madam Pince suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clearly annoyed and had lost her temper as well. “Mister Potter! Out! OUT!” she shouted, literally kicking him out of his chair.

      James unwillingly followed the woman’s orders, Sirius leaving the library as well.

      Meanwhile, Y/N didn’t seem to care about what he just said because when he sneaked a look at her before Sirius and him officially left, she was still concentrating hard on her assignment — as if someone didn’t just confess their love for her.


      For the past week, James had been trying to talk to her again. Sirius, Remus, and even Peter (who rarely disagreed with him), was telling him that he shouldn’t bother if it was pretty obvious that Y/N wasn’t interested nor wanted to do anything with him.

       Just in cue, Prongs stopped leaning on the wall once the students from the Arithmancy class began to get out of the classroom, Y/N was one of them and when James saw her, he immediately and quite literally, jumped in front of her to block the pathway. A few students giggled and snickered, knowing exactly what was his purpose on doing it.

      Y/N didn’t look pleased. In fact, she was surprised that she almost smacked her face on his chest if it weren’t for his firm hold on her wrist. James didn’t know if his eyes were deceiving him or not but upon making contact, he swore her face began to get pink.

      She abruptly pulled away. “What do you want this time?” snarled Y/N, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

      “You’re blushing.” smirked James.

      She widened her eyes. “Do you always just say things without really thinking about it? I’m not blushing.”

      James crossed his arms, stepping closer only for her to back away. “You’re lying. Again.

      “I’m not lying.” Y/N too crossed her arms. “And what do you mean by again? When have I ever lied to you?”

       His expression changed from cocky to serious in an instant. “When you agreed that you were heartless.”

      “You were the one who claimed I was heartless in the first place. You weren’t wrong.” Y/N’s lips twitched like last time, though she now averted her gaze to somewhere else so that their eyes wouldn’t meet.

      James sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “I only said that to get a reaction. In case you didn’t know, you wouldn’t really talk to me unless I annoy you or something.”

     "Well, that’s just stupid.“ claimed Y/N bitterly. "I suppose you told me you loved me for the sake of getting a reaction too then?”

      He was surprised by her statement. Prongs didn’t reckon that she had the chance to hear it because she never questioned it nor confronted him about him like any other girl would. He was also shocked by the fact that she managed to remember and even bring it up.

      “No,” said James immediately. “I-I meant what I said on that part.”

      Y/N flickered her eyes back to his. “No, you didn’t. You barely even know me much less be sure that you can feel such way.”

      Though her heart was already thumping very hard inside her rib cage.

      “Well, I guess I’m just an idiot, am I?” chuckled James without humor. “Maybe I exaggerated on that one but I’m certainly sure that I like you very much. Would you —” he stopped all of the sudden when he realized what he was doing.

      “Would I what?”

      He gulped. “Er — I was wondering if you know, for the next Hogsmeade visit, would you like to go with me?”

      James was sure that she was going to reject him so he didn’t even know why he got on with it. He mentally wanted to bang his head on the wall in case his assumption was right.

      “I’ll think about it.” answered Y/N after a good five seconds.

      His jaw dropped. “W-What? Is that a yes or a no?”

      “Neither. I need to look through my schedule first before agreeing.” she casually answered.

      “Just like that? Asking you was that easy?” he exclaimed.

      Y/N snorted. “Keep talking like that and my answer will turn to no.”

      “I’m just joking with you, jeez.” James said quickly. “Think about it, alright?”

      “I will.” She rolled her eyes. “Now, can I go?”

      Prongs got out of her way and did a mocking bow. Y/N completely ignoring his behavior, walking forward without turning back — that is until James got the courage to shout out the words he was so hesitant to say just a while ago.

      “I love you!”

      Y/N stopped walking momentarily, turning around to raise and eyebrow at him.

      “Smile and I’ll automatically translate it to I love you too.” yelled James while laughing, his eyes bright.

      “Keep wishing, Potter!” yelled Y/N in response.

      She then continued to do what she has been doing but unknown to James, a smile was slowly creeping on her features because of him.

anonymous asked:

Viktor is a barista at a coffee shop near where Yuuri works. Yuuri stops in each morning and they obviously notice each other -- there are jokes about spelling Yuuri's name wrong etc. But one morning Yuuri walks up to order and Viktor already knows his standard order and that makes Yuuri super anxious because he doesn't like people remembering him since it feels like a lot of attention so he stops going to the coffee shop in the morning... take it away :D

Yuri or Yuuri?

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“So the barista is…”

Attractive, Yuuri’s mind finishes automatically. The barista is off-putting in simultaneously the best and worst possible ways. He’s off-putting in the best way because he’s gorgeous, silver-haired and blue-eyed and everything that Yuuri’s wildest dreams couldn’t even come up with. But he’s also off-putting in the worst way because the barista’s aforementioned attractiveness makes Yuuri’s words come out in awkward, pieced-together chunks that make him appear to be an idiot.

“…nice,” Phichit finishes his phrase, smiling knowingly at Yuuri.

“He’s nice,” Yuuri agrees, dismissing the topic with a wave of his hand. He takes another sip of his drink.

Phichit takes the cup out of his hand, and Yuuri tries to grab it back, but his friend is squinting at the name written on it. Yuri. “He spells your name wrong.”

“Plenty of people do.”

“There’s no line right now. Why don’t I go correct him?”

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Kiss Me Instead. [m]

smut // Junmyeon thinks there are much better and worthwhile things to do that going to dinner.

Junmyeon is a charming man, and you are not a resilient woman.

“Let’s say here, mh?” His voice bounces against your neck, sending chills down your body.

“Why?” You ask boring your eyes into the mirror, his lips were marking their spot against your neck.

“Because we’d end up doing this anyway,” he said. “Let’s not wait”

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Unexpected (Part 5)

All of Yoongi’s efforts to swallow his emotions and deal with everything alone start to fall apart.

Warning: angst, smut, domination, submission, dirty talk, oral, fellatio, intercourse and lots of Yoongi being a general ass-hat.  Also, twice as long as the previous sections.
Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus) 


“Get up already!” Jin shook Yoongi, trying to wake him. “You’ve already slept through breakfast and we need to get going to the studio.  It’s dance practice time.  You’re holding everyone up!”

Yoongi groaned as he labored to get himself out of bed.  He held his head in an attempt to keep his brain from busting through his skull.  He couldn’t remember a time when he was more hungover than right now.  The thought of spending a full day in the studio learning new choreography filled Yoongi with dread.  He was sure this day would not end well.

Jin looked at Yoongi disapprovingly.  “I don’t know what you were thinking getting so drunk last night.  Just hurry up!  Also, take a shower, you smell like shit.”

Yoongi took a quick shower, got dressed and staggered into the van with the rest of the guys to go to the studio.  Yoongi closed his eyes and leaned against the door, he could feel water dripping down his face from his still wet hair but didn’t have the energy to wipe it away.  Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung were sitting in the back seat of the van talking about some movie they watched on tv last night and were quoting lines and laughing about funny scenes.  Hearing them enjoy themselves annoyed Yoongi to no end; he quietly wished that the van door would open up so he could fall into the street to be run over by a passing car.  He was pretty sure death would be more pleasurable than dance practice with these idiots.

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