i may or may not have cried here

Sit down lads and listen to my tired fueled rant on why Steven Yeun is a pure man and loves Keith!

So, its been bugging me for a while (especially with the new season just being released) about the fact that almost all the voice actors promote the show and how much slack my boi Steven gets! We all know how much Jeremy Shada, Bex T-K, Josh Keaton, Hell, even AJ whos new to the team go full out and are full of thoughts and words to say about Voltron and their charterers, SO, I am here today, ignoring every piece of homework i have due four weeks ago to tell y’all why none of the slack he gets is deserved!

Way back when in may of this year, a local (ish) convention guested Steven Yeun as a guest, and even though I may be a Lance stan before a human being, I cried cuz I loved this boi since the walking dead. 

I had saved all my $$ just to get this boi’s autograph (on top of picking one up for my friends sister) and waited in his line for almost 2 hours just so i could be first.  And as I sat in line, i noticed that the growing amount of walking dead fans where starting to get extremely high (i don’t think a single person in that line even KNEW what Voltron even was!).

So, b/c i am smart and don’t want to make a rash choice, i sneak a pick at the photos he has lined up before hand to see if they had any rad Voltron for him to sign. and OF COURSE there is no Voltron or Keith anywhere on that table.  But Worry not fellow nerds!  I did the smart thing and printed off a picture of Keith at home!  But my printer is shitty and the quality wasn’t the best

So after almost two hours and him being 20 minutes late ( i could never hate, my boi was on his lunch break) the line starts movin.  So here i am, about to meet Steven FREAKING Yeun, dressed as Kim Possible (not relevant but anyways) and I have practiced over and over what im gonna say to this man.  

“Talk about the Walking Dead, you can do it, tell him you love the walking dead”

So i get up and pay for my autograph, and they let me have two photos and his manager, when he gets to me, tells him that he can only sign one.

NOw, before I got on, my boi looked tired.  Like HELLA TIRED.  idk what he be doing, but he was doing his best to fake a smile and get through another line.

And when i get up in front of him, I FROZE!  like, BItcH, What you DOIN?!?!?  anyways, i shake his hand and all i manage to say is 

“I loved you in Voltron!”

And the look on his face gave me ten years of my life back!  This boi (whose entire autograph photo selection is just walking dead and head shots) hears Voltron, and i saw a smile that was genuine rush over him.  And the MOMENT i notice this, I just go back to talking about Voltron with him

Anyways, he signs my friends photo (which was hella aesthetic) and he looks over at my two and i explain to him the deal 

“So, heres the thing: i only have enough money for one autograph and you are my favorite character in the walking dead (bitch was already dead at this point too) but I got really sad when there was no Keith photos. SO i printed this out at home and I want you to decide.”

he looks at the two photos and tells me

“heres what we’re gonna do.”

and he reaches for the Keith picture and he starts to sign it.  I’m already close to tears at this point, and he is just signing away.  And then he glances over at his manager and quickly signs the other one, pushing both towards me before she had time to react and pull the other one away.

ANd at this point i am IN TEARS.  Crying in the con, god bless this random lady who gave me a tissue or my makeup would have been a mess.  

My friend and I sit down and we look at the pictures and he FUCKING SIGNED THE KEITH PHOTO FROM KEITH!!!!  I might be a Lance stan, but jesus fuck do I love Steven Yeun and everything he is!!

And this boi loves Keith! all the stories I heard from others who met him said that when they mentioned Voltron he would become ten times more happy.  Steven is a gift and I want nothing but happiness for that man.

Oh, and also…

Stevn Yeun loves Keith, he cares for Voltron, and I will NOT tolerate hate towards him any longer!

I rest my case

anonymous asked:

Do we know how the ancient Celts felt about mental illnesses? I'm mentally ill, but I recently read something that made me feel very unwanted in the Pagan Path I follow.... I may or may not have cried a little bit....

Hi there, sweet soul. I haven’t been able to find any records regarding Celts and their view on illness - perhaps other followers can chime in with more info?

On the other hand, it really doesn’t matter what other people (regardless of their beliefs) think or what the ancient Celts might’ve thought. You’re alive here and now, and if you feel happy following a particular path, then nothing else matters. Adversity you will find everywhere, so don’t let other people’s opinions/beliefs make you feel unwanted or inferior, for any reason.

Mental illness is a very delicate subject and takes a lot of courage to handle, so I wish you a lot of strength and all the best, anon.

anonymous asked:

whats your favorite lapidot moment?

…Aw man, just one?!

Ok, I actually do know what my number 1 is, but there are some “honourary mentions” as well that it seems wrong not to mention.  So, I’m gonna cheat slightly and do a top 5 ;p  (I mean, I could even have done a top 10 with how much material there is to choose from lol)

#5:

Originally posted by okaycasey

The arm grab in Back To The Moon.

Protective Peridot is just so precious.  I love the fact that she was so defensive/protective of Lapis in this scene - putting Lapis’ comfort above all else.

#4:

Originally posted by giffing-su

Peridot’s outrageous flirting and gift-giving in Barn Mates.

She wasn’t even subtle, was she?!

Seeing her very clear attraction to Lapis here let me dare to believe that my beloved OTP just might make it in canon…

#3:

Originally posted by musical-gopher

The entire first half of Beta.

Just seeing them getting along so perfectly with one another, and being so domestic and happy and supportive and cute…  I spent the first half of this episode basically hugging myself with joy lol

#2:

Originally posted by estufar

The dinner table scene in Gem Harvest.

Everything about this was just beautiful.   The little looks that they gave one another, the fact that the table was blatantly split down the middle (clearly showing the original Crystal Gems as a separate “family” unit to Lapis, Peridot and Pumpkin), the high five that Peridot didn’t even need to look at Lapis to know that she’d get, the shared sense of humour, the mirroring of their facial expressions…

Utter perfection.

And finally, my #1 Lapidot moment…

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

That scene in Barn Mates.

After months and months of having Lapidot as my OTP based solely on a very strong gut instinct of it one day becoming canon, here it was: actual, 100% solid-gold confirmation of the ship, on-screen.

I may or may not have actually cried at this point, as well as rewatching the scene several times whilst flailing at the screen and proclaiming “see?!  I freaking KNEW it!!” ;p

It’s an incredible scene… the look Peridot gives Lapis is so typical of someone looking at their crush, the sun comes out as Peridot’s giving Lapis the biggest smile that she’s ever given to anyone – and then Lapis deeply blushes and has to look away.

If that’s not setting up a potential romance, then I don’t know what is.

Good times~

Not astro related but to anybody saying mean things about any of the contestants on produce 101 please stop.

Some of the things I’ve read about people like lee daehwi include:

“Idols definitely deserve hate for being ugly considering their looks are considered a part of their skill set”

and 

“I used to like lee daehwi but now I honestly just hate him” (a summary of a majority of comments about him because of The Avengers team)

First and foremost please understand that I am not screaming or yelling or ranting but I just want to say something I consider a fact: nobody deserves to be told they are ugly, or untalented or hated for reasons like that. Not me, not you, NO ONE.

Along with him a lot of people on produce 101 are just boys, they are kids and that makes those comments even worse. Even if you are the same age as him or anybody else that doesn’t make stating something like that about them right. Please stop. 

It’s okay for someone to not be your favourite, or be your favourite but then you change your mind. But please go about expressing your opinions in a friendlier manner. 

Sure he chose strong members in his team but that makes sense considering the basis of the competition. These people’s dreams and hopes are on the line here, you just have to see the effort their families, along with themselves, are putting in. You just have to see the amount of times people have cried on camera, I can’t even begin to imagine the amount of times they have cried off!!!

It breaks my heart.

Can you imagine your dreams and hopes put into the hands of strangers? Some people, such as myself, may have no clue who is talented or not. Let me explain, votes may just be based off personal opinions or like me based off what I have heard or learnt over the years as ‘good singing’ or ‘good dancing’. But in reality I have no clue in a professional sense who deserves it more.

In truth I think that every single trainee who has put in hard work and effort, left their families to train overseas (going to Korea or outside to learn) and all of that sacrifice and effort deserves to debut.

I guess overall what I am trying to say is every single produce 101 member is trying hard. Every single one is already going through really hard times just being on the show. I can’t even begin to imagine what it is like. Over confident or not, it is not easy for any of them. They don’t deserve to be judged or hated on for being ugly or trying to achieve their dreams!

So please, please be careful and think over what you say about any contestant before you do. If it would hurt you don’t say it, or even if it wouldn’t hurt you, if what you are about to say could hurt anyone - please think twice before stating it.

Please. 

I guess what I am trying to say overall is: They all have it hard, every single boy on produce 101. Let’s not make it worse.

us against the world - peter parker imagine #1

about : peter suffers from very bad nightmares at night and you came to the rescue. 

warnings : none, issa one sad imagine and yes, cheesy af dialogue.

notes : if you have any suggestions, pls inbox me them! i’d love some new ideas. :) enjoy!


It was about three in the morning when your phone started blowing. At first, you were annoyed. The previous night had been incredibly tiring, you stayed up till 2 am to study for the upcoming Physics test. You were on Skype with Peter, your boyfriend, whom had been helping you with your revision. You couldn’t come over because he was supposed to be home.

Last month, Peter went away with the Avengers to fight some alien purple god. You weren’t quite sure who he was since you didn’t have such a strong liking for aliens. They were pretty much the reason why Peter came back to Queens all shook up and not quite the same.

Although he had tried to convince you otherwise, there was something different about Peter. He wouldn’t tell you what but you could feel it. He was your boyfriend, after all.

‘May Parker’ flashed on the screen of your phone and your heart began to beat quicker. Aunt May never called you unless something was wrong with Peter.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Y/N! Where are you right now?” May frantically asked,

You rubbed your forehead, pushing aside your duvet.

“Home. Why, what’s up? Something wrong with Pete?”

Aunt May didn’t even have to answer when a shrilling sob came from the other line. You could hear May sushing whoever was screaming, telling them that it’s okay, it’s okay. Bile began to form at your throat as you realised who that was.

Peter.

“Oh my god, May, what the hell is going on?” you asked, wincing at Peter’s painful screams.

“Come over now, please! I don’t know what to do!” Aunt May yelled, her voice laced with desperation.

You gulped, “okay, May. Calm down, I’m gonna be there in five minutes. Just breathe. But you need to tell me what’s going on.”

May took a shaky breath before rambling on about what had happened.

“I woke up to Peter screaming. He was shouting things like “I don’t wanna die’ and ‘I’m gonna die!’. Y/N, I think he’s having a really severe panic attack! Just come here now!” Aunt May cried out.

You were already out the door and in your car by the time May had said that.

“On my way. Tell Peter I’m gonna be there in a sec.”

By the time you reached the Parker household, the dust already seemed to settle. You unlocked the door with the spare key Peter had given you last year. Tip toe-ing into the living room, you called out for May.

“In here!” Her voice came from Peter’s small bedroom. The door was wide open and you almost broke at the sight of your boyfriend.

There he sat on the bed, against the wall and leaning onto May. His head nestled into May’s neck as she slowly rubbed his arm. She sent you a grateful look when you kneeled in front of Peter.

“Hey, Pete. Okay?”

He didn’t answer, instead choosing to stare at the carpet on the floor. His eyes were red and bloodshot, probably from all the crying. The liveliness and joy from his brown eyes were gone, instead replaced with pure fear and sadness.

“Oh, Peter,” you sighed, holding his cheek with your hand.

At the contact of your hand, he relaxed and closed his eyes. You glanced at May, silently asking her for some alone time. She worriedly looked at you. Still, she soundlessly nodded and gently lifted Peter off her body and jogged out of the room.

You got up from the floor and joined Peter on the bed. Almost automatically, Peter moved so his head was in your lap. This was a position Peter loved, since you always played with his hair and that calmed him down. Even without asking you to do so, you were already stroking his slightly curly hair.

Every once in awhile, he would sniffle and his body would shake. You kissed him on the cheek every time he did so, and the sniffles were less frequent and he was beginning to fully relax.

After a long moment of silence, Peter finally spoke.

“It felt like I was going to die.”

With that one sentence alone, it crushed you.

Here he was, Peter Parker. The same boy who swung from a web every night to keep citizens safe. The boy who saved a fugitive from a fire even though he didn’t need to. The boy who saved his friends from a falling elevator.

The boy who helped you with your homework. The boy who would leave encouraging notes around your house, knowing that you had plenty of bad days. The boy who insisted on teaching you how to fight, so you could protect yourself.

The boy who would cuddle you to sleep, even when you were in the worst mood. The boy who would buy fresh flowers every week, as a constant reminder on how you were as beautiful as any bouquet of roses.

And he was absolutely broken.

The thought alone made you want to scream and yell at Tony Stark. If he hadn’t dragged Peter into the whole mess at Berlin, then this wouldn’t have happened.

Peter would’ve still been Peter.

You blinked back the tears as you licked your dry lips, “it’s over, Pete. It’s just an attack. You’re not gonna die.”

“I saw you die too.”

Your froze.

“One of Tony’s shots - “

“No,” you interrupted, reaching over to grab his hand.

“Look at me, darling.”

Peter’s eyes trailed away from the wall and onto you.

“Guess what? I’m still here. You’re still here. Whatever happened, it’s over. It was all a dream. Listen. You can hear my heartbeat right? It’s still beating. So is yours. That’s all that matters,” you said.

Another tear started to roll out of his eyes.

“I just don’t want to die.”

“You’re not going to. You know why?”

Peter didn’t answer, but shook his head slowly.

“Because you’re Spider-Man. You’re stronger than this. If you could survive some purple eggplant looking alien, then honey, you’re gonna be a tough one to kill.”

A fraction of a smile crept on Peter’s face, but you could see behind his eyes, that he was still terrified.

He was just a kid, fighting his way through a world bigger than life.

And he was afraid.

“I want to keep you and May safe. Ned, Michelle, even freaking Flash,” he said, his voice cracking in the end, “but I feel so weak. I don’t know - I don’t know if I can do it anymore.”

“Peter, none of us are made from vibranium. We’re not indestructible. And look, all of us are still here Pete. We are all here, breathing, alive and living. I think you’re doing a swell job.”

Peter paused, “you don’t deserve any of this.”

“You don’t either,” you stated, sending him a sad smile.

You placed your lips on his knuckles and pressed a kiss. He sighed contently, whispering a soft ‘thank you’.

You carefully lifted Peter off your lap and onto the bed, putting a pillow under his bed. Laying down beside him, you faced him and continued to play with his hair. You could see some dried tears on his cheek and you went to kiss them every once in awhile.

“I love you,” Peter managed to let out, before he was enveloped by sleep.

“And I you, Peter Parker. It’s us against the world.


Originally posted by tomhollanderr

anonymous asked:

I have to disagree with you though, Bertolt turned out to be an asshole in the end, bombing 200 people this time willingly and then asking for help? He even himself said that the meek and obedient him was gone, he looked apathetic too, the guy never minded this. Annie & Reiner may have been conflicted but it didnt affect him much and i think Reiner may have cared for Annie&Marcel more because they played important part in motivating him. He wasnt as important and fleshed out as those two were

Ok, anon.. are we reading the same manga here or…

Bertolt turned out to be an asshole in the end, bombing 200 people this time willingly and then asking for help? 

If you have a moment, which considering you had the time to send this ask, you do, please read this. It will answer half of your issue :)

You’re calling him out because he cried out for help while staring death in the face? He was scared and scared of dying, are you forgetting that this kid is human? Bertholdt wasn’t the “guy that never minded this” from the beginning, what you saw during that battle was his utter desperation to end it all and he didn’t even believe what he was saying himself.. Your justification of “him saying it himself” simply means you haven’t taken the time to look into his character and understand him.

All I can tell you is read that linked post.

the guy never minded this.

Again, are we reading the same manga?

i think Reiner may have cared for Annie&Marcel more 

We’re still talking about same manga?

He wasnt as important and fleshed out as those two were

If we’re going to talk about the importance of fleshing out a character, have you noticed that Mikasa has had little no to character development since the beginning of the series either? That she carries a ton of unused potential but lives in the shadows of her male counterparts? That while she still dies trying to protect Eren and Armin, like she did in the beginning of the series, the other two are growing as characters while she’s kinda just there?

The fact that you haven’t taken the time to go through past chapters to try to understand Bertl as a character isn’t on me. The way you want to interpret his character isn’t on me.

Obsessed| Part FOUR

Negan x Reader x Daryl

Back to the start: Here

Part 3

Summary:  The reader is the 20 years old daughter of Rick, in a relationship with Daryl for some months now. When Negan killed Abraham and Glenn, Daryl attacked him because Negan was interested in you.

Words: 998

A/N:  Coming Chapters contain smut, drugs and suggested rape

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I sat on the seat next to Negan, when he drove the car, with almost all our stuff, back to wherever their base was. I was too scared to speak, thought about what might happen next, how my life will change and that I wanted to cry so badly but in the last few days I cried so much. There wasn’t a single tear left and when Daryl managed it, I will manage it too. Negan may be the leader and they may have the power over us for now, but I won’t forget who I belong to and who my family was.

“Doll-face you should be happy,” Negan said amused and I heard how one of the other men, who sat in the backseat, chuckled.

“And why? About being here now?”
“You have the awesome fucking possibility to get a new home, a better home and your precious brother can live his childish rebellious life in peace.” I couldn’t answer to this. That Carl stayed safe was the only good thing here. It was my fault, if I hadn’t show Carl how scared of Negan I was, he wouldn’t have done this, but the problem was Carl thought he needed to protect me. It was a fucking fact I wasn’t scared Negan could kill me or torture me, I was scared how different I saw him, that I was way too fascinated of the man who murdered two of my friends.

“You know, silence won’t make it this far here,” Negan whispered and I closed my eyes, trying so hard not to freak out and amusing him with my reaction but in the deepest of my heart I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell him, what a dick he was and I won’t play the polite little girl but I knew it would either amuse or anger him and both wasn’t something I wanted to see, especially because when he was amused he started to flirt with me and this was something what was distracting me way too much.

“I hate you,” I mumbled so that he could barely heard it and he just sighed and gave the man behind me a dark scarf.

“Cover her eyes, I can’t trust our pretty doll-face, I have the bad feeling she will try to escape as soon as possible,” he laughed and I wanted to protest, when the man started to cover my eyes, but I knew it was useless, so I just sat there, impossible to see anything and it was fucking scary but I tried to calm down. I just thought about how grateful I should be that he took me and not my brother, that I could see Daryl more often and maybe we could escape somehow?

The car stopped and I felt how hard it was to breath but I was nervous and scared of what would happen next, when someone opened my door and pulled me out of the car, where I almost fell to the ground, but a pair of strong arms hold me and confused I took the scarf away, when I saw it was Negan who held me.

“I knew you would yearn for more of me,” he laughed dirty and I pushed him away from me, saw how some of his men were shocked how calmed Negan noticed my behavior. So it was a wonder I wasn’t dead for now.

“You wish!,” I scoffed and looked to the place we arrived. I had no idea what I had imagined to see here, but it was just a normal place, a normal place with the difference that they were using walkers like a protection or something and everything looked a little bit dull here.

“Ok Doll-face, I hope you enjoyed the look of your new home, but in the next few day you won’t see more than just four boring walls,” Negan whispered in my ear and I couldn’t hide the fear, which took over me but the fact that he really wanted to lock me away was something I scared.

“Y/N!” I saw to Daryl, when he shouted my name and left one of the other cars. I really wanted to answer him, go to him and hug him, just feeling a little bit safe in this strange hell, but Negan’s men pushed him away and when I tried to make a step, Negan just pulled me closer to him, what angers Daryl even more and he shouted my name with so much noise, that the walkers went mad on the fence they were hanged on and I was sure the people of Alexandria could even hear it, while I screamed his name and tried to avoid Negan’s grip, but he was too strong for me and then Daryl was gone.

“Ok, enough of this fucking screaming!” Oh yeah, now he was angry, but what should I fear? I was here, I lost Daryl, I was a prisoner.

“I hate you,” I said with disgust and couldn’t help myself but started to hate me too, when I caught myself thinking how hot he looked with this angry look.

“Doll-face,” he said and confused I realized, he started to smile, “I really wanted to be angry with you, but shit, you are so fucking hot when you are angry.” Did he just thought the same fucking thing I was thinking? I felt how I was blushing and he started to laugh about it.

“Shit girl, I wish I don’t need to lock you away, but you are a little bit too rebellious and I need to tame you first.” He winked me and with these words I felt how someone took my hand and pushed me away from Negan, “Don’t let escape her and I want to know every fucking name of all fuckers who dare to touch or even looking at her with the wrong sight!”

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OMG I’m so fucking sorry it took so long but I was busy and all and fuck I’m really sorry. Gif is not mine xx

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jealous | chapter seven

pairing: baekhyun x reader x chanyeol

genre: angst, fluff, SMUT

word count: 1,627

summary: baekhyun is heartbroken after you leave him. he decides to start over and try to get over you by moving into a new apartment building where he meets chanyeol. what he later finds out is that chanyeol has been your boyfriend for the past month.

pov: baekhyun + chanyeol diary entries

rating: whether you’re an underage hard stan or a legal soft stan, reader whatever the hell you wanna read.

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November 10th, 2017

[10:00] It’s been a while since I’ve written an entry in here and the last thing I want to do is break my promise to Baekhyun. Everything about the camping trip a few days ago was overwhelming. So many things happened and it just left all of us confused.

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here goes nothing

special thanks to vonnie @comehitherniall for the corrections, love ya


The thing about moving on, it’s that it hurts. A lot.

Niall knew that. He knew from the moment Harry said “goodbye, Niall” in that last phone call on New Year’s Eve. He didn’t say “see you later,” he didn’t say “i love you.” And Niall knew.

He may have had way more drinks than he should’ve, and he may have cried a little before falling into his bed and sleeping for the next fourteen hours, but Niall also knew that Harry didn’t owe him anything. They were never a couple, after all; they were just a thing.

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Imagine Dean, Sam, and Cas throwing a surprise baby shower for you.


Characters: Dean x reader, Sam, Cas, (mention: Jody, Donna, Garth, Crowley, Rowena, Chuck)

Warnings: All the Fluff, wee bit of angst

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I needed desperately to write Dean. I’m gonna update On Location tomorrow which would mean MORE JENSEN.  So, I figured I could pump out a little ficlet for this series tonight and call it good. Catch up on the first 7 parts HERE. Hope you like it. I may or may not have cried while editing this.

2.5k Drabble request by: @kickasscas67 - Can I get a Drabble with Dean and the reader hunts with the boys and she gets pregnant and Dean is really excited and Sam and Dean plan a baby shower? I just thought that would be cute!❤️CONGRATS ON 2.5K❤️ keep on writing cause you’re so good❤️❤️❤️❤️- Sorry the request took A MILLION YEARS. Hope it was worth the wait. Thanks for celebrating with me!

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I don’t believe it.

When I was a toddler, some family friends took my sister and I to Busch Gardens in Florida. I have a ton of old photographs of it. We went to this part of the park called “Land of Dragons” and saw this little play about a bumbling knight and two Barney-esque dragons. One was named Gordon, the other was named Dumphrey.

That’s Dumphrey. The blue one. He didn’t always have those spots on his face. Funny though how that place hasn’t changed in 20 years.

The green dragon here is Gordon. I think he’s probably changed a little over the years. 

Anyway, after the show, (which I can’t remember much of), we were carried over to the gift shop and there were a bunch of plush toys which they don’t make anymore. My twin sister picked out a plush Gordon that looked like this.

Except fluffier and darker green.

And then I picked out a plush of Dumphrey that looked like this:

The students traveling with us kept asking me to say what I’d named the Dumphrey plush, over and over. I was all of…ooh, give or take 3 years old, so I named him “Blue Lizard with Yellow Horns”. (terribly creative, I know. I kept names simple and plots complicated in preschool.)

Only, since I was three, it came out “Boo Yizzard wif Lallow Horns”. I took “Boo” everywhere with me. He was my favorite stuffed animal for years! If I went on the swingset, Boo did too. If we went on a trip somewhere, Boo and Gordon had to have seatbelts too. Tea Parties? Nah, it was usually me, Boo, my sister, and either Mr. Maroon the Bear or Gordon playing Great Train Robbery.

 And then, one day, he just disappeared.

I don’t know what happened to him. Maybe he got left behind at a gas station, maybe one of the random kids who came over for playdates took him home, maybe he got left behind when we moved. I don’t know. All I know is that approximately fifteen years ago, my favorite stuffed toy vanished, and I thought I would never see it again.

Time passed, and other things distracted me. First American Girl dolls (Addy and Josefina were always my favorites), then as I got older, sketchbooks and drawing and then Transformers. But Transformers aren’t good Security Cuddles on dark nights when you’re sick. (Believe me, I’ve tried. Giant Optimus is not very cuddly. Too many sharp edges that you don’t want poking your stomach when you’ve got a bug.)

Fast forward to today. Literally today.

I’d been gone all day, first at work and then directly afterwards to Kohls to try to find some professional clothes so I don’t have to wear the same five things every week at work. I come home exhausted and go upstairs ready to collapse into bed and oh my gosh there he is.

Beyond all doubt, straining probability to the breaking point, my Blue Lizard with Yellow Horns was sitting there on the bedspread, with a note propped against his paws. The letter said something clever about him sneaking out on an adventure one night while I was sleeping and getting terribly lost. (it had to have been very VERY lost. He’d been shipped from Arizona!

I just screeched “OH MY GOSH!” over and over and over and over, hugging Boo so hard I thought he might break. Honest truth here: I almost cried. I swear I thought I’d never see him again and here he was just sitting there, waiting for me. I felt like Andy at the end of all the Toy Story movies.

If I were four again, I’d have blamed his disappearance on the witch/dust bunny monster I was certain lived in my ceiling fan and would bite me if I wasn’t completely covered by all my blankets.

But I am an adult now and I should probably not be blaming my problems on hypothetical witches that may or may not be made of dust bunnies.

It was apparently thanks to i-lavabean, who found someone in Arizona selling the little guy. You can search him online, but I daresay you won’t find any pictures of the plush beyond what I’ve posted here. 

After 15 years, my favorite childhood plush is home where he belongs.

Oh my gosh.

The D Word (Part 2)

Summary: Tony Stark means the world to Peter Parker. So much, in fact, that Peter slips up and calls him ‘dad’ on more than one occasion. In other words, the two times Peter prays Tony doesn’t hear him say 'dad’ and the one time he wishes he did.

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Aunt May, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: none really

A/N: Hope you like this next part!

The D Word (Part 1)


Peter walked through the cemetery completely numb. He had no idea where he was going, but his feet kept propelling him forward. He scanned each cold, grey headstone, trying to make sense of the dull carvings.

A whimper stopped him in his tracks. Peter whirled around, trying to find its source. His eyes finally landed on a small boy standing in front of two headstones. The boy was dressed in a suit that was slightly too big, and his hands wiped angrily at his face. Peter walked over and knelt down next to the boy.

“You okay?” Peter asked, his voice cracking. Tears rolled down his own face, but he wasn’t exactly sure why he was crying.

The boy shook his head, but Peter still couldn’t see his face.

“Where are your parents?”

The boy pointed to the headstone, and Peter gasped.


Here lies Richard and Mary Parker

Beloved father and mother, husband and wife.


When the boy pointed to the second headstone, Peter was sure he was going to faint.


Here lies Tony Stark.


Peter couldn’t read anything after the first line. He collapsed to the ground, trying to blink away the black dots swarming in front of his eyes.

“Wh-wh-what?” he stuttered. “What is this?”

The boy turned and Peter was face-to-face with himself. The same wavy brown hair, the same long, awkward limbs, all of it was the same. Except his face. Little Peter’s face was completely blank, with small, puckered slits where the eyes, nose, and mouth should have been.

Peter screamed and stumbled backwards, trying to escape the child. It had to be a trick, it had to be a mind game.

“Peter…” A disembodied voice seemed to come out of Little Peter’s face. He held out an arm to Peter and stepped closer.

“Go away!” Peter exclaimed, falling over the cement path. Gnarled tree roots seemed to appear out of nowhere to trip Peter as he tried to escape.

“Peter…”

“Stop it!” he begged. “Please just stop!” He covered his face with his arms and cowered down as he prepared for the worst.

“Peter…Peter…”

“Peter!”

Peter jolted up from the couch he was sleeping on, panting heavily. His heart thumped wildly as it got harder and harder to breathe. He shook as a pair of soft hands cupped his face and turned him to the right. Aunt May stared back at him, her brown eyes full of concern.

“M-M-May?”

May nodded. She carefully reached out a hand and ran her fingers through Peter’s hair, just like she used to do when he was little. His resolve crumbled as he practically jumped into her lap, wrapping his arms around her in a vice-like grip.

“Shhh, baby, I’ve got you,” May whispered. “I’ve got you.” She cradled him in her arms as he sobbed.

“T-Tony…he’s, he’s…” Peter tried to form a complete sentence, but the words kept getting caught in his throat.

May pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Tony’s gonna be okay. Look.” She nodded her head to the side, and Peter followed her gaze.

Tony was lying in a hospital bed, with a thin sheet covering his lower body. Bruises covered his face, and their dark color contrasted the stark white gauze wrapped around his chest. Peter heard a faint beeping noise and realized a heart monitor was connected to his unconscious mentor.

“He’s alive?” Peter whispered, afraid to let himself be set up with false hope. “Really alive?”

May nodded and began to explain. “One of the people who came to get me, Barnes maybe? He said they were able to get him to some machine in time. He’s going to be fine. Everything’s going to be fine.”

Peter’s arms gave out and he clumsily laid back down on the couch. May somehow made a pillow appear and rested the soft material on her lap so it was resting under Peter’s head. She continued to play with his hair as he tried to truly comprehend that Tony was okay. Soon, his breathing evened out, and he turned to look up at his aunt, who was gazing down at him.

“You’re mad,” he said, swallowing thickly.

“Furious,” she replied immediately. “But we’ll talk about that later.” Peter sighed, relieved he wasn’t going to have to deal with May’s wrath right away.

“Can I ask you something?” Peter nodded. “Captain Rogers…god I can’t believe I can say I know him.“ She shook her head. "Anyway, he said he had to sedate you. That you were screaming and saying some things…” She trailed off, and Peter knew that she knew exactly what had happened in the jet.

He slowly sat up and couldn’t meet May’s eye anymore.

“Wanna talk about it?” she asked.

“No,” he replied softly.

“Then I’ll talk,” she said. She took a deep breath, and her eyes shone with tears. “You’ve lost way more people in your life than any kid should ever have to deal with. No one will ever replace your uncle. Or your mother. Or your father. No one.” She cleared her throat as she calmed her own emotions down.

Peter clenched his jaw and gripped the edge of the couch tightly. He knew she was right, and that he was stupid for thinking of Tony like that. Like…

“But,” May continued, “you are so lucky to have some great people in your life. People who are like fathers.” Peter turned his head. “Honey, it’s okay. What you said was okay.” She reached out and covered one of his hands with her own.

Peter’s breath came out in short spurts as his face heated up. Before he could stop it, a fresh batch of tears fell down his cheeks. He kept nodding his head as he tried to process everything. He was just tired, so, so tired.

The consistent beeping from the heart monitor suddenly spiked with rapid beeps. Peter and May looked over and saw Tony stir under the sheet. His eyes fluttered open and a shaky hand gripped the handrail of the hospital bed.

He groaned and tried to sit up.

“Tony!” Peter cried, standing up. “You’re awake!”

Tony’s gaze finally landed on the relieved teen. “Hey kid,” he coughed.

Peter thought his heart might burst at the sound of Tony’s voice. “I’ll go get someone!” he rambled. “I should get someone, right? Or do you want water? Water would help your voice. Not that it sounds bad! It’s just…I mean…I’ll-”

“I’ll get someone,” May cut in. She smirked at Peter. “You stay here.”

Tony gave May a weak grin. “Oh, I’m definitely dead,” he joked. “Only heaven would have a beautiful angel like you here.”

“Cut the crap, Stark,” May shot back, pointing a finger at him. “I’m glad you’re not dead because now I can kill you myself.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “What the hell were you thinking?! Bringing him on a mission?!”

Tony coughed and winced as pain shot through his chest. “Okay, first of all,” he replied, “I just got shot in the chest. Can we maybe do this later?”

May’s eyes softened, but not by much. “We are going to talk about this,” she said, pointing a finger at him.

“Maybe over dinner?” Tony asked, a familiar twinkle returning to his eyes. “I know a great place in Little Italy. Fantastic wine pairings.”

May merely scoffed and shook her head as she walked out of the room, leaving Tony and Peter alone.

Peter tipped back and forth on the balls of his feet. He weaved his hands together, trying to find a purpose for them. He held them behind his neck, around his shoulders, and even on his waist.

Tony’s rolled his eyes. “Kid, I can feel your antsiness from here. Relax a bit, would ya? Have a seat. Not like I’m dying or anything.”

“S-sorry,” Peter replied, sitting down on his hands. An odd silence filled the room as each one tried to figure out what to say to each other.

“She’s right, you know,” Tony finally said. “You shouldn’t have been there. I shouldn’t have let you come.”

“S’not your fault,” Peter mumbled. “I wanted to help.”

Tony sighed. “Maybe, but you’re young. You didn’t need to see all of…” He trailed off and waved his arm over his bandaged chest. “I shouldn’t have put you through that.”

Silence fell once more. Peter swallowed a few times, trying to get the courage to ask a question that had been bothering him since he had woken up.

“Can…can I ask you something?” he whispered quietly. “Why did you say that you were sorry?”

Tony’s head fell back against the pillows as he contemplated his answer.

“My dad was never around,” he started. “And he was a bit of an asshole. I know Cap has different feelings, but, in all fairness, he was a popsicle when my father raised me.” He cleared his throat and blinked a few times at the ceiling. “And,” he continued, “when I met you, I thought this was my chance to make up for all the ways he screwed up. A chance to really be there for you.”

Tony took a deep breath and frowned. “And I messed up. If I had been there for you the way I wanted my father to be there for me, you would have never been on that jet. I should have known the risks and that our intel could have been faulty. Instead, it went to hell and you got the brunt of it. I-”

“I called you ‘dad’!” Peter blurted out, unable to keep his secret any longer. His cheeks flushed, and he focused his gaze on the ground. Tony had no clue how to respond, so Peter kept talking. “When you passed out on the jet…I didn’t want to lose you. I…I was scared I was going to lose you.” His voice hushed to a whisper as he dared to look up at Tony.

To say Tony was shocked was an understatement. He tossed sentences around in his brain, but none of them seemed right for this situation. Peter looked so vulnerable sitting there on the couch, and his eyes were filled with fear at what Tony would say.

“L-listen, kid,” Tony began. “It w-was an…intense situation. We, uh, say things like that when…we’re, uh stressed.”

Peter shook his head. “N-N-No, you don’t g-get it,” Peter stuttered. “I, um…well I…it’s just that I…I’ve done it before.” He paused and took a deep breath. “And I meant it,” he said strongly. “And…And I liked that I meant it.” He sniffed and rubbed his face against his shirt sleeve. He scrunched his eyes and waited for rejection to come.

Tony’s heart filled with an indescribable joy. He had always seen himself as a screw up. He knew he was selfish. He did take after his father after all. He never expected in a million years for Peter to feel something like this for him. Maybe he wasn’t doing it all wrong. Maybe…

“Peter,” Tony said softly. “Look at me please.”

Peter slowly lifted his gaze and met Tony’s. The man he saw as a father looked back at him, his eyes warm and kind.

“I liked that you meant it too.”


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I’m Sorry - Peter x Reader

This is my first fanfiction. I got the idea in my head one day and just had to write it. I hope you like it.

Everything was going great. That was until someone started going after your boyfriend. Your boyfriend was Spider-Man, but you have known him as Peter Parker for years. You turned into his girl in the chair, right next to Ned, ever since someone started trying to kill Peter.

You hacked into all the cameras in New York City and surrounding towns. You always had eyes on Peter. Scorpion escaped from prison and had a vengeance. The Avengers even came to town to help Peter. They finally had a plan set. They were going to bait Scorpion to coming to them and try to kill him.

You and Ned were going to be staying in a near by building with the screens and watch the cameras. Your job was to tell the team where Scorpion was going and what he had up his sleeve.

“Peter. Please be safe.” You said trying not to cry.

“(Y/N) I promise to be safe. I love you.” He says giving you a kiss on the forehead.

He slipped his mask on and ran out of the room you and Ned were in.

“Don’t worry (Y/N). He has so many people backing him, he’ll be fine.” Ned said. You smiled gently at him and put your headset on.

“Avengers. This is (Y/N). Do you copy?” You said as you looked over the screens.

“Got you.” Said Tony. The rest of the team agreed.

“Okay. I have movement on the North end by the tower.” You said. “It’s moving pretty fast. Be ready.”

“Spider-Man. I have been waiting for this moment. Should we just start the fight or wait for your little entourage to find you?” Scorpion said to Peter.

“Lets see? I’m good with the fight. I don’t need The Avengers.” Peter said back. This was all going as planned.

Peter was fighting him well until Scorpion threw him. That is when The Avengers came out and started helping.

“I knew they would come.” Scorpion said in disgust.

The fight was going on for about 15 minutes. You were timing it because you wanted Peter to know how long you felt like your heart was going to explode. All of a sudden, Scorpion got a hand up on everyone. You saw Peter go down and not get up.

“Peter. Talk to me baby.” You said trying to figure out if he was okay. “Peter. Answer.”

“(Y/N) I’ve got him. Stay where you are and do your job.” Tony yelled at you. You could sense he was nervous about the situation too.

Scorpion fled the scene and you knew it. You threw your headset off and ran for Peter.

“PETER!” You screamed with tears running down your face. You got near and Steve stopped you.

“I’m sorry. Tony. I’m sorry.” Peter says as Tony looks over him.

“No kid. Don’t do that. We are going to get you help.” Tony says.

“PETER!” You yell again as you fight Steve to break free. You finally do and are immediately at his side. “Peter. Are you okay?” You cry.

“I love you (Y/N). I love you so much. Tell Aunt May I’m sorry.” Peter says as he lifts his hand to put it to your face.

“No. Don’t talk like that. Help is on its way. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” You said.

“I love you.” He said weakly and closed his eyes.

“No. No. No. No. No. Peter. Open your eyes. Let me see those beautiful brown eyes.” You say laying your hand on his cheek. “No. Peter. Peter. Please wake up. Please.” You begged as you cried.

“(Y/N) come on. Let Tony get him help.” Steve said trying to pull you away.

“NO! PETER!” You laid your head on his chest. “Peter, please. Don’t leave me.”

Steve wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you away as Tony gently picked him up and flew off with him.

“PETER! NO! PETER!” You cried as you kicked and screamed. “Put me down. PETER!” You broke down and let Steve carry you off after getting tired of fighting him.

Steve took you back to the Avenger Tower and laid you on the couch. That is where everyone had been staying during this whole situation with Scorpion.

“(Y/N) look at me,” Steve said. “It’s going to be okay. Tony is getting him help.”

You looked at him starting to cry again. You got up and ran to Peter’s room. You slipped off your jeans and shirt that had Peter’s blood on it and threw them down. You grabbed one of Peter’s favorite shirts and slid it on. You got in his bed and cuddled with his pillow and cried. You didn’t know if he was okay. You didn’t know if he was dead. How were you going to explain to Aunt May that Peter died?

Tony walked into the room and sat beside you. He stared at all of Peter’s stuff that he moved in here the last few weeks.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). Peter.” He paused. “Peter didn’t make it.” That was all it took. That was all it took for your heart to break into a million pieces. That was all it took to feel like you had nothing. You cried all night long after receiving the news. No one knew how to comfort you.

You saw the sun rising and decided to go home. You packed up all of Peter’s stuff in a box and left. You have been crying non-stop since Tony told you. You silently cried as you went back to Queens.

You stopped by Aunt May’s place. You stared at the door for what felt like hours. She knew dangerous stuff was happening with Peter. That’s why she agreed to let Tony take him to Stark tower, to protect him.

After staring at the door for really only 5 minutes, you knocked.

“Aunt May? It’s (Y/N).” You said through the door.

“What are you doing here so early dear. You know Peter is staying with Mr. Stark.” She said as she opened the door. “Are you okay?”

“I.. I have.. Can I come in?” You ask.

She let you in and you sat down on the couch still gripping the box.

“Last night, um” You as tears fell down your face. “Scorpion caught up with Peter. Tony tried to get him help, but it wasn’t soon enough. He said he loves you so much and that he’s sorry.” You cried even harder. Aunt May just stared at you.

“No. I talked to him yesterday. He’s fine. No, he’s fine.” She said staring at you in disbelief.

“She’s telling the truth,” Tony said from the front door. “I didn’t get there in time. His blood is on my hands. I’m sorry May.”

Aunt May stood up and walked into her room. Tony looked at you and then followed May to her room. You got up and walked to Peter’s. You set his box down and opened it. You put everything where it belonged. You sat down on his bed and cried.


Months have passed since Peter passed away. You were still heartbroken. You cried yourself to sleep every night. Aunt May wanted to get rid of Peter’s stuff a week after the funeral, but you talked her into keeping it a little while longer. You would go and sit in his room after school and do homework like you used to before Peter died.

You always felt like someone was watching you. You thought it was Scorpion, but Tony said he killed him. He said he finally caught up to him and finished him for killing Peter.

Once you finished your homework, you left Aunt May’s. You walked the few blocks back to your apartment. When you walked in, your parents were still at work so you decided to just make a quick sandwich then go to your room. When you walked in, you dropped your sandwich and screamed.


“Let me see her Tony,” Peter said as he paced his hospital room. Tony had gotten him there in time.

“No can do kid. It’s safer if Scorpion thinks your dead until we can catch him.” Tony said.

“What did you do? (Y/N) and Aunt May are going to freak. I can’t do this. Scorpion doesn’t even know I’m Peter Parker. Please. Let me see them.” Peter begged.

“I talked with (Y/N) last night and then spoke with Aunt May this morning. They are mourning you as we speak.” Tony said. He didn’t like the idea of lying to Peter’s family, but it was the only way to keep everyone safe.

“Tony..” Peter said defeated.

“I’m sorry kid. We just have to keep you on the low until we can get Scorpion.”


Months had passed and Peter was tired of being in the Stark Tower. It was getting boring. Peter would sneak out of the house every night to go visit (Y/N). No one ever knew. If they did, they never said anything. He watches you cry yourself to sleep. One time saw you sitting in his room, sitting where you always sat on the edge of his bed near his desk while you did your homework. He even noticed you did the homework twice. He was guessing yours and his since you left one copy on his desk.

He saw Aunt May was depressed, but trying to move on. She spoke with Tony once a week. He never knew why, but he did. As Peter was daydreaming, he heard the elevator ding.

“Peter, I killed Scorpion,” Tony said.

“Does this mean I can go back to my family?” Peter asked excitedly.


“Not yet kid. Just a little bit longer.” Tony said.

“When and how did you kill him?” Peter asked.

“I did it two weeks ago, but we were trying to make sure he stayed dead,” Tony said.

“What? Two weeks ago? You know I’ve had to watch (Y/N) cry herself to sleep then wake up to nightmares? That she does two sets of homework? One for her and one for me. You killed him two weeks ago and you are just now telling me?” Peter was mad.

“I know you have been sneaking out to see her. We have been making sure everything was safe before you went and saw your family.” Tony said.

“I’m going now,” Peter said as he grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room.

“You can’t leave yet. It’s not sure if he’s going to stay dead.” Tony said.

“I don’t care. I gave up my family and I can’t stand by and let them suffer anymore. I have to see (Y/N).” Peter said as he left.

Peter got to your apartment and noticed you weren’t there. He sat on your bed waiting for you. An hour passed before he heard the door to the apartment. He didn’t want to risk it being your parents, so he stayed put. He saw you open the door drop whatever was in your hand before he heard you scream.

Peter jumped up quickly to cover your mouth. He could see the fear, hurt, and love in your eyes.

“Peter?” You said quietly with tears in your eyes.

“It’s me. I’ll explain everything.” He said as you pulled him into a hug. He held you as you cried on his shoulder saying you missed him. When you finally quit crying you jumped up and away from him.

“What the fuck Peter? Why are you here? I went to your funeral. What happened?” You asked.

“Tony was trying to protect me and protect you by saying I was dead. He wanted Scorpion to think I was dead.” Peter stated.

“He didn’t know you were Peter. Why couldn’t you come home?” You asked nearly in tears again.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t disobey Tony, so I stayed. I did sneak out every day to see you though.” Peter said grabbing you and hugging you.

“That was you watching me?” You asked.

“Yeah, baby. It was. I’ll always watch over you. I’m so sorry I made you cry.” He said kissing your forehead.

“I love you, Peter Benjamin Parker. I love you so much.” You say looking into his eyes.

“I love you too (Y/F/N),” Peter said as he gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

An Owed Debt- Bucky x May(oc)  Chapter 10

Authors notes: I wrote this late last night, which I wasn’t supposed to do because it was my birthday, but I did it and here it is. Sorry in advanced.

Notes/Warnings: Kidnapping, Panic attacks, Blood, Implications of rape( but that doesn’t ever happen so don’t worry) loss of senses, mild violence. If I’m forgetting anything please let me know!

Originally posted by jlstreck

“Bucky,”

 The voice was muffled but the urgency was clear and he was being shaken, hard.

 “Buck,”

 The voice was clearer, now. It was familiar. Bucky pried his eyes open and his world was as muffled as the voice.

 “Bucky!”

 Crystal clear. Both his world and Steve’s voice. Bucky shot up from where he had been lying on the floor and almost knocked Steve over.

 “Hey, Pal,” Steve leaned in cautiously. “You okay?”

 Bucky pressed the heel of his hand to his temple, his head was pounding. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just- Where’s May?” Bucky’s eye went wide when he remembered her.

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harry-who-baggins  asked:

I've always wondered if the arkenstone was in fact a simarill. I know it said that they would never be found until the end of the world in the silamrillion but I've always felt that there must be some connection.

Interesting idea, let’s begin with what they are. The Silmarils were crafted by Fëanor in the First Age, they were three beautiful gems and in them was the light of the Trees of Valinor. They could not be destroyed by violence, no mortal or unclean could touch them lest they were burned, and were coveted by all. They were fought over immensely between Morgoth and the Fëanor’s family (Oath of Fëanor), but their ultimate fate is what’s relevant here. The Silmaril of Beren’s Quest was made into a star. The remaining two were finally taken by Meadhros and Maglor, but burned through their hands because they betrayed the Valar and stole them. Meadhros cast himself into lava and Maglor threw his into the sea, went crazy, and eventually died. 

The Arkenstone was found in the mines of the Lonely Mountain in the Third Age. It was large, radiant, and the dwarves cut it into a beautiful shape. It was stolen by Smaug when he took the mountain, Bilbo stole it back, gave it to Gandalf and Bard, and ultimately it was laid on Thorin when he died.

The theory would point to Meadhros’ Silmaril being the Arkenstone, where it traveled underground finding the Lonely Mountain. However the characteristics of the Silmarils point to them being unrelated. The Silmarils could not be marred by violence, yet the dwarves “cut and fashioned it” so “all the light that fell upon it changed it into ten thousand sparks of white radiance” (Tolkien, Hobbit, Not At Home). This is a testimony to it’s beauty and dwarfish craftsmanship. It also would have burned the hands of any dwarf (as they are mortal), Bard, and possibly Bilbo, (He was in possession of the Ring which could be why he may not have been burned, were it a Silmaril). On a more interesting note if it were surely Thranduil would’ve recognized it, he was stunned by it’s beauty but did not recognize it. Cool theory bro but no cigar.

“’You! You!’ cried Thorin, turning upon him and grasping him with both hands. ‘You miserable hobbit! You undersized.. burglar!’ he shouted at a loss for words, and he shook poor Bilbo like a rabbit. ‘By the beard of Durin! I wish I had Gandalf here! Curse him for the choice of you! May his beard wither! As for you I will throw you to the rocks!’ he cried and lifted Bilbo in his arms.” - Thorin upon hearing of Bilbo’s treachery, The Hobbit, The Clouds Burst.

REBELS HAMILTON
  • Kallus: Focus your fire...on the jedi
  • Kanan: I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. Is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me?
  • _______
  • Hera: Rise up! When your living on your knees you ride up
  • Kanan: Tell your brother that he's gotta rise up
  • Zeb: Tell Ya sister that she's gotta rise up
  • All: When is this galaxy gonna rise up, rise up
  • __________
  • Thrawn: I will kill your friends and family...TO REMIND YOU OF MY LOVE
  • ______
  • Zeb: How did we know this plan would work, I had a spy on the inside
  • All: AGENT KALLUS!
  • Kallus: An agent spying in the imperial government, I take classified information then I snuggle it, to my brothers revolutionary covenant, I'm running with the Ghost crew and I am loving it! See, that what happens when you up against the government, you in the shit now somebody gotta shovel it, I'm a double agent, I don't need no introduction, if I get caught I get the fuck back up again!
  • ______
  • Sabine: Here's comes the general
  • Kanan: Ladies and gentlemen, the pride of the rebellion, HERA SYNDULLA!
  • Hera: We are outgunned! Outmanned, out numbered, out planned. We gotta make an all out stand
  • __________
  • Hera: We may not live to see our glory!
  • All: We may not live to see our glory
  • __________
  • Kanan: Dear little Dawn, what to say to you? You have her eyes, and your mother chose your name. When you came into the world you cried, and it broke my heart. I am dedicating every day to you. Domestic life was never quite my style, but when you smile...you knock me out I fall apart. I thought I was so smart...we'll bleed and fight for you. We'll make it right for you, and if we lay a strong enough foundation, we'll pass it on to you. We'll leave this world to you...
  • _________
  • Thrawn: I hope that you...BURN
  • _________
  • Hera: See Ezra on the street, a poor thief
  • Sabine: His parents were alive but he didn't know better
  • Zeb: Moved into a tower, the tower was rusted inside, left him with ruined pride something new inside
  • Kanan: A voice saying 'Ezra, you gotta fend for yourself', he started thieving and stealing every helmet off the shelf...
  • ________
  • Maul: Son
  • Ezra: CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME!!!
  • _______
  • Hera: I don't pretend to know...the challenges your facing, I know there's no replacing what you've lost, and you need time. But I'm not afraid. I know who I married. If you stay here by my side, would that be enough?
  • ________
  • Kallus: Admiral Thrawn? Colonel Yularen? Pryce? What is this?
  • Pryce: We have the code cylinders from separate accounts
  • Yularen: Almost a hundred transmissions sent in different routes
  • Thrawn: To a Garazeb Orrelios back on Attollon
  • Kallus: Is that what you have, are you done?
  • Pryce: You are uniquely situated by virtue of your position
  • Thrawn: Though ‘virtue’ is not a word I’d apply to this situation
  • Yularen: To commit treason, to stray from your sacred mission
  • Thrawn: And the purple hair suggests you’ve engaged in fraternization...
The Princess in the Tower

“Well that’s a fine how-do-you-do, now isn’t it?” the young man complained, rubbing his sore head. “I climb all the way up this tower – not easy, by the way, for someone like me with noodle arms – and avoid large and angry vultures all the way up, and how am I greeted? A wallop on the head with a dictionary!”

“It wasn’t a dictionary!” The beautiful girl in front of him crossed her arms and smirked. “It was my copy of Beowulf, so there.”

“Aw, but I like Beowulf,” the prince mumbled sadly, as though taking offense at being struck with his favorite poem. “Fine! See if I rescue you then!”

The princess uncrossed her arms and planted her hands firmly on her hips. “And just who said I needed rescuing, eh? Maybe I just want to be left alone. A tower without doors or windows generally discourages visitors, blockhead.”

The prince blinked at this, and a suspicious frown made its way across his face. “Well that is certainly not what that king said.”

“Oh the king, is it?” The princess’s eyes narrowed. “He won’t accept no for an answer! Keeps sending me wave after wave of royal ninnies in need of marrying-”

“Who said I needed marrying?” the prince spluttered indignantly.

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anonymous asked:

URGENT: Help my parents want me to go to the hospital bc im feeling suicidal im so scared and i dont know how its gonna go and being trans makes it more scary, i live in the US if thats important

Hey there, im sorry youre feeling so bad. Going to the hospital is a really good idea if youre suicidal. I know its scary, but it really can help keep you safe. You can learn coping skills and find vakuabke resources for you and your family.

In the past year ive been in a psychiatric hospital 3 different times (1 hospital the first 2, another one for the 3rd) so Ive been where you are. The first time I stayed 7 days, the second time I stayed 6 days, and the third time it was 8 days. Obviously things can differ state to state but im gonna give you the general protocol of things to make it a little less scary. Going to the hospital (all 3 times) was the best choice i could’ve made tbh. Im gonna give you the whole process. All of it may not apply to you depending on what the doctors say, but ill put it here anyway just in case

First you go to the ER. They will give you a bracelet with you name on it which can be dysphoria inducing if your name isnt legally changed. Sometimes it will also have your legal gender on it too. They will do intake (ask why youre there, blood pressure, weight, pulse) and then youll wait to be called. They may have a security guard sit near you if youre not with your parents (they might do that anyway though).

After this they will take you to a crisis unit. This may be called a Behavioral Health Unit instead of crisis, its the same thing. Here they will have you give them everything you have (cellphone, headphones, shoes, wallet, etc). They may also take your jewlery. Some places also will have you change into scrubs and they will take your clothes. They will have you change in a room but someone will likely need to watch you change in the room or they will look through a 2 way mirror. In this process they might also take your binder. The first time I explained why i needed to keep it and i cried a lot and begged. The next time i told them i will not take it off. The third time they didnt ask. They will also scan your body with a metal detector wand and possibly give you a patdown. If you are packing, they will have you remove it. I suggest not packing when you go to the ER.

They will bring you to a room that has a bed and walls. There also may be a door on the room, but no lock. Sometimes a bathroom is also attached to the room. You can usualy have a pillow and blanket. They may bring chairs in if your parents are allowed to stay with you (some places dont allow parents past a certian hour). They also can give you water and some food here of you ask (sometimes they will automatically offer if its a meal time). Here you will usually be asked to give a urine sample and they sometimes draw blood. There also may be a phone that you can use to make calls, so be sure to know peoples numbers.

Youll meet with a psychiatrist who will evaluate you. Expect questions about wanting to die or harm yourself, about hallucinations, about your mental health history, any medications youre on, and about being trans. The psychiatrist will then determine whether you are a threat to yourself or others. If you are, they will want to admit you. Depending on your insurance and where you live, you might get to pick which facility you go to. It is A LOT easier to consent to being admitted as a voluntary patient than it is to be involuntary (involuntary patients are forced to be there by court order). You will then be transported by ambulance to the psychiatric hospital. The psych hospital may be in the same building as the regular hospital, and in that case they will transport you by stretcher.

(Your parents may or may not be present for this depending on where you go) Once you arrive at the psych hospital, youll do intake again. They will take vitals and ask you a million questions about how youre feeling and what your history is. You may get misgendered a lot here. Correct them and be consistent even though its scary. You might also get a tour of the floor and have some thing explained to you. It will help in the long run. Because youre trans, the rooming situation might be weird. The first 2 times i was at a hospital that wasnt educated about trans stuff so i was forced into a single room because i was apparently a sexual predator bc im trans. The third time i was at a different hospital and they were a lot better. There i had a trans roommate, a girl, and a guy (we all kept switching rooms).

In the hospital, you might be one on one supervision until they decide you arent gonna harm yourself or others. Hospitals have a psychiatric nursing staff, psychiatrist, and different kinds of therapists and counselors. Youll probably have group therapy, one on one meeting with the doctor, family therapy or meetings, group activities like games or movies, coping skill groups, etc. You may also have school built into the schedule, where you can get work from your school sent to you or dropped off. (Nothing online, no computers). A theraputic teacher will be there to supervise and they may give assignments as well. Youll also have some free time to journal or watch tv or color. Your floor might also go outside. Meals are either in the cafeteria or on your unit. It depnds where you are and how safe you are. All of this really depends on where you are though. Your parents can also come visit and possibly friends or teachers or religious leaders. You can also make phone calls. Who is allowed to visit/call depends on the facility. They will keep you at the hospital until you are safe enough to go home. They will most likely put you on medication and have you see a therapist and psychiatrist after you go home. You may also have to do IOP, which is intensive outpatient therpay, where you go a few times a week to group therapy and individual counseling. You can refuse to go if you dont want to, but its suggested. IOP is really a hit or miss.


That’s basically the process. Another thing to mention is that your parents should bring you a bag of stuff. This should include clothes, hygeine stuff, towels, notebook, coloring book, books to read, schoowork, etc. Also be sure to have a sweatshirt and some long sleeves, as well as fuzzy socks or thick socks because it will be cold. You can’t have anything with strings so take them out before or the hospital will take them out or cut them off. The hospital will be able to tell what you can and cant have. Its different for each place. If you have specific concerns, be sure to vocalize them. I have severe allergies so I had to make sure i was allowed sheets and pillowcases and blankets from home or hypoallergenic ones from the hospital. I also needed to make sure i could have my own soap and shampoo and conditioner, as well as my lotions to keep my allergies calm. At one hospital i was automatically allowed all of that and at another i needed special permission. It all really depends on where you are.


I hope this was helpful. Going to the hospital is really scary, especially if its your first time, so being afraid is normal. My first time i cried for three days straight. Iam so proud of you for asking for help and i really hope you do go to the ER to get evaluated. If you (or anyone else) want to messgae me here or on my personal please do.

EDIT: I totally forgot to talk about HRT. If you are on testosteorne make sure they have it. I had to bring my own T pand estorgen blockers to one of the hospitals i was at. They let me do my shot myself, supervised of course. They also took me off of my blocers for 3 days because they had to get it approved by their pharmacy which was really stressful. The other hospital had my estorgen blockers there so it was fine, and my time there didnt fall of a T shot day. But they said they had it for if i ended up staying longer.

Stay safe


-Emmett

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Louis switching places with Harry is still one of my fave moments. He was so happy for Harry, I can’t imagine how much he cried watching Harry sing Two Ghosts, a song that’s obvious touchy for both of them, with one of his biggest idols. I imagine Harry feels the same when Louis meets with the people he admires (like when Louis met Pelé?! He was so happy, Harry definitely had the :< face for weeks haha)

Fitzsimmons Fanfic Contest Winners

Sorry for the delay! Here are the winners! :O 

Let me just start out by saying that I wanted to let everyone win, cause all of your fanfics were amazing. It left me thinking for days and I spent a lot of time trying to choose…. 

But it’s a contest, and that means I had to pick winners. Congrats to those listed below! And thank you so much to everyone who participated! I loved all of your fanfics <3

1. The Say What Award- How do you mend a broken bone? by @the-nerdy-stjarna
When I chose this prompt, I had an idea in my mind for what I wanted to write about. I knew if I were given this prompt, I would have written about Fitz’s father. And this fic takes that, but does it in such an interesting and unexpected way that I was left speechless. Also it’s super angsty. :D 

2. The AU Award- at least, now, I have you here with me (nothing else matters) by @for-within-the-hollow-crown 
This is such a beautifully written AU and I may or may not have cried just a little (mostly out of joy, I swear). It’s super cute and also really does capture the Fitzsimmons relationship accurately and stunningly! Please please go and read it!!! 

3. Best Overall Angst- we’ve survived more (but I want to live) by @agentcalliope
I’m a sucker for post!Framework fics, and this was one of the best ones that I’ve ever read. (Also, it has a really amazing sort of companion fluff fic that goes along with it thats super good too!) 

4. Best Overall Fluff- Feel the Burn (or Ice is Nice) by @theresalwaysaway
This was one of the cutest most fluffiest things I have ever read. I love it so much!!! (Plus where I live is super hot, so I related to that aspect as well hahah) 

5. Laugh Till You Cry Award (Or now known as…. Sob until you feel hopeful warm fuzzies award)- Pods by @poursuislesetolies
This was more of a sob until you feel super warm fuzzy feelings, but this fanfic was so good it definitely deserved the award. Angsty with a happy ending, this fic will leave you feeling warm inside (but not before ripping your heart out haha). 

Here’s the prizes list! Winners contact me and let me know what you want me to write and read! 

1. One fanfic written by me. You can prompt me almost anything related to Fitzsimmons, and custom it based on your desire.
2. A shout out on my Tumblr to almost 5,000 followers :D (That’s on this post here…. so you’ve already received this prize! xD) 
3. A review on another fanfic of yours. I will read a chapter and let you know what I think. If you haven’t written anything else, we can see what other things I have to offer you :D