i miss the master

anonymous asked:

To be perfectly honest… I don't feel like Phoenix is the same person anymore. I mean, his 3D model is so different from his sprites, and he acts so different… I don't hate it, but I can't see a link between Trilogy Phoenix and Present Phoenix. It honestly makes me want to remake the newer games.

Time skip Phoenix is definitely different, but it’s understandable given the whole losing his badge thing. And I do love trilogy Phoenix more, too! But with aging comes growth: Theres no way that from 26 to 35 Phoenix is going to have the exact same personality, experiences change people. All we can do is reminisce about young Phoenix and hope old Phoenix slowly reverts back to his original dorky self.

Getting really close to finishing my categorized master list of rebelcaptain fanfic recommendations (maybe ready to post Monday afternoon?). Of course, I keep reading new, amazing fics, so I have to add those in, too. Still tweaking the categories, but I’m pleased with the addition of these new ones: Friends with benefits, except they’re totally in love and lying to themselves; Cassian is a cop and Jyn is shady AF.

I have about 73 recommendations…may try to get an even 100 though before I post. With the number and quality of fics out there though, I don’t doubt I could get there this week. That said, anyone want to hit me up with some recs that I might have missed so far in my master list? Drop a note in my inbox if you do (with a link, too, if possible).

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I feel like that heart fluttering feeling is the most enjoyable part of life. I think that sort of thrill is the most fun part of life. However it seems like that thrill and that joy only come when you’ve prepared well. Before you go off on an adventure you have to plan meticulously, of course. I enjoy adventures and challenges, but I get afraid once I try to make my move, so I become cautious.” (2015) 

The conversation that Sherlock and Karim are having in this scene is amazing and I didn’t pick up on it until tonight.

Sherlock: Mr. Baker, that completes the set.
Karim: No, it does not.
Sherlock: Well, who else am I missing?
Karim: Master Bun, it’s not a set without him. How many more times Mr.Sherlock?

Mr.Baker is Sherlock, and Master Bun is John. This is a conversation about how they aren’t complete without each other.

Karim saying ‘How many more times?’ is directly referencing all of the times they’ve been separated. How many more times before they get it right and figure out they are a pair and need to stay together?

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- You shouldn’t tease her, Poirot!
- She makes it irresistible.

Jason Todd: Family and Fiancé

Imagine having a family dinner with the Batfam and they’re more than surprised to find out you’re Jason’s fiancé.

Warnings: Swearing

Prompt: “Where Jason shows up to the manor for family dinner with a girl and it’s the batfams first time meeting her and it turns out she’s Jason’s fiancé and they’d been dating for years but no one knew”

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Today was the day, the night that could potentially scar you for life according to Jason Todd. Meeting his family for dinner was definitely a nerve wracking situation that you’d both avoided for as long as possible but Jason had decided seeing them was inevitable, so fully equipped with exciting news the two of you found yourselves standing in front of the exquisite entrance to Wayne Manor.
Seconds later, the door was opened and you were greeted by none other than Alfred.
“Ah Master Jason, Miss (y/n) I’m glad you could make it. Please come in.” The butler politely welcomed with a smile.
“Is that Jaybird?” An unfamiliar voice echoed from behind the butler.

“Jaybird?” You repeated to Jason, who stood beside you and he easily detected the mischief in your tone.
“Uh yeah, a nickname of mine around here.”
“Oh I’m definitely remembering that one!” Came your upbeat voice, clearly pleased with your new discovery.
The stranger that soon came in view turned out to be a raven haired male, slightly shorter than Jason but he wore a charming smile.
“Woah, I’m Dick Grayson - and you’re (y/n) was it? Such a beautiful name.” The stranger addressed cheerfully, he was good looking -you’d give him that.
With that he gently kissed your left hand, expression faltering for a second. Before you could even react Jason had basically tackled him, a string of curse words leaving his lips based on his brother’s previous action - of course they were only messing around. You didn’t question when Jason went chasing after his brother since he could get a little hot headed sometimes, this left you with none other than Damian Wayne and Alfred, the former you’d recognised from the newspapers.

“Are you Jason’s significant other?” The boy asked, straight to the point just as Jason had described.
“That I am, and you’re Damian Wayne if I’m not mistaken. Pleased to meet you, my name is (y/n) (l/n).” Was your casual response, offering a hand as a greeting.
Damian had a surprisingly firm handshake but you expected nothing less from the son of Bruce Wayne who you had yet to meet.
“Well I respect you for being able to put up with Todd for so long (l/n). Would you like me to show you to the lounge to meet the others whilst Pennyworth prepares our meal?” Damian asked, of course making sure to insult his brother in the process.
“Please, that’d be great considering Jason had just disappeared on me.” You replied gratefully, allowing the boy to lead you through his home.
“That’s a common trait in our family, trust me.” Damian muttered, his tone as emotionless as ever.

Meanwhile, Dick had managed to get Jason wrapped up in a family discussion concerning the ring you wore on you left hand, a ring that suggested you were either married or engaged. The family had seemed bewildered once Dick told them after bursting into the room, Jason following with a bored expression that only morphed into a glare once Dick opened his mouth. Unfortunately he was unable to get a word in once the whole Batfam had insinuated you were cheating on your partner because the idea of Jason proposing never once crossed their minds - this was the first time they’d even met you, Jason would introduce his partner to them beforehand. Jason and yourself obviously knew different.

“Jason! She’s a married woman, she’s cheating on someone - that’s not a good thing.” Bruce sternly voiced, deciding against beating around the bush.
“Ok, first off she’s not married - (y/n) is engaged and secondly -” Jason tried, a feeble attempt at explaining your situation before he was interrupted.
“Right because being engaged makes it that much better? Jason how could you bring (y/n) along knowing about this?” Bruce groaned, fully aware of how irrational his son could be at times.
“Wow Bruce. As funny as this is, I’m gonna have to put a stop to it. I know (y/n) is engaged since we’ve been together for years and I brought her along because I love her and wanted you to meet her.” Your fiancé began for a second time.
Years?! Oh boy, that’s great but I bet (y/n) says ‘I love you’ to her fiancé every night and look where we are now.” Tim concluded, gesturing with hands to emphasise his point.
“They’re right, I do say that actually.” Came your calm tone as you made your presence to the minor dispute well known, you came to a stop beside Jason. Damian letting out a sigh due to his families antics.

“(Y/n)…” Cassandra mindfully acknowledged in the midst of the chaos, holding out her hand as a from of greeting, she’d yet to meet you so why not now.
“Are you two sure about this? I get that you’re happy but it’s not fair on her fiancé.” The eldest brother, Dick, continued after your attention was momentarily distracted.
“I’m pretty sure he’s ok with it to be honest.” You grinned, a hint of sarcasm laced your voice as you looked to Jason for reassurance.
“What?! You’re engaged and he’s alright with this?” Tim practically squeaked whilst frantically gesturing between yourself and Jason.
“For fucks sake! (Y/n) is engaged to me.”

The whole room fell silent as they took in the new information in an awestruck fashion, it would be an understatement to say they were shocked - Jason was the last person they’d expect to get engaged.
Dick was the first to break the silence as he broke out into sparkling grin to engulf you both in an enthusiastic hug.
“Congratulations! That’s great Jay, I’m so happy for you both and sorry for uh - you know - jumping to conclusions but it’s really nice to meet you (y/n), good job at keeping Jaybird here in check!” Dick praised, excitement ringing through his voice after the genuine apology whilst the others still remained in a state of confusion.
“How come we’ve never met (y/n) before, you could’ve at least introduced us Jason.” Tim complained as he shook your hand, giving you a brief smile before turning his attention back to his brother.
“Can you blame me? I didn’t want to scare (y/n) away, especially with Demon Spawn over there.” Jason muttered, sending a glare to the youngest who was basically analysing you at this point until he heard the unoriginal insult thrown at him.

With a light nudge from yourself, you’d gained your fiancé’s attention as well as that of his family, you were new and none of them knew you as a person yet making everything you did stand out in some way.
“Back off Jay, Damian has been nothing but polite this evening and besides they couldn’t scare me away after all the shit you and I have been through.” You defended the youngest of the family with ease, despite knowing exactly what he was capable of.
“(Y/n) whose side are you on? Remember who you’re marrying here.” Your fiancé cut in, his tone holding a hint of amusement, Damian simply smirked.
“Well Jaybird, according to your family it’s not you.” Your response was half hearted, receiving a laugh from Jason and a few of the other family members but of course they felt a pang of guilt zip through them.

Though you were joking, the rest of the family had realised their mistake and started to feel responsible, except Damian who had miraculously taken a liking to you in recent minutes.
“I would like to apologise for jumping to conclusions (y/n), it’d be best to start afresh so it’s nice to finally meet you. And congratulations of course.” Bruce started, offering you his hand, his statement was soon followed by a string of apologies from your future in-laws.
“Don’t worry about it, I suppose it’ll be a great story to tell the kids -” You cheerfully responded, before you were cut off that is.
“Oh my god! Don’t tell me you guys have children - that’s so cute! I’m basically an auntie!” Came the joyful voice of Stephanie, Bruce’s face significantly paling whilst Dicks in contrast completely lit up at the news.
No, we don’t have children, (y/n) is not pregnant - it was just a figure of speech, now please can we go and eat?!” Jason exasperatedly groaned, putting an end to his family’s assumptions.

Soon you were all seated at the dinner table, a delicious looking meal prepared by Alfred set in front of you, casual conversation filled the air with members of the family shooting questions at both you and Jason every so often regarding your relationship.
“How has your fiancé, Master Jason been treating you Miss (y/n)?” The butler kindly inquired whilst pouring you a beverage.
“Eh, he’s actually amazing Alfred, you clearly rubbed off on him.” You replied, earning a smile from the elderly man as the table suddenly became silent.

“Wait - you told Alfred and not us?” Dick stammered, realising that Alfred wasn’t in the room previously where this matter was discussed so would of been oblivious to the situation plus he knew you by name before you’d even introduced yourself.
Duh.” Jason smugly answered, relishing in the families astonishment and displeasure.

when you think about all of the burned episodes of Doctor Who that may never get recovered and all of the wonderful acting that’s probably lost forever

Fanfiction - Our Shared Skin (College AU)

So I had a couple of hours to spare these last few days (kind of *cof*) and needing to cheer myself up, I decided to allow myself some writing. And so a chapter of College AU was born! This one features something very dear to @outlanderedandoverhere‘s heart – I hope you can spot it Master Seamstress! God, how I missed this! See you on the other side my loves, as long as it takes. <3

All previous stuff is here.

Our Shared Skin

“If Mrs. Fitz finds us doing this, please be kind enough to slice my throat.” Claire moaned. “I don’t think I would survive the embarrassment.”

“Do ye want me to stop?” Jamie asked, his voice breathless, and she felt his wicked smile against the sensitive skin of her thigh. “I dinna wish to go over yer morals, mo nighean donn. But ye looked so lovely with yer hair curling about yer face, biting yer lip while ye read yer wee book…I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Jamie…” She hummed, as he lightly bit her in a provocative way. “Morals are so overrated. But I never dreamt of being shagged in the Philosophy section of the library.”

Jamie came up and kissed her burning lips, his hands seeking the comforting grip of her bottom, squeezing it in a possessive way.

“It’s the most secluded area. Seems like no one cares for Socrates and Nietzsche anymore.” He gave her an amused look, his blue eyes blazing with mischief behind the black frame of his eyeglasses. “Would ye prefer somewhere riskier, is that it? A bit of danger to perk things up?”

“I’d think this is dangerous enough.” Claire puffed, giggling as he kissed a ticklish spot on her neck. “People are sitting just there, barely twenty feet away from us. But seems a bit disrespectful for ye to be grabbing my arse just in front of these great minds.”

“Ye can close yer eyes and think of something else.” Jamie’s hands roamed to her waist, swiftly lifting her jumper just enough so he could insert his hands against her heated skin. “As long as ye dinna think of anyone else.” He added on second thought.

She snorted, her hands taking hold of the shelf behind her, as he pressed his body against her. She could feel the intensity of his arousal and it wasn’t helping her recover reasonable thinking. They had been doing a study marathon, as their midterm exams were approaching – the library was crawling with desperate and borderline maniac students. She was fairly anxious herself; her readings were very behind after spending time at Lallybroch and supporting Jamie after his father’s passing. But she had caught Jamie - looking beautiful and incandescent amongst the chaos of pens, books and highlighters - staring at her in an intent manner, as if she was already naked in front of him. He had smiled and had given her one dark look above the rim of the eyeglasses he now used for reading and she had been powerless to resist the urge to an impromptu make out session.

“God, I want ye sae badly.” His accent was getting thicker by the minute, a clear indication of the loss of any control he had left. He brushed his lips against her earlobe, whispering, while he caressed her breast with a dextrous hand. “Between Geillis and Ian tagging along, I barely touched ye for a week. I think I’m going mad.”

“You seemed to survive well enough in abstinence for almost twenty years.” She laughed, her hands gripping his broad shoulders. “And now you can’t go a week without having sex?”

“Aye.” Jamie groaned. “Survive is the accurate word. And it’s far easier to live without something, when ye dinna really ken what ye’re missing. Now that I know what is like to lay with you…” He shook his head with fervour. “I can’t stand being without it.”

He kissed her lips - their tongues colliding like meteors in the sky, sparkles falling to the stratosphere like alien fireworks - and they swayed, their efforts supported by the solid bookcase behind them.

“What if someone comes?” Claire asked weakly, but her traitorous fingers were already fumbling with his trousers, searching to release him to meet her need.

“I’m sure any lad would give one good look at ye and be in complete solidarity with my reckless actions.” Jamie answered, as he lifted her in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He moved his hand to take off his eyeglasses before they came between them in their exertions, but Claire stopped him.

“No.” She blushed. “Leave them on. It’s quite…different. Intriguing.”

He laughed and slid inside her with the vibration of his body, making them moan against each other’s mouths. Jamie started to move inside her, Claire in a perilous equilibrium between his own body and the books behind her. Her nostrils were filled with the smell of him, apples and sandalwood, mixed with the dust of books too long asleep, craving for the touch of a reader.

“What did you say?” He gasped in her ear, moving ever so faster, ever so deeper. Claire had her eyes wide open, dreamily fixed on the ancient ceiling, as if it would rip itself open to show her the stars she was about to reach.

Wisdom begins in wonder.” She sighed. “Socrates.”

“In that case, Sassenach…” Jamie hummed. “Ye shall make me the wisest man that ever was.”

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Jamie opened his eyes, immediately feeling that Claire wasn’t beside him. She had fallen asleep locked in his arms the night before, after making love – both thoroughly enjoying the opportunity of having Jamie’s room to themselves, as Ian was visiting Jenny for the weekend.

He twisted his neck and watched as Claire exited the adjoining bathroom, leaning hesitantly against the doorframe.

“What are ye doing up? Get back to bed, mo ghraidh.” Jamie grumbled in a sleepy voice, lazily waving his hand to the space next to him.

Claire slowly walked to him, hugging her slim body with her arms, as if to shield herself. She was wearing one of his oversized blue sweatshirts, his favourite outfit for her - he loved to watch her in them, knowing she felt safe surrounded by his perfume, intimate enough to wear them without asking for his consent. It marked her as his. It meant he was hers.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her foot nervously dangling in the air, watching as his eyes fought against sleep, peeking curiously at her.

“Jamie.” She finally said. “Jamie, I’m late.”

“How can ye be late, lass?” He smiled, giving his luminous alarm clock a quick glance. “It’s barely dawn. I still have a couple of hours before practice, so…”

“Not that.” She gulped and gave him a helpless look. Her voice came out low but quick, as if she was about to burst with the words that were forming inside her. “My period is late.”

Well, if she ever needed to wake him from deep slumber that would do the trick nicely enough – he reacted like a man called to arms, sitting up like a jack-in-the-box.

“Late?” He breathed out, his hand immediately searching hers. “Are ye sure?”

“Yes.” Claire answered, nervously playing with his fingers. “I’m one of those eerily regular women. It’s just a couple of days but…” She looked into his eyes, seeking his understanding and support. “It had never happened before.”

“But we were careful.” Jamie whispered, lacing his fingers with hers. But, as he said the words, all colour was draining from his cheeks. “Well, maybe in Lallybroch we…hm…”

“Yes. And in the library too.” Clare brushed the mass of wild curly hair away from her face. “We were in a bit of a hurry.”

“Aye.” Jamie swallowed hard, his fingers brushing her face, wrinkles of concern forming on the corners of his mouth. “It’s all my fault, Claire. It was my responsibility to make sure ye were safe.”

“No, it wasn’t.” She shook her hands, her bottom lip quivering. “I’m a medical student, Jamie. And the more experienced one here. I can’t blame you for this – I should have known better. I should have started taking a birth control pill right away.”

“Claire.” He said in a soft voice and his fingers tilted her chin, making sure she met his gaze. “We are together, aye? We share the joy, the passion and the pleasure – we must share the hardships. Yer blame is my blame, mo nighean donn.” He kissed her palm and then her slightly crooked little finger, which he always found so endearing.

“I’m scared, Jamie.” Claire admitted, their fingers entwining together. “If I’m pregnant…everything will change. We are both in college, for Christ’s sake! How would we raise a child?” She finished heatedly, tears shining in her amber eyes.

“I will take care of ye.” Jamie grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to his embrace, her face coming to rest on the curve of his neck. He was still warm and tender from sleep, the hair on his nape slightly moist – he felt like home embodied on a male figure. “That I promise ye, Claire. No matter what happens – I’ll see that ye and the child are well taken care of.”

“But you have classes too and the team!” She protested, struggling a little against his soothing arms, desperately trying to make him understand the magnitude of the hopelessness she was feeling, her insides crashing and revolting like an angry sea creature.

“I’ll drop out if I must.” He said serious, his thumb brushing her cheek. “I’ll get a job - maybe even two - to earn enough for the wean and for keeping you in yer studies.”

“I can’t let you do that!” She protested vehemently. “This is your dream and…”

“No.” He stopped her, kissing the top of her head. “I like it well enough and would feel bad to leave it. But no, this is not my dream – a life with you is. But ye, my Claire…” He smiled, tenderness and pride shining in his eyes. “Ye need to be a doctor. Ye were born one, long before ye came here. I won’t let ye lose that part of yourself, that we both cherish so much.”

“Jamie.” She said, looking into his eyes, tenderness and devotion filling the black hole of fear inside her heart. “I do love you.”

“I ken that.” He smiled, his hands burying themselves on the mass of her hair. “As I love ye.”

“But a baby…” She almost sobbed against him. “It’s too soon. We are still getting to know each other. We haven’t even talked about it - if we would like to have children one day.”

Jamie glanced at her and scooted to lie down, taking her with him. His big and warm hand roamed across her body and gently came to rest on her still flat belly.

“I never thought of myself as a father.” He admitted. He moved his hand – just enough, like a question of the flesh – and Claire couldn’t help but to feel a strange sense of certainty, of something greater than her falling into its rightful place; like the palm of his hand had belonged there since forever, sheltering the invisible child that was nothing but a possibility living in her mind and in his heart. “But yer child…I could love. Yer child I would want, with every breath that exists in my body.” He finished with a husky voice.

“I’ll buy a test.” Claire whispered. “And I’ll do it tonight.”

“Aye.” He nodded, their foreheads coming to rest together on the pillow. “And I’ll be here, next to ye – right where I belong.”