i never knew that is back

can we just address the cold dread merle must have felt for the second after taako left his body to help magnus? canon never mentions how merle knows that taako is in another plane - obviously clint knew what was happening and we can explain it as merle recognizing taako casting magic

but i bet there was a moment - just a moment - when merle sees taako crumple (the friend he just spent 40 hit points trying to heal, but more importantly the friend that knows he’s sometimes an asshole and sticks around anyway) and looks back to magnus’s possessed body as edward twists his face into an unnatural smile, and wonders if the team he’s so jealously guarded his place in now consists of just sorry old him


[A/N: Posting my first songfic today. I love this a lot. It’s Pidgance/Plance. Someone tag Bex.]

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The light was red when I pulled out my phone and hovered above a blank text. I knew what I wanted to say - everything I shouldn’t. I cry in apologies for the parts of me I give away, for I know I love in just as many hearts. From the moment you entered my thoughts, I knew there was no way that the clouds would visit without a warrant to feel the wind press my toes together, and cultivate a promise out of lips that haven’t moved since I kissed your name. Missing you starts in the movement of my tongue, in the dry patches of my smile that only glow when I cover your voice with a highlighted hello to remember for later. Missing you starts when I know I’ll love you forever, though you’re never coming back.

moonlight-sundown  asked:

I shall help you out, friend :) Also another question! What inspired you for Wildtale to come au?

Thank you kindly :’3 

And I’m flattered you asked~ :3 

My AU Wildtale was actually from a wild nightmareish dream I had seeing my wild!sans huge than a polar bear and story that came in new years 2016 which sprung the idea of his reference design to be. -

((This may be unnecessary to say but no, don’t get any wrong ideas. Its not and has nothing to do with dreamtale, in fact, I never knew that au till I came with a group in August 2016 and I wasn’t interested due to the dreamtale artists’ poor behavior or so I’ve been told to stay clear away. Plus the fact, mine came first before hers truthfully, I seen the month difference in her blog and mine. Funny thing though.. she was getting upset behind my back telling others that I named my Nightshade that she thinks I stole the name of her NightmareSans, which in fact, is very wrong at the very least. I had previously named him Shadow!Sans but due do people claiming the name, I wanted to change it so that it’s original and thought to call him Shade!Sans. But then afterwards, Nightshade was a name of a poisonous plant that my mom wanted me to look up and that name came to the idea (Nightshade is also not Sans but another oc skeleton that I developed) plus I was curious to look up her blog when she made her sans and mine came a month before hers. My Daylight!Sans also came a month before her dream!sans too. But since I can’t really prove the month difference due her deleting her account, there’s nothing to prove. And really it’s more than likely they have a HUGE difference in personalities despite their looks or names. Also no I’m not calling anyone out nor having unnecessary arguments. How she came to be popular, I don’t give a damn and not interested either way. I’ll leave it at that.)) 

– However! Some inspiring aus I took a liking to was firstly: GZtale by @golzy aka the floof king and secondly Aftertale by loverofpigges aka the crayon queen. 

Also planning I couldn’t make time for drawing my wildtale comic these last two years or so on because I was having a partner comic from February 2016 and was hard doing two things at once. So writing it out and planning it all throughout the two years with wildtale and a month before leading of deciding to quit the partner comic, I have to say it’s better than I was previously going for. 

Thank you for the question :3

In Focus | Promptis Week | Day 1


Yes, I realize I’m a week late to the party but hurricanes and stuff happen so here I am making up for lost time. I can’t NOT write about my boys, after all! 

Day 1Realization - The Moment They Knew it Was Love // Ten Years Later
Rated: T for kisses
Word Count: 1,207
Summary: Noctis wasn’t sure he could pinpoint exactly when it happened, but it was as natural as falling over. 
Bonus: Inspiration Track

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From the moment he felt the soft jolt of a hand pressed on his back and was reintroduced to the dazzling smile that belonged solely to the shy blond with glasses, Noctis knew his life would never be the same. Back then, he felt hopeful, as though the answer to a silent, desperate plea for someone to save him from closing in on himself had been placed before him.

Prompto was exactly what he had been looking for. He was the friend that stayed up late eating junk food with him while they took turns switching between grinding their characters and reading the strategy guide. He was the one that Noctis called when he needed to get out of his apartment and wanted company in the middle of the night. He was the idiot that stuck by him and didn’t tease him when his eyes lit up at the sight of fireflies in the park during the summer.

Before long, his days ran together. Every second spent with Prompto, laughing, being lazy, and simply being beside him was a metaphorical drop of sunshine into his steadily filling jar of glass. Too many nights had passed where Noctis lie awake, staring at the stars out his window, wondering if Prompto’s jar was slowly filling with stars, and he cursed at himself for thinking about his best friend the way waxing poets thought about lovers. He tossed and turned, sleep avoiding him as much as it could. When Noctis did sleep, however, his dreams were alight with Prompto’s smile, and they would laugh before pressing their lips together. Come morning, Noctis could still feel the tingle left behind, and his fingers shook as he touched them gently.

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ghost: a rebelcaptain fic

“I have a terrible feeling,” she said, clutching her kyber crystal in her fist. “You know you can tell me anything.”

He tried to make it light, because it would be a long time, and in a terrible place, but it was madness to hand that weight to her.

“I’m a spy, Jyn. You always knew what I was.”

“And you told me I’m different,” she mumbled, wounded, and he knew her flaring distrust sometimes wove alongside his own. They usually coexisted peacefully, but sometimes conflicted. And the conflict was over things they both needed, so they never resolved easily, just untangled and kept going. 

“There are always going to be things I can’t tell you,” he murmured before leaving. He stroked her hair off of her forehead. Kissed the worry gathering at her brow.

He could deal with all that when he came back.

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adamcansuckme  asked:

Barty sweetie have you thought of the possibility the letter your father received was Sybill writing under the name of a Hogwarts teacher to get back at you like she said she would?

Barty: Yeah, probably.  I also got called into Albus’s office today because I’ve been accused of “inappropriately touching” her….


Barty: I never knew people acted like this when they got dumped… maybe I’ve been doing it wrong all these years…


Kelly’s POV

I stared intently back at him, my cheeks becoming redder by the moment. I knew it was him the moment he looked me in the eye. I was hoping to run into him here. After all, it’s Summer and Newcrest is a tiny town. The kids around here never go anywhere outside of the town. I figured if I waited long enough, I could run into him. However, after all these years of waiting to finally see him again, he was standing right there and I had no idea what to say. It didn’t help that Akira was huffing a lot.

“Kelly,” he said slowly, stepping closer. “I-”

“I think it’s time to go,” Akira interrupted, still glaring at Sebastian. “You look worn after all that excitement.”

“Just wait a minute,” Sebastian said frantically. “Red.”

My heart instantly skipped a beat as I remembered my first kiss with the same guy standing in front of me now. I stepped away from Akira and closer to Sebastian, my hands shaking. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little flustered. I don’t know what to say to you.”

He chuckled. “You said something then.” I looked deeply into his eyes, my smile growing. “I’m sorry I never came back. It was hard to get away from home after that. They had security guards follow me everywhere. They said they were afraid for my safety because I kept leaving the sanctity of Newcrest. I wanted to go back, though.”

“I know,” I said as I gingerly shifted my weight back and forth. “It’s okay, Sebastian. I’m just glad we could meet again.”

Stepping closer and took my hands. “Let’s hang out sometime. I have a car now and more freedom. I can pick you up and take you anywhere.”

“What!?” Akira shouted.

“Yes!” I said at the same time, ignoring the infinite glare on Akira’s face.

With a half grin, Sebastian pulled me into a hug. “I can’t wait.” Akira continued to stare at us, but neither one of us paid him any mind. I melted against Sebastian with a stupid look on my face because at last, I finally had my best friend back!


anonymous asked:

helloooo! can i request for jongup's reaction to the girl he likes (whom he's been coming across with at a dance studio they both frequent, like they always cross paths but never interact) accidentally confessing to him that she likes him? thank you!! 💗

He saw you basically every day, sometimes greeting, but never anything else. To say it like that, he would be definitely surprised and a little freaked out. He didn’t even know your name, but apparently you knew enough about him to get feelings. You just walked through the hallway, having a phone call with your mum.

“No mum, I have not asked him out yet.”

“Moon Jongup.”

He just stood there, giving you an awkward smile. “Hey.”

“I will call you back later.”

It really depends. Maybe he will ask you out for dinner, just to know you better and then judging about his feelings.

Originally posted by daehyunny

                                    No 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝑘 𝑦𝔬𝔲
                     I never knew what 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝒆 felt like
                                                                 I want to go back to that
               Fᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ and your ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟʏ ɪɴ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ bullshit


You don’t even have to try and you break my heart and put it back together all at the same time. I didn’t think we were that close - I never really felt like you were the person I could go to about a lot of things. I didn’t really think you’d understand. But wow. I’ve never seen you so open with anyone before. And you chose me. And I’ve never been so happy about something so potentially heart breaking. I knew I liked you last time around, but I’ve been much more hesitant towards you this time. And I think the fact that you chose me brought a lot of it back. And we talked about everything, except we never approached that subject. Maybe we should’ve. We probably should’ve. Mostly because I need to find where I’m at. And a lot of that could be where you’re at. Because I didn’t know until too late last time. 

Let’s not make that mistake this time. I’m in if you are.


jake peralta doing IT for/because of amy santiago

I can see people’s auras… and it’s a curse.

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Yes, I can see people’s auras.

And I hate saying it so bluntly. It makes me sound like some hack psychic who fakes the ability as a means of exploitation and a paycheck. I’ve never made money from my ability. I’ve never taken advantage of it. And, until now, I’ve never spoken of it to anybody.

But I really do see them, and I’m starting to view it as more of a curse. I have a reason for typing this out and I assure you, there isn’t a happy ending.

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Let’s be strangers again. Like we never knew each other, as if we’ve never been lovers. Think of me as someone who doesn’t know you personally. Spilled out everything that hurts you. Tell me about your heartbreaks and all the things that suffocating you. I’ll listen to all of the things you’ve done in the past not caring if it will change my perspective or not. Tell me, how it hurts. And how much it pains you. As if you’re talking to someone you thought you’ll never see again. As if you knew your secrets will still be safe. Let us go back to our beginnings. Let us walk towards the start. Let us be unknown to each other once more. Maybe we will fall in love with each other after it all.
—  ma.c.a // I love to believe that “Maybe”
Model Teddy Quinlivan comes out as transgender
She felt “a great sense of urgency” to speak out in America's current climate.

Model Teddy Quinlivan came out this week as a transgender woman, saying the current political climate inspired her to be public about her gender identity.

Now 23, Teddy says she began her transition at age 16, but has been presenting as a cisgender woman in the fashion world for fear of hurting her career. But a growing number of transgender models have paved the way for inclusion and acceptance in the industry, and she felt the time was right.

The 23-year-old Massachusetts native, who also walked for the likes of Carolina Herrera and Diane Von Furstenberg this week, said she felt “a great sense of urgency” given a recent spate of anti-trans violence, as well as the various ways in which President Donald Trump’s administration has rolled back rights for transgender Americans.

“We made an amazing progression under the Obama administration, and since the new administration took office there’s been a kind of backlash,” she said. “There’s been violence against transgender people ― particularly transgender women of color ― since before I even knew what transgender was. I’m very fortunate to be in [a] position [that] I never really thought I would be. It’s really important to take advantage of a time like this.” […]

“I think one of the ways we can help people in the trans community is to give them a platform,” she told CNN. “The fashion industry dictates what’s in fashion, what’s cool, what’s acceptable. It’s not just about who’s walking fashion shows … it’s about who’s on every newsstand in the country.”

Congratulations and thank you for this important moment, Teddy. 

“Freed in the Rain” - Miraculous Ladybug Soulmates AU Fanfic

Guys, I wrote my very first solo ML fanfic!  I usually only do the drawings for fanfic collaborations but this time I wanted to try doing both!  I wrote it for @chocoluckchipz‘s birthday!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUCKY!!!  @maerynn-blog, @kryallaorchid, @midnightstarlightwrites and myself wrote oneshots all with a Soulmates AU theme.  Here it is on Ao3 (I wrote Chapter 4)  

Author’s Notes:  Everyone knew that if you had a soulmate, you would know them by the first time you touched.  Skin-to-skin contact would show you all of your soulmate’s memories, and would result in an immediate bond and passionate fidelity.

“I’ve never been to school before.  I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of new to me.”  Adrien shrugged sheepishly and turned back towards Marinette.

He smiled, holding his umbrella out to her.

An olive branch, she realized. An invitation to start over.  Marinette thought back of how quickly and harshly she misjudged him; he was but another victim of her tendency to act first and act questions later.

He hadn’t deserved such treatment and here he was, taking the initiative to make things right. Her stomach fluttered, and had she not been so tongue-tied she would have apologized, but nothing came out.

A crash of thunder brought her back from her reverie and she blinked.

She hesitantly lifted her hand, wavered for a moment, then their hands brushed together as the umbrella was exchanged.

Thousands of words and feelings came rushing towards them at once, so sudden and overwhelming that they fell helpless to its current, a tumultuous river of events and places. They could not tear their eyes away from each other, the realization of what was occurring rooting them to the spot, otherwise they might have collapsed right then and there from the shock.

The world ceased to be, and all that existed was a boy and a girl.  A cacophony of voices and emotions surrounded them, unheard to anyone else, accompanied by the quiet spattering of early autumn rain.

Adrien felt warmth. The smell of butter and sugar, the taste of hot chocolate and cinnamon. Lingering embraces, playful pats on the head, a mother’s love and comfort. Strong arms and tight hugs, excited hollers, mashing buttons on videogame controllers. A homey, comfortable bedroom, a haven from the world. Pinpricks on fingertips, the act of plunging into an artistic frenzy, and the satisfaction from when a creation turned out just right. Tripping, slipping, stumbling here and there, always seeming to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Numerous insecurities, the bullying and mocking from a sneering face he knew very well. Overwhelming self doubt as a certain pair of earrings was hidden away in a drawer. Gentle hands on her shoulders, encouraging words, and a reassuring smile from a black clad teammate. The surge of newfound confidence as she purified corruption and evil in the form of a black butterfly.

Marinette felt cold. Countless faceless figures staring, prodding, scrutinizing, empty praises, blinding flashes and camera shutters. A stunning woman with golden hair and emerald eyes, once a source of comfort, gone. The constant feeling of loneliness, abandonment and despair. The infrequent acknowledgement from the one man he wanted to please the most. His large, empty bedroom, a glass prison meticulously outfitted just for him and his boundless solitude. The feeling of the crisp air in his lungs and the burning in his legs from the very first time he sprinted and jumped across Parisian rooftops to see how fast he could go. The thrill of watching the girl in red who was meant to be his other half, brilliant and beautiful, rescuing his childhood friend from certain death, formulating ingenious strategies, and defeating a magical giant made of stone.  Sheer pride at seeing her succeed against her fears and become not just a hero, but a symbol of goodness. The love brimming within his heart, spilling over into what used to be emptiness. How can such a broken heart still house such great love and kindness?  Her eyesight became blurred by tears, unbidden and unstoppable.

It lasted merely an instant but it felt like a lifetime, and the teens pulled away from each other as if they’d been shocked by electricity.   Neither made a move but continued to stare, the tears kept flowing, and Adrien choked back a sob.  

They had found each other.  Partners, yes, but also something more.  

The light to his darkness.

The calm to her chaos.

Something rare and wonderful had been gifted to them and fate had allowed them to meet and become complete.  

Marinette jolted forward, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist as tightly as she was able, wanting to offer whatever solace she could, the comfort and love he so desperately needed, fiercely determined to try to make up for all those years of neglect and loneliness.

He clung to her as if she would disappear at any moment, almost convinced that this was too good to be true, too wonderful, too miraculous.

Feelings of protectiveness and devotion consumed him, not understanding how he could harbor such intense love for someone he didn’t know.  But he did know her, and she knew him.

More than anyone else in the world ever did.

The umbrella lay forgotten on the pavement as the two teens embraced in the rain, not noticing or caring that they were getting drenched, for the love that was shared between them was more than enough to keep them warm.