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Reveling in Richonne

#98: The Relief (7x16)

This moment. 😭 Y’all this moment was one of the most beautifully raw and emotional Richonne moments to date. It was our last bit of Richonne dialogue for season 7 and it was so special.

I knew the season 7 finale would be emotional just from the first few seconds when Sasha is listening to Donny Hathaway’s “Someday We’ll All Be Free” and I was hit right in my African American feels. 😋

(Side note: Sonequa really did her thing this season and I’m glad her talent really got to shine before she left. 👏🏽👏🏽)

Losing Sasha was already really sad but then they gotta put this scene in with Richonne and Carl cuz again, TWD has no chill. And I’m so glad they had this scene cuz it made it crystal clear how deeply, deeply in love Rick and Michonne are. 😭

Y'all this was such a moving scene so we have to break it all the way down. 👌🏽

So first you see Michonne leaned up against the wall looking pretty beat up. This was so sad to see cuz you know she must have been hurt really bad if she had to stop and just lean against the wall and sit out this fight.

Like she probably was hoping to make her way to the others, after her own fight, and help and warning slice some Saviors cuz she’s Michonne that’s what she does, but she was too injured to even move that much. 😥

And it’s heartbreaking cuz you know she was probably so beyond worried for her boys, even more than herself, and she had to just sit there not knowing what their fate was. And plus she’s alone, like what if this was how she was about to go out? Alone and not knowing if her loved ones made it. 😥Thank God that didn’t happen. 🙌🏾

Instead, we see Rick enter the frame and it’s interesting cuz you can tell he first enters the room with his gun up and ready cuz he doesn’t know what crazies might still be lurking.

Like just from that one half shot you can tell that he was ready to be OG Rick Grimes and take out whoever needed to be taken out. 👏🏽

And I just love that Michonne has OG Rick Grimes to come after her and protect her lol. Like this man is nothing to play with and he’s putting all those nothing-to-play-with-efforts towards finding her. Here for it. 👌🏽

And then he sees her and immediately switches from savage Rick to Michonne’s man Rick.

He rushes to her and again gets all up close and personal, which I love. And then he says Michonne’s name two times and you hear something different in each way that he says her name.

The first time he says it, he doesn’t even know if she’s alive so it’s this very hesitant nervous “Michonne?“ to see if he’ll get a reaction. Like imagine this moment of being in front of the person you’re in love with and having to say their name, unsure if they will respond back or if you’ll get confirmation that they’re really gone. 😢

And he doesn’t get a reaction from the first time saying her name so he says it a second time with heightened concern in his voice as he fears she might not respond.

Like you can hear the desperation and just brokenness he feels when he says her name a second time. And it’s sad cuz he so clearly fears that she might be gone but he has to say her name again just to hold on to that hope that maybe this time will be different.

And this is when we cue my internal tears. Cuz Michonne does respond and then y’all the way Rick reacts just slays me every single time. 😭😭

The amount of overwhelming relief that pours out of him when he sees that she’s alive is so precious and moving. Like you can literally, I mean literally, see Rick become overcome with joy that the love of his life is still alive.

Seeing his response to her being alive really hit home to me how deeply interconnected these two are. Seeing she’s alive just made him come back to life.

Like it’s true what people say, there really is no Rick without Michonne. Cuz Michonne is Rick’s rock and guiding star and without her we saw just how lost and crushed he’d be, even just in the few seconds of him thinking she might not be alive.

Michonne told Rick in season 3 “You need me” and it’s still so true to this day and this moment really illustrated that. During this whole battle the wind had been knocked out of Rick and seeing Michonne move her head just put the air back in his lungs.

I’ve mentioned a lot in these posts about how Rick gets to be completely human with her and I think this is one of the most human moments I’ve ever seen of Rick.

Like right here he was literally just a person who was overjoyed that his best friend and love and rock was still alive.

It again made me think about how the one thing Rick has just for himself outside of his kids is Michonne. She’s someone he loves intensely and someone who makes his personal life better and happier. Like she is not only someone he loves in his life, this is also someone he very much wants in his life, and someone who plays a huge part in making life worth living for him.

And you see Rick be filled with gratitude about the fact that, that special one of a kind person in his life is still alive.

Michonne slowly turns towards him and you can see Rick having to actively resist his inner magnet because he clearly wants to touch her but he’s not sure how hurt she is and he knows he has to be careful of how fragile she may be rn. Always so mindful. 😊 And he says with so much relief “You’re alive.”

And then the way Michonne works up a subtle smile and reaches for him when she hears his voice and sees it’s him. Y’all it slays me yet again.

It is seriously too precious. Like even in all this pain she still can’t help but show how happy she is that he’s now right in front of her. They in love y’all.

You can tell that knowing Rick is alive is such a relief to her as well cuz for all she knew Rick could have been killed and the odds of Rick not making it out of that battle were high so this is a blessing right now that he’s alive and that he’s found her alive.

And then, only once it’s clear that Michonne’s alive, does Carl enter the room. 😭 This always stood out to me cuz it makes me think maybe Carl wasn’t quite ready to go in the room and see Michonne in this state or maybe Rick wanted him to wait.

And it’s super sweet when Carl does enter and stoop right beside them cuz you can see how happy he is that Michonne survived. Like these boys really love this woman. 😭

I saw someone point out how Rick looks like he kisses Michonne’s hand and y’all I am here for that. When I saw the scene again it really does look like it, especially cuz you see Michonne reach for him. So to whoever pointed that out, you a real one lol. 👌🏽👏🏽

These gestures are so sweet and Rick values Michonne so much. 😭 It’s also just further proof that magnets are a powerful thing. 😋

And then Michonne sort of has this nodding movement as she starts trying to get out the words “We’re the ones who live.” And I love this nodding cuz I feel like seeing Rick and Carl by her side really confirms to her that they truly are the ones who live.

Like she’s reassured cuz she knows if they could make it through all that chaos and be back with each other at the end of it, then they seriously must be the ones who live.

It’s sweet that despite how much it hurts to talk and how beat up she is, Michonne is still going to try and uplift Rick in this moment and give him this encouraging reminder that they can make it.

You can tell it’s so hard for Rick to see Michonne struggling to speak and so he helps her out by softly repeating, “I know.” and, y’all, these “Richonne tones” never fail to melt my heart cuz he’s speaking with so much love and gentleness. 

And then with conviction he tells her “We are. We will”. 😊🏽

I love that, as we’ve seen this motto said between them a couple times throughout the season, we end with them both verbalizing it and believing it.

This moment really demonstrates how Michonne can speak life into her man even when she can hardly speak. 👸🏾👏

And it’s powerful cuz it’s not like they just won this fight and everything is perfect now but they still believe they can live because they are still standing despite the fight and the curveballs that were thrown at them. And like my Homegirl said in the cell; they’re going to keep standing. 💯😌

So after Rick tells her this he looks at her and you can tell those magnets are kicking cuz you can see him thinking of how exactly he can move closer to her without hurting her. And so he leans into her and gives her a hug because those magnets can never and shall never be denied. 🙌🏾😋

I adore this hug. Like it is just so precious and says so much. 😊

(Side note: I also call this the “greedy hug” cuz Rick was going to make Carl wait his turn to hug Michonne lol. Like Michonne is Carl’s best bud and also Carl kinda sorta almost died, so he probably wants to give her a hug too. But Rick is understandably in the moment rn. 😂)

You can really see how much Rick needs this hug. Like yes he wants to hug her to let her know how happy he is that she’s alive but Homeboy also wants to be back in his girl’s arms right now cuz, added to the many things Michonne is Rick’s source of, she’s also Rick’s source of comfort.

This visual of this hug is so sweet cuz it’s like an illustration of how much Rick can lean on and find comfort and security in Michonne.

It seems like this is Rick’s first time getting to just let all the craziness that’s just happened sink in and get to just let his guard down and be comforted. It’s too precious.

And I love that, injured and all, Michonne is still so ready to comfort and embrace him. And I appreciate that Rick also wants to hug her to comfort her as well. Like this hug paints such a clear picture of how much R&M want, love, and need each other and how much they really are one. 😊

Basically this hug is everything and this scene was everything cuz it very visibly illustrated how much Rick and Michonne mean everything to each other. 👌🏽😊

I’m seeing some Culber and Stamets characterization attempts floating around, which is great! More fics, more headcanons! Love it!

What I don’t like is falling into the trap of showing Stamets as the genius and Culber as the supporting partner. i understand it’s an easy dynamic to fall into, especially when one of them is a supporting character and one is a main.

People do have this dynamic of course, and it doesn’t have to be bad, but I don’t think it necessarily has to be this way. It kind of erases Hugh Culbers achievements in Starfleet. It’s quite a normative, and a bit… dated, approach to relationships.

They are both successful, both brilliant and I think they are both nerds equally supporting of each other. 

anonymous asked:

do we know if sonny carisi is the oldest?? or is one of his sisters older than him or something??

I used to know these things, anon, but Season 18 killed several of my brain cells as well as my recollection of All Things Canonically Sonny. I believe Bella might be younger/the youngest, but the other sisters have only ever been mentioned, so we can’t be sure.

I am operating under the impression their other 2 sisters are older, because all we know of them is that Gina’s “been engaged like 10 times” and Theresa is looking to marry rich, but I think that’s conjecture. That said, I don’t see Sonny as “the oldest” sibling at all, lol. Personality-wise, I mean (and I say this as an oldest sibling :D).

I would love for the show to revisit the Carisi family, at some point. See more of his sisters, or his parents. We’ve been lucky to get quite a few references to his family in Season 19, so who knows, maybe we’ll get even luckier and see a little more of Sonny’s personal life :)

ask-aph-lebanon  asked:

//I ship Sabah and Ludwig platonically because I feel like they’d have those old people kind of breakfasts with coffee and biscuits idk lmao

((Ahh same here! Thats such a lovely scenario~ =v=)/ And id love for them to be friends too! I think they’d get along quite nicely~))

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I just found your blog like half an hour ago and I LOVE it - I’ve also noticed your dislike of Mal, and I’m just curious what your reasons are? I think I get some of them, in terms of him being quite immature and possessive of Alina at times, but is there more you’ve noticed about his character that you particularly dislike?

Aww thank you!

Oh gosh…Malaria. Where to begin with this fuckboi?? I think I’ll just redirect you to my masterpost of shitty things malaria has done.

anonymous asked:

Oh! In England it's now illegal to pierce a baby's ears (they have to be a certain age to consent to it now I think?) but when I was born in 98 before that law was made my mum got my ears pierced for me with tiny golden loops and I've never let the holes close up because I love wearing earrings and studs! I think it just depends where you're from lol-Kes

Hmm, that’s pretty interesting! I did some research, and it looks like there aren’t any laws for that in Canada.

Hehe, I remember having sooooo much trouble with my piercings when I was young though. I had to let them close up 2 or 3 times and then pierce them again just because they were being difficult.

Eventually they worked out though, and I haven’t let them close since. When I was young, I used to keep studs in all the time, though now that I think about it, I haven’t actually worn earrings in quite a few years O.o I should probably find a new pair of studs for daily use.

It’s always a pain getting used to wearing earrings again after having them out for a long time though. My ears are sore for a week or two afterwards. And it especially sucks since I have really sensitive skin, and anything other than real gold will irritate them :/

I got a second pair of piercings a  few years ago too, and was super excited about those, but they didn’t heal properly so I had to let them close :/ Been hoping to try again whenever I get a chance!

We're Already Married

So, I am supposed to be working on a chapter of a story and an angsty oneshot. But this fluffy drabble had to be written. It just had to.
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               “Draco, we need to talk.” Lucius told his son firmly as he and Narcissa walked into the room.

                “Mhm. Go ahead.” Came the little three-year-old’s distracted voice.

                Lucius rolled his eyes before stepping behind his son and peering down. “What in heaven’s name is that?”

                That had Narcissa circling the table and looking at her son’s face. His tongue was peeking out of his lips, eyes were narrowed in concentration while brows were furrowed and he seemed to be drawing something on a spare piece of parchment. She blinked uncertainly at the pure disaster of scribbles that were everywhere. If it wasn’t supposed to be a ball of rubbish, she honestly had no idea what her son was attempting to draw.

                “It’s Dobby. Can’t you tell?” Draco looked up with a wobbly lip and sad eyes as he pointed across the room to the house elf. As if the thought of it not looking like Dobby was a disaster.

                Lucius looked over for the first time and noted that the elf was in an odd pose with an apple balancing on his forehead.

                At his arched brows, Dobby hurried to explain. “Master Draco asked Dobby to be his muse.”

                “Is that so?” Lucius drawled with a heavy sigh. “Draco, you can’t order Dobby to play with you.”

                “Why not?”  

                Patience was not Lucius’ strong suit. He looked to the ceiling briefly before shaking his head. “We will have this conversation at a later date. There are more important things to discuss.”

                Draco hummed a little before looking up with wide eyes. “Am I in twouble? If so, Dobby did it.”

                A soft surprised noise emitted from the elf and Narcissa couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “No, you aren’t in trouble and don’t blame Dobby for things he didn’t do.”

                “Sowwy.” Draco apologized as he looked down at his hands.

                “Sorry.” Lucius corrected. For some reason, pronouncing R’s were hard for his son.

                Draco’s brows were pinched in confusion. “That’s what I said.”

                “No, you said—” Lucius paused as he decided to let it go. “Nevermind. What I have been trying to tell you is that we have come to discuss a pureblood tradition with you.”

                That had Draco’s expression souring. “No thanks.”

                Narcissa covered her mouth as she tried muffling her laughter. Salazar, she loved her son.

                “Draco.” The hard tone of his voice had his son straightening up and giving him a serious look. Finally.

                “When you come of age, you will be drawn into a marriage contract. This is something that most purebloods do and it is a standing tradition of the Malfoy family.” Lucius shot is wife a look when she crossed her arms. He knew that she didn’t agree and wanted Draco to find his own spouse but that wasn’t the plan.

                “I’m alweady mawried.” Draco interrupted excitedly!

                Lucius blinked rapidly. “You want to run that by me again?”

                “Hawwy asked me to mawwy him today! I said I would if he let me have his pudding. He did!”

                “And who pray tell is Hawwy?” Lucius shuddered at the pronunciation.

                “Hawwy is my best fwriend. He has pwetty eyes and he said I do too! We are mawried.”

                Narcissa smirked at her husband. “You hear that? He’s already married. Looks like that marriage contract is moot.”

                “Narcissa, you can’t possibly—”

                She stood up rapidly, holding out her hand for her son to take. “I can and I will. You want to explain to your son why he can’t marry his best friend? Because if so, you can deal with the aftermath.”

                Draco looked between them rapidly. “But…” His eyes filled with tears. “We alweady mawried.” The sniffle he released had Lucius closing his eyes. “Tomorrow’s the anni- anniver-” He scrunched up his nose as he looked to Narcissa for help.

                “Anniversary?” She offered picking him up and holding him close.

                Draco nodded rapidly as he wiped his eyes. “Yes. I want to give him a gift.”

                Narcissa smiled softly. “How about we go see if we can have one of the house elves cook him something. What kind of desserts does he like?”

                “Tweacle tawrt.”

                Lucius watched his wife and son walk out of the room with a shake of his head. He looked over and noticed that Dobby was still in the same awful pose. “Cease that at once.”

                When the elf let out a noise of relief, Lucius rolled his eyes. “What are the chances that I’ll get my way in the end?”

                He knew that Dobby couldn’t lie to him, so he was interested in hearing the response.

                The *pop* of the elf’s departure was heard and it had Lucius putting his face in his hands. “That’s what I was afraid of.”


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Keith: “I said I wouldn’t cry!”

So does this mean Keith cries whenever he’s faced with something personal? This implies that he cries regularly for some reason (or used to), though that reason is still speculation. But seeing how he has a temper (and realizes that), I’m betting that dealing with personal issues does, in fact, make Keith very upset, which is probably why he doesn’t do it. Some people in fandom think Keith isn’t very emotional, or has very strict control over his emotions, but I’ve always thought it was the opposite. I think Keith just removes himself from potentially emotional situations when he can so as to prevent himself showing emotion or getting upset (like how he never said a single word to Allura after she found out he was Galra. He just stayed quiet while she was angry and even after she later approached him, he didn’t say much because that, too, would likely have made him upset). Anger is harder to reel in on the spot, so him losing his temper is more expected, but I’m betting Keith knows that horrible, suffocating feeling that wells up through you when you’re upset and can’t stop the tears. And so he avoids it whenever possible, thus resulting in him avoiding talking about his personal issues. 

Unlike Lance, who is often portrayed in fanon as the emotional one, but that I think has considerable emotional control. Lance very rarely gets upset or loses his temper, despite his insecurities and how much he misses his family. He jokes around and whines, sure, but that’s a conscious kind of display that he uses, I think, as a defense mechanism. The only time in the show that I think Lance has gotten honestly angry (and I don’t mean simply annoyed like when the black lion rejected  him (although I think that did upset him to a certain extent) or desperate like when he was trying to pull Keith back in season 3) is when Shiro chose Keith over him to go into the Marmora Base. Lance gives off an aura of emotionalism as a way of hiding how he really feels, and even when he does get angry, he pulls back quite quickly and doesn’t usually end up yelling, like Keith does. 

Just some character thoughts I guess.    

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BTS 4th army zip magazine unit interview: Jin + Jimin + Jungkook

Q1: your last v app live broadcast together created quite a buzz. Any idea when will the three of you do a v app live broadcast together again?
Jungkook: Maybe we should just talk and leave the food behind.
Jin: what about a live broadcast with beers or soju?
Jimin: that’s what I thought! I think it will be fun too.

Q2: (question for Jimin) what is it like to be with Jin and Jungkook?
Jimin: Jungkook is the maknae (youngest) here but Jin-hyung looks more like it *laughs*. and I’m that one suffering from severe headache crying for help whenever the both of them starts bickering and seriously it just never stops.
Jin: no no, you are the outcast here, just joking.

Q3: (question for Jungkook) How will you describe your relationship with Jimin and Jin?
Jungkook: punching bags? *laughs* to be honest, Jin-hyung and Jimin-hyung they are someone whom I can be comfortable with.
Jin: punching bag hyungs that you are comfortable with.
Jungkook: I said no! *laughs* that’s not what I meant and Jimin-hyung…he is very neat and efficient in everything he does.
Jimin: what do you mean by that? am I dirty all the time?
Jungkook: ah…you know that’s not what I meant.

Q4: (question for Jimin) between Jin and Jungkook who looks more like the youngest here?
Jin: *interrupts* OF COURSE IT’S JUNGKOOK!!!
Jimin: It’s Jin-hyung, he looks more like the youngest here but really, both Jin-hyung and Jungkookie they are our maknaes. *laughs*

Q5: Any idea what will you name this unit?
Jin: Jungkook and the punching bags.
Jungkook: not again… *sighs*
Jimin: what about “Seokjin and the kids” ?
Jin: no!! I don’t like this!!!

Q6: (question for Jimin and Jungkook) Last but not least, a message to Jin.
Jungkook: Jin-hyung my everything.
Jimin: a brother and a friend.

Q7: (question for Jin) and of course message to Jimin and Jungkook.
Jin: Jungkook my everything.
Jungkook: no no, I think I need to change this. Jin-hyung, (sometimes annoying) brother with Pacific Ocean shoulders.
Jin: then you (Jungkook) are my little brother with a very big nose, and Jimin is like a gas stove? because he ignites the fire within me.

TRANS: jimint1013
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anonymous asked:

*Epic!Sans comes by and snags a cookie* BRUH!!!!!

Bruh!


Epic!Sans belongs to @yugogeer12

It’s a hand, Andrew says, not a question, but not quite mockery, when Neil’s gaze lingers a little too long.
It’s your hand, Neil says, and doesn’t bother to explain. Instead he slips his fingers through Andrew’s and digs in like he can leave his fingerprints on Andrew’s pale skin.
Andrew doesn’t pull away, and they don’t go in until the storm breaks.

I guess you can also call this thing: Andreil, a summary.

Instagram Is A Tiny Speck In The Ginormous Oil Painting of Life

One topic I think about obsessively: Instagram. More specifically, the psychological effect it has on me.

A while ago I posted a tweet saying I felt conflicted about social media, and the responses I got were surprising. People said that Facebook gave them anxiety, only going on certain sites when their mood was stable, whilst others deleted and re-activated their accounts regularly.

Illustration by Ana Galvan

I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with these platforms but they have so many pros that it makes them hard to quit. They connect me to like-minded people, are informative, make me laugh and give me an instant connection to my fanbase. It’s amazing to feel a level of relation in real time. However, in the last year I’ve noticed that every time I go on Instagram I feel kind of flat + zapped afterwards, like somebody has literally sat on my brain for 5 minutes. It’s oddly deflating.

Social media apps are designed to make us addicted to them. Human behaviour is reward based and each time we get a “like” or a message, our brains release a hit of dopamine, which makes us feel rrrreeeeal good (until the dopamine level drops and we feel real bad). Instagram is basically digital meth. So, for the past year I’ve been deleting the app off my phone for large periods of time, then re-downloading it if I want to post something. Interestingly, the feeling I get upon returning is always the same: I’ve missed nothing!

I understand social media’s appeal most when in relation to constructing a fantasy world. I’ve used it as a creative tool on every album I’ve made. Tumblr was key to “Electra Heart” and Twitter was key to “FROOT”. But what at first seemed like an opportunity to communicate our thoughts in an uncensored way has become a vehicle for us to present ourselves in the way that we would like to be seen by others. And this is what makes me feel weird about posting sometimes. A review I read of the film ’Ingrid Goes West’ nailed this feeling: “We use these platforms to lie and intentionally curate our lives”. The curating part hits a chord with me. It makes me feel icky, because I’ve surely, if subconsciously, done this - the majority of us have if we’re using the platform. How do I get around that and use it in a healthier way? Do I just delete the whole thing or do I need to be aware of the reason I want to post something? i.e. Is it to share an image I love, or is to make people think of me in a certain way? The latter creeps me out. It scares me.

Illustration by Allegra Lockstadt

Recently, a friend said he had been going through a difficult period, so he hadn’t gone on Instagram for about a month. “Why would I? Everyone is having such a great time”. Ohhh, the digital illusion of happiness. OK, some people are genuinely having a great time, and they want to share that great time with you, but they’re not having a good time all the time. And that’s the key to remember when we’re embarking on a scrolling spree into the darkest depths of existential hell at 2am. Social media is a tiny speck in the ginormous oil painting of human life. We all have problems. We present the good parts of ourselves because it’s anathema to document the true nature of our lives, which inevitably consist of moments of disappointment, loneliness and embarrassment. None of these things look pretty or cool (no, not EVEN if you put the Mayfair filter on top of them), and I can totally see how it all started out innocently. We all love sharing special moments, but because these moments hold social currency online, we’re now doing only that. It’s easy to see how people can feel disappointed when their own lives don’t measure up in a similar way.

Illustration by Lan Truong

We’re still in the infancy of the internet, trying to navigate technology in a way that is beneficial to our lives, but I sense a shift towards a desire to portray our lives more realistically. I notice more people sharing an experience or story in the caption of a selfie/ photograph that provides more of a picture of their life than the actual photo ever could. But I still wonder how we can evolve online culture into a space that is less image-focused/ self-driven, because I worry about the psychological effects that an image-focused culture might have on a young person’s self-esteem. 20 years ago, posting a stream of pictures of only my face would have been considered borderline narcissistic, but now it’s normal. And I’m not judging this - I’m talking from the perspective of someone who has done this a’plenty and who has been a part of that culture, particularly at the height of an album campaign. Maybe all Instagram has done is magnify what seems to have always been true, that humans value beauty to excess.

Ok, I’ll end this post by saying this: If I never go on Instagram again, my life won’t lack anything because of it. Assuming I use it 20 minutes a day, I’ll get back 122 hours a year - for free! The reality is, I’ll probably continue to use it, but it’s important to me to see these platform for what they are, not what they appear to be. They’re addictive, comparative, take my time and give little back in return.

I’ll leave you with my fave comment which came from @FKASimon.

Quite, Simon, Quite.

Love, Marina

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I obviously wanted to do a One Direction song, and I was literally sitting and going through - you know, ‘cause I wrote quite a few of them, so I was able to like - I know the songs inside out, obviously, so I was going through - I literally sat there with the albums in front of me and went through them all, and in fact I think Fool’s Gold is my favourite One Direction song, so that’s why I wanted to do it. And also it’s a good opportunity for me to just stand there with an acoustic guitar and play, and - maybe next time I’ll do something different, but for this one I just wanted to touch on it a little bit.
The Wake of War

[AO3]

So.” Stiles drops back against the side of the Jeep, elbows braced and spine sinking slow against the dusty blue metal. Derek’s hovering a few feet away, at the edge of the lot, not quite ready to vanish into the night but not prepared to join with the rest of the group, either.

He needs their voices, maybe, to block out the ones in his head.

“Looks like I saved your ass again,” Stiles is saying, flashing him a crooked grin. He looks warm and bright like the rest of them, a glow of victory dancing around him that can’t quite seep into Derek’s bones. “What’s the count, now? ‘Cause I think I’m getting pretty close to earning a victory ride in that sweet new Camaro.”

Derek’s lips twitch, a snort slipping out.

“I seem to recall saving you last time.”

“Hey, we’ve been through this. At best, that was a tie.” Stiles looks so smug Derek can’t bring himself to argue, and maybe that’s the reason Stiles’ grin falls. His eyes go soft, flitting over Derek’s frame.

“I’m glad you’re ok, man. …I mean, as nice as it would have been to have my very own, hot guy lawn ornament––”

“Why did I look at her?”

He doesn’t mean to say it; flinches at his own words. His hands are too-tight fists he stretches straight with an effort, and when he looks at Stiles again the bright expression’s gone, replaced by tension and an edge of a grimace he’s trying to fight down.

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darling, i fall to pieces (when i’m with you) by starglowed

Keith doesn’t know how to feel about being leader. The universe is just too heavy for his already star-soaked shoulders.

Luckily, he’s got his right hand man with him. Lance gives him everything he’d never knew he’d so desperately needed – and lets him bare his soul without the guilt that so often accompanies it.

[set after the events of s3 ep 6, “i got you, buddy”.]              

Too Sweet To Share by WinterAndLittleBrunettes

Keith decides to take a leap and confess to Lance, and because the universe loves to throw curveballs Keith’s way, Lance feels the same way. They decide to take things slow, and see what they mean to each other, before they bring the team up to speed.

But that doesn’t mean the team won’t find out on their own, in their own time.

there’s hills on my skin when you get too close by ShatterinSeconds

“Are–are you wearing my jacket?” Lance inquires, peering into Keith’s eyes as they hide behind the shadow from the hood.

Keith is startled to find those familiar blue eyes so close to his face as he slowly wakes up, mind returning to the present and away from a dream he can’t quite remember.

A small yawn breaks apart his lips. Suddenly the coat is too hot and too overbearing, and his face twists into something unpleasant. “S-sorry, I didn’t–I didn’t mean to. I–”

“Nah, it’s all good. I was just wondering where it went.”

(or sometimes when things are left unattended, you have to take advantage of them)                          

how much longing has to fall like snow (for the spring days to come?) by vivahate

For a moment Lance thinks Keith is going to argue back. Say that there’s something wrong with him, with how he feels. Like he isn’t allowed to break and mourn.

He probably never has been, Lance comes to the sudden painful realization. At least not in a situation where anyone but Shiro could’ve been there for him as he fell apart.

Boy’s A Straight Up Hustler by MyChemicalKlance

Just a simple love story between two people traveling space together and finding home in something they don’t need to traverse galaxies to have.
Just because their nine to five’s as a swindling thief and space cop/bounty hunter aren’t exactly traditional doesn’t mean Lance and Keith can’t have it all.

No one ever said love was easy.

The Customer is Always (a) Right (asshole) by Trashness

Keith has been working at this huge department store for three years now. He’s not particularly good at it. In fact he’s awful. He knows he is, and the customers seem to have no problem telling him this. He needs help.
Maybe this new guy who seems to have a natural talent for customer service will be able to give him some tips.

Though he be but smol, he is fierce! by Reader115

It started like this. One second, he was shooting at sentries, and the next second he was on his ass on the cold metal floor of the Galra base due to an extremely rude shove from Keith.

And then Keith disappeared.

I mean, he’s not the science guy, so disappeared is probably the wrong word. Regular-sized Keith disappeared anyway. And Lance was left staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at a tiny, oh so very smol Keith unconscious on the ground beside him.

spellbound (m)

Pairing:  Jimin x Reader
Genre: witch!au (sort of based on the secret circle), smut, comedy, slight angst
Warnings: dom-ish!jimin, magical sex rituals (so slight blood play, breath play, temperature play), rough sex, cumplay
Word Count:  10k+
Summary:  The only reason you agreed to do this magical ritual with Park Jimin’s Circle was for the sake of your own Circle - to strengthen your individual magic. Yes, that means you’ll have to fuck him, but no, you weren’t happy about it because you hate Park Jimin. Once again, you were only doing this for your Circle. 

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BTS reactions | waking up next to you for the first time

Seokjin | ᴊɪɴ

Jin awoke when the sun hit his face through the blinds he’d forgotten to close the night prior. The two of you had stayed up late practicing new choreography and he’d insisted you stay the night rather than him walking you home. It was about time you stay the night anyway, he’d said with a tired smile. You were asleep next to him on your side wearing an oversized shirt of his which had ridden up to expose your black boyshorts and tummy. He sighed happily and placed a kiss on your forehead before getting out of bed to make breakfast for the two of you.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi | sᴜɢᴀ

He wakes up in the early afternoon after the two of you had stayed up long enough to have watched the sunrise if you hadn’t been otherwise occupied. This wasn’t the first time that you’d stayed up keeping him company as he worked, but it is the first time that he’s stayed over afterward.

You were still soundly asleep when he returned from the bathroom. As he got back into your bed, he took a moment to watch you. Your hair messily sticking up all sorts of ways, your mouth open slightly with deep sleepy breaths softly falling from your lips. Yoongi loved seeing you like this. He stroked your cheek tenderly and moved his hand down to your chin. You unconsciously leaned into his touch as a breathy “Yoongi” escaped your lips. Your boyfriend finally settled into bed completely. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him chest to chest. Instinctively you nuzzled your face into his chest. For Yoongi this moment was so soft and tender. He kissed the top of your head as a content sigh left your lips.

Originally posted by butterflyguk

Hoseok | ᴊ-ʜᴏᴘᴇ

When Hoseok awoke with you snuggled into his side, he couldn’t help the wide toothy smile that stretched across his face. He wrapped his arms around your sleeping figure and squeezed you tightly, waking you up with a start. “Ahh, jagi I love you so much!” he’d squeak and he peppered your groggy face with kisses. After that, the two of your spent hours in bed cuddled up together chatting happily about your mutual enjoyment of each other. Neither of you doubted that the other wanted to do this again, and soon.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon | ʀᴍ

The two of you were cuddled up in bed, him on his back and you laying on your front with your head nuzzled into his neck and your arm wrapped around his middle. Namjoon woke with a heavy breath and a snort and looked around the bedroom through sleepy eyes. He tilted his face to kiss your forehead, then gently stroked what he could reach of your head with the arm you lay on. He’s happy, being able to wake up with you like this. He thinks he could do this every day forever as he falls back asleep. You awaken a bit later to his snoring.

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Jimin

You woke from the coziest sleep you’ve ever had in your life. As you went to rub your eyes, you found your arm trapped. Your soft Jimin was curled up next to you hugging your arm tightly. His face scrunched up in his sleep and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was. Soon enough your boyfriend woke with a soft greeting and looked lovingly up into your eyes. “’Morning, Jiminie,” you whispered. He kissed your chin and buried his face into your neck. You heard a muffled “You’re so comfy, jagi!” before you felt him peppering your neck with soft kisses.

Originally posted by kbangtanicons

Taehyung | ᴠ

Taehyung woke up first to you shuffling in your position on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you on top of him completely with your legs between his, and settled his arms around the small of your waist. You awoke just as he began to fall back asleep. Your first instinct was to get off of your boyfriend in fear that you were crushing him, but you immediately felt his hand holding you in place by your hip. “Don’t go, jagi,” he breathed out in the deepest morning voice you’d ever heard. “I want to stay just like this.” You nodded your head in response and he pulled you up to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

Originally posted by snowsensation

Jungkook

You boyfriend wasn’t sure what exactly woke him at 6AM, maybe it was his morning wood, or maybe it was how warm it was under the blankets, but whatever is was, he wasn’t able to fall back to sleep. No, especially not since you were so close to him, the small spoon to his big. His arm that had draped around your middle in the night was even being held by you, so he was effectively trapped. As he tried to move himself away from you, you woke with a soft groan. “What time is it, babe?” you asked him without opening your eyes. He relayed the time to you softly, still trying to pull away just a bit. Instead of letting him go, you cuddled closer. You knew exactly what you felt as soon as your butt hit his crotch and you giggled. “You’re so happy to see me so early in the morning!” You joked light-heartedly. Your playful reaction put him at ease and he squeezed you in his arms. “Shut up and go back to sleep.” He replied with a chuckle.

Originally posted by jkguks


Authors Note: I apologize if these don’t quite match the same writing style. I write up a lot of these in my spare time, but sometimes think of them a bit differently if that makes any sense. Ah, also, oops! One of these is a way longer than the others. 😅 Wonder who my bias is…

By the way, I want to thank everyone who liked and reblogged my first post, and everyone who followed me as well. I really hope I can post content that people will like, so feel free to send me feedback and/or requests.


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anonymous asked:

Hey Leo! What do you think about Keith's "I can't explain it but I think we should attack the cruiser" in the last episode? I thought he had just deducted it but based on this line I guess it was another one of his gut feelings, sooo intuitive Keith strikes again? People say he's quintessence-sensitive, so do u think he somehow sensed Haggar's energy and then put 2 and 2 together and figured it out, or what happened there?

 Okay so, I have been saying Keith’s quintessence sensitive from day one. It’s where I got the whole “druid Keith” idea from, and now that we know druids are more so a creation of the rift, well–I think Keith’s instinctive knowledge of certain things is inexorably linked to that other reality. And its magic. When he contacts Matt, he says, “I can’t explain why, but I know we need to attack that fleet.”

 You know what else that sounds like? When he mentions he can sense the Blue Lion and says, “I can’t explain it, really. I was lost and kind of drawn out to this place. It’s like something…some energy, was telling me to search.” 

Keith just inherently knows certain things, has a sixth sense for it. This goes well beyond good intuition. He was able to feel the Blue Lion’s presence a whole year before her own pilot–sensing her the same way Haggar did. 

He was the only one able to connect with his lion over a vast distance–the only other paladin able to do this is Zarkon, and even then, only with the aid of a druid. In season 1 when that druid attacks him, Keith doesn’t get those same fatal, glowing wounds that Shiro and Thace and Antok do. He’s not as badly affected, and he’s able to heal himself by manipulating raw quintessence–something we’ve only seen from other druids. 

The common denominator here? Haggar didn’t start off as a “witch,” she was a regular alchemist. A scientist. She acquired those abilities though exposure to the rift and all its pure quintessence. And the Lions and this entity of Voltron are from this other reality as well. So honestly? I think Keith was able to sense Haggar’s power and its malicious intent because he has some sort of connection to the rift. 

I’d also like to point out that Keith seems naturally drawn to high concentrations of quintessence. Whether its the Lions or containers of raw quintessence, Keith won’t pass up the chance to investigate it. Keith is pretty much our introduction to quintessence and how the druids work with it. He sees the druids and the quintessence, wonders what’s going on, and decides to follow it. Later, he tells Coran he’s going to grab some of it. And later, when he accidentally crashes into a tank of it, he manages to heal himself. They could have used any character to narratively link to quintessence this way, but they chose Keith.

And then later, Keith starts taking jobs with the BOM tracking these huge supply lines of incredibly rare, pure quintessence. Keith is incredibly concerned about this, and keeps trying to convince Kuron that following up on those leads needs to take priority. Yes, he’s chasing them in hopes they’ll lead him straight to Lotor. But again, he’s following after trails of quintessence again. When discussing the mission, he also says “We have–” then stops, and corrects himself–“I have to take it. I need to be on that mission.” This is very much a personal matter. Even if he can’t fully articulate why, he feels like he just has to be there. And narratively speaking, I think it would be quite interesting if both our half-galra ended up being tied to the rift from opposite ends of it–quite literally. 

So yeah. Considering how Keith seems to be drawn like a magnet to major powerhouses of quintessence, the thing with Haggar’s ship doesn’t surprise me