i will follow you into the dark

anonymous asked:

You know, I think I'm going to be bitter about Fairy Tail for the rest of my life. It had so much potential! And then we got into "save the world!" arc after arc after arc, and by chapter 100 Natsu was still the exact same guy he was in chapter 1, suddenly all the dragonslayers get motion sickness just so Natsu can win a game... Bitter forever.

Fairy Tail has a boatload of wasted potential. Imo, it would’ve worked better as an adventure manga than the stagnant reactionary slog we got. Go looking for your next plot, guys! Don’t just sit around! 

There’s so many interesting plots that could stem from quests alone. An arc about a 100 year quest? What about like… underwater ruins? Or floating islands? Or treasure hunting in caverns and curse-breaking and dealing with Zeref’s demons? So much potential, here.

(ughhh don’t even get me started about dragon slayer magic. seriously? OP wonder magic and it’s only drawback is motion sickness? are you kidding me?!)


Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: None, unless you need to be warned about mentions of a heat wave.

Word Count: 741.

Rating: PG 13. 


This is my second entry to @bladebarnes 2K Followers Challenge, for this one I picked 33. Word: Heat. So here y’all go. I tried to make it cute. I think I failed because my mind is always on the gutter.

Link to my previos one: In the Dark.

Tagging: @sexylibrarian1 @thecrownedrose @erisjade @ryverpenrad @acunningstargazer @palaiasaurus64 @marveldcmistress @sebstanchrisevanchickforever19 @debbielovesbucky 

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Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Twelve)

Title: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Twelve)
Tags: Alternate Timeline, AU, Slow burn, strangers to friends, friends to lovers
Words: 4571
Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if you’ve been waiting for this. So much has happened and I won’t bore you with my excuses. Just know that I would have done it sooner if I could have.

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i hit 2k followers recently which is crazy!! thank you all so much i love you lots!! to celebrate, i decided to do aesthetic blogrates!

here’s what you gotta do:

  • mbf me!
  • reblog this post
  • send me an ask with your favorite song, tv show, or movie! 

and heres the format if you’re wondering!

color: | pastel pink | deep blue | forest green | bright yellow | burnt orange |

time: | late late nights | when the sun rises | sleepy afternoons | as the sun sets |

season: | winter | spring | summer | fall |

place: | the sea | county fair | snowy mountains | city | space |

sound: | busy streets | rain | birds | piano |

scent: | flowers | coffee | cookies | candles

music: | redbone | writer in the dark | the wii theme | summer friends |

book: | to kill a mockingbird | romeo and juliet | frankenstein |


i’m just one kid so i might not be able to answer them all be patient lol

((i’ll use the tag morgan does blogrates in case you want to blacklist it idk))

anonymous asked:

Supercat going to bed together after a night of hard work. I just need domestic fluff w/ these two cuddling and falling asleep together plz.

(I mean, this isn’t exactly what you wanted but it’s what came to mind. Hope you still like it. Even though it’s been 4 freaking months. Oops.)

The sound of the front door creaking open followed by a boot kicking it closed woke Cat up from her sleep. She was used to Kara coming home at all hours of the night but this was new. Cat rolled over to look at her phone and groaned when it flashed 2am at her. She got out of bed and threw on her robe before walking out towards the main room. In the moonlit darkness, she could see one figure carrying another and a bit of worry gripped at her. Cat flicked on the lights and ran over when she saw Alex carrying Kara in her arms. “What happened? Is she okay?”

Alex grunted a bit, forgetting just how much her sister weighed. “She’s alright,” she whispered over Kara’s head. “She blew out her powers in a fight and ended up exhausting herself at the lab after. A good night’s rest and she’ll be fine.”

Cat sighed in relief, moving her wife’s hair from her face. “Come on, we should get her to bed.” cat led Alex to the bedroom where they worked together to get her out of her shirt and pants. Both had seen more of her than this and this had not been the first time they needed to do this either. When Kara was tucked in, Cat turned to Alex, smiling. “Thank you for taking such good care of her. I’ll let you know how she is in the morning.”

Alex bit her lip a bit, hands wringing together in front of her. “Actually, um, I was wondering if I could spend the night here.” At Cat’s raised brow Alex shrugged. “It was a bad fight. I just…I just want to make sure she’s okay with my own eyes.”

Cat couldn’t help but smile and love her wife’s sister even more. “Of course. The spare bedroom is all yours and I think we still have that change of clothes you left here last time. Besides, I’m sure Carter wouldn’t mind waking up to find you here either.”

Alex smiled bright and hugged Cat, happy to feel her sister-in-law reciprocating. “Thank you. I promise I’ll make the bed in the morning.” Alex gave Kara a quick kiss on the head before heading to bed.

Cat chuckled and shook her head, wondering just how she had gotten so lucky to join this family. She went to bed, crawling in next to Kara and pulling her into her arms. She could hear and feel the soft grunt that Kara made. “It’s just me, darling.”

Kara’s eyes opened slightly and an exhausted but loving smile came to her. “Tired.”

“I know, darling. You’re home now so just sleep.”

“Alex?” The question came weak and almost worried, as if her and Alex had fought.

“In the guest room. She didn’t want to leave you.” At that, Kara smiled again and snuggle into Cat, breathing her in before quickly falling back asleep. “Good night, my darling. Sleep tight.”

It Ain’t Me

Bucky x Reader
WC 852
Warnings ANGST. Breaking up.
AN Jesus, this hurt to write. Like… I kinda feel nauseous as I wrote it. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. The inspiration came to me from the Kygo and Selena Gomez song “It Ain’t Me” particularly the following lyrics and I could just picture it (plus, you know, drawing on personal memories)

I had a dream
We were sipping whiskey neat
Highest floor, The Bowery
Nowhere’s high enough
Somewhere along the lines
We stopped seeing eye to eye
You were staying out all night
And I had enough
No, I don’t wanna know
Where you been or where you’re goin’
But I know I won’t be home
And you’ll be on your own
Who’s gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
Who’s gonna rock you when the sun won’t let you sleep?
Who’s waking up to drive you home when you’re drunk and all alone?
Who’s gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?
It ain’t me

You woke up from another bad dream shivering. Instinctively you turned to your right before the harsh memory of how he was no longer there came crashing back to you bringing back that familiar ache in your chest.

Absentmindedly, you rubbed at it, as if you were willing the ache to go away, wondering if it ever would.

You knew you and Bucky were from different worlds, he was an Avenger you were a project manager. But somehow, the two of you made it work. He pursued you even though you argued that it would never work, his long hours and constant missions meant you went days, sometimes weeks, without seeing each other, but he persisted and eventually broke down your walls, And look at me now, you thought darkly, holding yourself tightly turning away from where he used to spend his nights.

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blowp  asked:

81 for rydros!

[[Summary/prompt: Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on? So good to return to these two- I just love them so much.


The Roekaar attack on Eos had been foiled, for what it was worth. Dust seemed to follow Wren Ryder even after she had gotten back to the Tempest, sticking to her hair and hiding in folds of clothing, waiting to fall out in soft, yellow puffs that piled in corners and didn’t get swept up. After Lexi had given her a thorough once-over, making sure that nothing on Ryder was anything more than bruised and lightly scratched, she made her back to bed and collapsed without so much as a shower. Tomorrow, before they connected back to the Nexus. Hell, maybe even after; there were rumors swirling around that with the improved living conditions and ability to import water into the station from other planets, bathtubs had sprung up in a few apartments. Illicit and very hush hush, but the thought of a warm bath was enough to spread a smile across her exhausted face. With thoughts of scented soap in her head, Ryder drifted off, greasy hair sticking unpleasantly to the pillow. That was a problem for tomorrow-her.

Unfortunately, future Ryder came sooner than she had expected. Three hours later, on the dot, and there was an urgent buzzing somewhere in the vicinity of the back of her skull, SAM’s way of attempting to be polite but wake her at the same time. “Pathfinder, we’ve docked with the Nexus early. Director Tann requests your presence immediately.”

With a groan, Ryder contemplated simply sleeping through it, but she knew the messages from Tann would only get more insistent and hysterical. It was better to deal with it now than face the consequences later; God, was she actually being an adult about this?

The pushed-up time frame meant there was barely time to jump in the shower and frantically scrub herself, giving her underarms a dubious sniff. Her hair had to remain as it was, disgustingly matted to the shape of her helmet still. The lack of sleep showed in the areas under her eyes and the hollows of her cheeks, a certain lack that she would probably feel for a few days more. Fantastic. Wasn’t this just how every day should start?

At least the meeting itself was fairly routine, Tann yelling at Ryder for some imagined slight. She had a sarcastic comeback for everything, but she ended up walking out feeling as though somehow, rather obliquely, that Tann had won. Stupid bureaucrats. Stupid lack of sleep. If she played her cards right and was very sneaky, she could still make it back to the ship with enough time to give herself a proper scrub and maybe even take a nap before-

“Ryder!” Under any other circumstances, Tiran Kandros’ voice would be a welcome thing. Even now, annoyed as she was, a hot thrill ran through her, but this wasn’t exactly how Ryder wanted him to see her. It was a bit silly, really. He had seen so much worse, and yet… Well. Sometimes a woman wanted to look presentable before she saw her boyfriend.

“Kandros.” Too much in the public eye, they simply shook hands, keeping it cool and professional, but when Kandros inclined his head towards a suite of rooms currently not in use, Ryder lead the way, waiting a few minutes for him to follow, flicking all her comms off. If there was emergency, SAM could tell her.

The door clicked shut softly and then Kandros was on her, nuzzling her neck and hair, the turian version of a kiss. She returned it with the human version, more familiar but also slightly more difficult when only one half of the pair has actual lips. It was an enjoyable challenge, however, and the addition of his long tongue and teeth scraping her bottom lip made it that much more sweet.

Kandros’ eager hands roamed lower and she had to carefully push them away, laughing. “Not here. Jesus, Kandros, do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?”

He buried his face in her neck again, voice just in her ear, flanged inflections making her shiver. “You smell like real dirt, real sun,” he murmured. “So yes. Come back to my apartment with me.” It was an invitation that was difficult to ignore.

“You have a shower, right?” The most important thing to ask.

“I stocked that thing for your hair. Just for you.”

“Shampoo?” He nodded and pulled her close to him. For shampoo, she was willing to go anywhere.

anonymous asked:

Hi Aeren! I was wondering if you can help me find a j2 fic. One of the boys ends up in a wheelchair. They connect again later in life, possibly at Jensen's house in Florida. One scene I vividly remember is the J in the wheelchair leaning to get something in the fridge and fell out. He laid for hours before someone found him. It was such a heartbreaking and well written fic. Hopefully you or one of your followers can help me. Thank you!!

Right now I’m unable to help you hon, my memory is a shit ( one of the reasons I use so much tags on my library) and since the external drive I’ve been using to do a backup is still on the lab I can’t search. I hope one of my awesome readers, the ones that are still around that’s it, can help you.

EDIT: thanks to postitsandpens  for the link to the fic:

Out of the Darkness
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, mention of Jared/Genevieve, Jensen/Daneel, Jared/OMC, Jensen/OFC
Genre: J² non AU
Rating: R
Summary: Towards the end of Supernatural, Jared and Jensen are slowly drifting apart until there is nothing of their friendship left and they literally go separate ways. When they coincidentally meet eight years later, Jared finds his former best friend not only pysically changed but also mentally hurt. Can Jared and Jensen find each other again? And can Jared help Jensen to leave behind the darkness that has been encasing him ever since that accident has changed his life?
Warnings: written in first person (Jensen’s POV), drama, angst, future!fic, wheelchair!Jensen, mention of suicidal!Jensen

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// as you guys know, i’ve been doing some background clean-up across my blogs. so, just in case anyone wanted to know, here’s my current who + where i’m writing these days:

BRASKA: my main. independent. semi-selective. if you’re ever looking for me, this is the best place to start. i’m usually logged in here via mobile.

SHIVA: independent. selective. this blog was an experiment of sorts and it’s going to go through some stylistic changes, i think. but, i like her as a muse, so i’m keeping her.

MULTI: i know not everyone is a fan of multis, but i really would like to do more here. i’m determined to keep things orderly and organized, but i’m fearful of following people first. so, just let me know if any of the following muses ever appeal to you:
     - dark sun gwyndolin ( dark souls. )
     - claire “lightning” farron ( final fantasy xiii. )
     - marx/xander ( fire emblem: fe. )
     - sora ( kingdom hearts. )
     - avatar wan ( the legend of korra. )

some of you may notice that i’m moving sora from his own space to here. i just decided i wouldn’t be writing him enough to warrant his own blog. but, he’s still around.

lastly, i’m considering picking up BASCH FON RONSENBURG and trying him out. but, i really want some icons for him if i’m going to do it. so, if anyone knows where i could get some bases, please let me know. that would be awesome.

reginaabyssi  asked:

Have you read any new fics lately? Preferably with Dark Lady!Luna/Ginny/Hermione/Whoever?

The only fanfic I’ve read recently is a Theo/Draco/Hermione by Bonafake.  I’m even way behind on things I’m following.  Summer is just busy.  

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Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you would like to get to know better

Name: Lira

Nicknames: Lilo, Grizzly Gravy, trash muffin

Zodiac: Scorpio

Orientation: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Nationality: American

Favorite fruit: clementines or nectarines

Favorite season: autumn

Favorite flower: daisies

Favorite scent: the way the air smells right before it snows

Favorite color: dark cherry red or brown

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: typically coffee but I like tea sometimes

Favorite fictional character: probably Charles De Mar from the 80s movie Better Off Dead

Number of blankets: one in the summer and three or four in the winter.

Dream trip: trainhopping and seeing the country with the people i love the most.

Blog created: I don’t remember.

Thanks for tagging me :^) ill tag @cgslanturn @crustywaifupillows @thepunksink @automaticfave @streetlifemanifesto @princess-smash @residesonthethroneofhell @hellish-and-anabelleish @gothic-punk @ohsomanycats n @galactichomo

chrysanthoughts  asked:

Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers ( non-negotiable, positivity is cool ☺)

I love my natural hair👸🏾
I love my dark skin👸🏾
I love my little body👸🏾
I love my compassionate heart👸🏾
I love my sense of style👸🏾

tagged by: @mettatoniic the bae
tagging: anyone who feels like it
i’m shit at tagging people lawl

name: sky
nickname: skee(eeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
sign: virgo
height: 5′7′
nationality/ethnicity: french-canadian
orientation: gay as hell
favorite fruit: red grapes!
favorite season: fall
favorite flower: daisy probably
favorite scent: vanilla
favorite book: currently reading: in a dark, dark wood
favorite color: turquoise / sea green
favorite animal: anything that purrs
coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: tea & hot chocolate
average hours of sleep: 4 / 5
cats or dogs: meow
number of blankets you sleep with: two
dream trip: japan
blog created: approx. 12 of ‘15
number of blogs following: 79. i need moooooore
number of followers: 126.

it’s so weird hearing americans talk about Target© as some kind of semi-religious holy space of reasonably priced goods and services, bc in it’s short, fever-dream existence up here in the frozen north it was… Not Good. 

in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?

or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:

  • only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger. 
  • entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
  • no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
  • there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles. 
  • the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
  • passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
  • leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.

it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers attracted to the malignant leftover energies from zellers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers. 

i believe the balls outside target are carefully crafted and powerfully attuned magical artifacts that keep up the illusion known as Target©, but were incorrectly spaced in canada due to a mixup between the metric and imperial systems of measurement, and that is why the brief twilight zone episode that was canadian target collapsed virtually overnight.

It was Helen’s face that
launched a thousand ships,
but you unleashed Achilles.

How were you to know that
poets would sing of his rage?
– that innumerable men would
meet their deaths at the end of
his grief-stricken spear?

How were you to know when you
went to battle in his armor that
you would never return to him?
– that you had brought about his
death as surely as your own?

He wept –
and his mother in the depths
of the sea heard his cries.
He wept –
and he dirtied his face,
and tore at his hair, and wished for death.

Eternal glory was not worth the price he paid.
It was not worth the loss of you,
Patroclus, whom he loved as his own life.

What was Achilles to do when his heart
burned with you on the pyre?
What was he to do when his home became
nothing but ashes in a golden urn?

He was nearly a god –
son of a goddess, best of the Greeks.
He fell to an arrow, the poets say,
guided by Apollo himself.
The poets are wrong.

He was nearly a god –
but he was mortal, and he fell to that
great mortal weakness: love.
You would have followed him anywhere, even into death.
You must have known that he would do the same.

—  you were his Achilles’ heel | K.L.

Sleeping beauty fix it for the end of the game

Prompto shaved off his chin mange for the funeral.

Noct is unstuck from the throne and there’s a funeral. Obviously its a pretty private thing with only those who knew him (who’re left alive)
They decide his tomb should be under the palace one for him and his father, side by side.

“How can I remain ever at your side when you’ve gone somewhere I can’t follow.”
Gladio and Ignis were probably outside giving him privacy after saying their own goodbyes. 
And they hear the ‘UUWAAHHH’

Maybe it was a situation where they were crying too
Just one single manly tear for Gladdy rather than Prompto’s downpour
And each in their own ways basically said
'What will I do without you’
And after all they did in the 10 years of darkness the Six have pity
Noctis is given back to them but he no longer has the power to warp or use the armiger
Just a regular guy…who can still kick ass

can you imagine
with the others waiting outside
ignis thinking he hears nocts voice

Noctis lied
he hadnt made his peace at all