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Allow me to rant about Maggie and Sanvers

When we first meet Maggie, we learned three basic things about the character: she’s an out and proud lesbian, she’s a cocky little shit, she cares a lot about people. For a while, this is all we had to hold on to. Maggie’s layers were added painstakingly slowly, and you had to pay attention to see what they were. Looking back, the traits that made Maggie Sawyer the woman we love, were always there, we just didn’t know it.

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#ThankYouBones Week

Day 12: 1 Bones Cast, final THANK YOU

“In our culture, we all search for closure. But closure is an illusion. Science shows us that the universe is constantly in flux. It’s what allows our friendships and our love to constantly surprise us.” 

“Quantum physicists have postulated that the way we experience time is an illusion, that it doesn’t happen in a linear way. That past and present– in reality, there’s no difference.”

Those good times with Bones are happening now. They will always be happening. And we can keep them alive forever. It’s not goodbye. Bones will live on- through the fans, cast & crew, and 246 brilliant, beautiful, incredible, awe-inspiring episodes. Always

a DAMN GOOD IGNIS MOMENT.



But really, the more I watch it the more I realise it’s not only a fantastic Ignis moment, it’s a fantastic Chocobros moment in general? REALLY LONG POST AHEAD + UNFINISHED GAMEPLAY WRITING BUT THIS SCENE

Lemme start with Ignis because duh (if you’ve seen anything out of me the past two weeks, it’s probably been Ignis related). He’s been pretty passive about losing his eyesight up until this point. He calls it a minor sacrifice in the grand scheme of things. When Noctis and Gladio fight on the train, Ignis says nothing, even though part of the argument is his own injury. He only tries to stop Gladio by saying his name; Prompto is the one who tries to break it up (more in a moment. anyway not that Ignis really could break it up rn but you know) He’s been optimistic enough about it, though. “I’ll manage somehow” when you invite him into the mines. “This is considerably harder than I expected” he says about fighting. But sometimes you hear the boys say something and Iggy just sort of sighs. They’re dancing around him, and his injury, and the argument, and this scene is where it culminates.

The first time he actually says that it isn’t okay is because of their friendship hitting a low point, rather than his actual injury. But he is so, so aware of that injury and how it has the potential to drag them down. He still says “I would remain with you all. Til the very end” because these are his brothers and he damn well plans to, but that said.

This is the first time we hear Ignis raise his voice, I think. Not including battle cries and the like. Which is saying a lot because this boy is very, very calculated on his emotions. (ie later on when Prompto falls off the train, you hear the very audible difference in Noctis’s voice vs Iggy’s) He’s Crownsguard, Noctis is his king, he will do anything for him, and believes he has no reason to complain even if he has gone blind. But that’s a Big Thing. His yelling in this scene exactly “I know full well!” is finally, finally his frustration coming out and it’s triggered because of their bickering (or anti-bickering, since they aren’t really… speaking much).

He says he is willing to bow out if he starts to slow them down, which imo is like asking him to suffer a physical injury all over again (he is Crownsguard, Noctis is his king, he will do anything for him) but he still will DO IT because he won’t be a burden.

He goes on to give Noctis what, I think, is a much needed confidence boost. “A king pushes onward always, accepting the consequences and never looking back” and in the opening sentences for the next chapter, it literally uses those same words to describe Noct’s reaction to Ardyn’s trick: never looking back. (Also never looking back is exactly what Ignis is doing right now, which is why the choice to focus the camera so much on his scars in that moment is AMAZING.)

He continues with that to tell Gladio that Noct will be king and he will rule, but “only once he’s ready”. And this is SO important. Gladio’s interaction with Noct is painful at least and rage inducing at worst (more below) but not only does Noct need to hear this, Gladio does, too. They can push Noctis into that throne but he will never be able to lead until he is ready, and that involves coming to terms with some very, very heavy stuff that’s been happening. Everybody doesn’t handle grief the same way and they’re all having a hard go at it in very different ways thanks to the events of late.

So all of this makes this the DAMN GOOD IGNIS MOMENT. But it’s also really good for the rest of them, both in mentioned ways and others, but since I’m apparently waxing poetic 

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Distracted

Summary: Music videos are never completely without Lin taking his girlfriend along.
Warnings: so much romantic crap has been put into this, I apologize

Did I really write a fic about the making of that music video? Why yes, yes I did. This is really short and stuffed with fluff, so you have been warned.

“Bet ten bucks you’re gonna screw up your part.”

“If you say that again, I’m gonna kick you out.”

You laughed, head tipping back, while Lin just glared at you. The two of you were currently at the studio with Jordan and a camera crew, getting ready to shoot another section of the music video. You’d never gotten to see a music video being filmed before, so you probably looked like a dork: gawking at all the equipment and lighting, running your fingers over the piano keys like you’d never seen a piano before.

You thought you’d caught Jordan watching you peer into a camera lens earlier and chuckle to himself. Not that you minded. He was an awfully nice person and you were glad Lin had brought you along (“for moral support,” he claimed). And you could get your revenge on him later. Maybe he couldn’t sing as well if you made faces at him from behind the cameraman….

Your thoughts were interrupted when Lin playfully snatched your ball cap from your head. “Hey!” you protested, jumping up from where you were seated on the piano bench.

“You’re trying to get me to mess up,” he returned. You made to swipe at the hat and he held it up above your head. “You don’t deserve this hat.”

“Lin!” You tried to sound mad at him, you really did, but he was giving you that glowing smile, the one that lit up his whole face. You grabbed at the cap again and he dodged you easily. Your momentum almost sent you stumbling into a microphone stand and you heard Lin snicker. That little— Spinning around, you caught him giving you a deceptively innocent look, as he placed your hat on his own head. You had to admit, he looked cute, with that soft sweater and his dark hair sticking out from under your hat—and dammit, you were getting distracted.

“Gimme that back!” You rushed at him and he swore, hands flying up to hold the hat down on his head. The two of you fought for it like ten-year-olds, you hopping up and down to reach for it and Lin darting this way and that to keep away from you. All the while, both of you were giggling stupidly. A few members of the crew looked on in amusement and someone muttered, “when’s the wedding?”

“Lin, you can’t wear that during the video!”

“Watch me!”

“Ugh!” You jumped again, finally got ahold of the cap’s brim, and promptly crashed into him on your way there. You yelped as your head bumped into his chest and heard him gasp your name when you stepped on his foot. Staggering back, he let go of the hat to steady you, hands settling on your arms. The two of you took a moment to catch your breath, the hat caught between you. With every shaky breath you took, you inhaled the clean, slightly-sweet smell of his cologne. Stifling a shiver, you shyly glanced up at him through your lashes. His hair was charmingly mussed from you whipping the hat off of him and you bit your lip over a smile.

The smile widened when he cast his eyes down toward the floor, bashful. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said softly. Then half of a giddy laugh escaped him when you stretched up to kiss his cheek. “(Y/N)!”

“What?” you asked innocently, placing another light kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Quit it, this is a music video, you know.”

“And?”

“And there are cameras—(Y/N)!” He laughed again as you hooked an arm around his shoulders and danced your fingers over the ticklish spot on his neck. His hands went to your waist as though to push you away, but he didn’t. You let your lips wander toward his neck, grazing hotly along his jawline. His tiny gasp and the tightening of his fingers at your hips had you grinning triumphantly. Tilting your chin up toward him, you used your hold around his neck to pull him close.

“Sorry, am I distracting you, Mr. Miranda?” you murmured into his ear.

“I’m going to kill you,” he vowed, even as he turned his head to nuzzle your hair affectionately.

“Nah, you love me too much.”

“Debatable.”

“And I live with you, so if you kill me, no more of my fabulous cooking.”

“Dammit.”

Then you both jumped when one of the crew called from across the room. “Hey, uh, loverbirds! We should probably start shooting at some point today!”

Lin shot you a flat look, as though to say “look what you did.” But you only stuck your hat back on your head and gave him a push toward the studio. “What’re you waiting for? Get out there,” you teased.

“Yes, Your Highness,” he flashed back, tossing the words to you over his shoulder as he walked away.

You got your revenge later, when you winked at him from behind a cameraman halfway through the first shoot and he completely forgot his lines.

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fifteen.

How do you know? Scully had asked him after the Boggs case (in the other place, not the place he thinks must be real). What’s real and what’s not, I mean.

She’d been reading a book and he’d been pretending to nap, and she’d said it, and it sounded like more entertainment then napping, so he’d scooted upright against the pillows, winced against the pain in his leg, and turned to look at her. I just know, he said.

She made a face, setting her book facedown in her lap. Okay, but how do you know?

(They sounded like the little girls, the Eves: how did you know what to do, he’d asked them when they’d dropped them off at the asylum, and they’d chorused, we just knew.)

I just do, he said. How do you know that everything I say is real isn’t?

Science, she said simply. (He could’ve asked about Boggs, but she’d made it clear yesterday, with the sudden stiff shape of her shoulders and the clipped way she said, It’s late, I have to go when he’d tried to get her to discuss it again. She didn’t want to talk about it. Fair, there was plenty he didn’t want to talk about.)

Okay, he said. Well, you have science, then. I have beliefs. I get a… feeling, and I know whether something is real or not.

Are you claiming to be psychic? she asked, raising an eyebrow, smirking. Is that how you knew Boggs wasn’t?

He smirked back. I didn’t say that. I said I just knew.

She nodded, waited a beat before opening her book again. He supposed that meant she was finished with the conversation.

She turned pages for a few minutes before saying, So it’s… wish fulfillment? If you want something to be true hard enough, then it will be?

That’s not what I said either, he said, slightly annoyed now.

Scully looked at him from over the top of the book. But you want to believe, she said, quietly.

The damn poster. He nodded, because he couldn’t exactly say no. I want to believe. So I do.

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Day 10 of my Aaron comes home drabble prompts:

I’m not really happy with this tbh but I was out voted by my Cheerleaders who said I should post it. (Also not a drabble…whoops!)

Prompted by @zacksabrejunior who wanted “Don’t look at my fucking boner when we fight.” I am more than sure this isn’t what you meant …I’m so sorry.

It was really hard for Aaron to take Robert seriously when he was naked from the waist down.

“Don’t look at my fucking boner when we’re fighting,” Robert growled slamming their bedroom door and storming across the room away from Aaron.

“Well stop waving it around in my direction then,” Aaron said defending his current life choices as best he could given that a) his husband was super upset (surprise boner notwithstanding) and b) he was having trouble tearing his eyes away from said boner.

Normally, it would have been just plain distracting but Robert was really on a rampage. He was pissed and Robert pissed usually ended in bad decisions and tears and with at least one person in the boot of a car. And yet Aaron felt more like laughing than anything else, it was strangely liberating.

Maybe he’d finally lost the plot,  this situation they’d found themselves in was so far from amusing that is wasn’t even a little bit funny but Robert standing across from Aaron with his hands on his hips in full tie, dress shirt and suit jacket combo and nothing else was doing crazy things to Aarons concentration let alone his grip on reality.

“This is serious Aaron,” Robert uttered shaking his head at Aaron sounding less angry and more lost.

“I know,” Aaron said trying to wipe away the grin he knew was fixed firmly to his face. “But throwing a tantrum isn’t going to change anything.”

“I just don’t understand why you’re not angrier about this,” Robert said sitting on the bed his rage waning in disbelief.

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anonymous asked:

I can imagine Gabriel crying and clinging to Jack and apologizing for every mean thing he said to him as the reaper and Jack just runs his hands through Gabriel's hair and tries to calm him down

“You didn’t know, Gabby, you can’t feel bad–” 

“But I do, the things I said– the things I did– I am so sorry, Jack.”

“I wasn’t any better and you know it, come on.” Jack reaches up to wipe the tears from Gabriel’s face. His side aches where his stitches are. “I’m not mad. I… don’t know how I feel, but… I’m not angry.”

“We could have killed each other,” Gabriel whispers. 

“But we didn’t. I don’t know what we’re gonna do now, but… I’m glad it’s not too late.” He cups the back of Gabriel’s head and Gabriel lets him pull him down for a soft kiss that tastes like blood. “Whatever we do, we’re gonna do together.”

Gabriel nods, hands so ginger on Jack, terrified of hurting him again. “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t, not anytime soon. Old soldiers are hard to kill.”

Gabriel makes an almost chokes laugh. “You aren’t that old yet.”

Jack starts to laugh at that, but hisses in pain. Gabriel’s brow knits. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll live,” Jack jokes. He touches just above the stitches. “This is gonna scar.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, stop that,” he scolds. Then he smiles. “Besides, scars look good.”

“Isn’t the line ‘chicks dig scars?’”

“Well, sure, but I don’t think I’d classify you as a chick. Even if you’ve got some fantastic thighs.”

Gabriel groans. “This is the worst time for flirting, oh my God.”

Jack only grins at him.

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cassian andor/k-2SO, rogue one, 1.8k [javascript, guarantees visibility of changes to variables across threads]

Found Index : startled laugh, with the light in his eyes; squinting up at, his mouth shaping kay kay kay like a benediction as if machines could be blessed, but maybe they can, because there is cassian andor, smiling and squinting, and—

kaytoo falls in love with a squishy, watery carbon-sack of a sentient. this is only 12.4% less disastrous than he thought it would be.


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kleoette  asked:

I am not sure if this can be done in 500 words BUT..would love a Zimbits where Bitty meets Bob and Alicia

I have owed you this for almost six months so I just sat down and did it all in one go and there are 5000x mistakes but here we go. I love Alicia.

For the Monster Haus AU, featuring Jötunn Jack and Bob, Witch Bitty, and Demi-goddess Alicia.


“You’ve met them like, at least ten times Bittle.”

Bitty resisted the urge to roll his eyes the entire way back into his skull. This was not the first time this exact argument had been had over the past week, and as neither side seemed ready to concede or accept any credibility in the other’s argument, it was highly possible it would be had again before they reached their destination.

“Yes, Jack, but not as your boyfriend,” Bitty explained for at least the fifth time. “And not at your house. Like, your actual house that you grew up in.” Bitty frowned, doing his best not to play with the edges of the Saran wrap covering the top of his latest masterpiece. At least, it had better be a masterpiece. He had been working for days on his newest recipe of chilled pie. It was a chocolate and pecan cheesecake, with just a hint -or possibly a full cup- of acceptance and positive charm added in.

Bitty was certain it was not enough.

From the diver’s side Jack huffed a small laugh, the window fogging for just a moment as his cold breath passed over the glass. “You’ll be fine, Bittle. They already love you.”

Bitty heaved out a breath, preparing for another volley of arguments but Jack reached over the console to grip his hand and for just a moment he forgot what he was going to say.

The fact that Jack had taken his hand was only part of the reason. A very small part of the reason, actually.

“Mother of God.”

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Happy book birthday to me!

Who knew.

This book, written by an American Muslim girl, featuring an American Muslim girl, for an imprint headed by a remarkable American Muslim woman editor, is now available wherever books are sold. 

I’m officially an author, guys. I can’t wait for you to meet Farah.

anonymous asked:

how the hell does k*ramel get more development & is more fast-paced in the season it got started on but yet it took forever for westallen to get together? Westallen started getting more romantic in its 3rd season and I guess we all know why😪

Oh anon i’mma have to ask you to pump the brakes. Gargamel is in no way more developed than WestAllen. Quantity does not equal quality, yeah they’re fast-paced all right, which to me suggests that they’re not gonna last. Yes WA was a slow-burn, but that was purposeful because WA is not meant to be something that is just thrown together for the sake of having a ship *cough, cough, k*aramel*. The writers laid all the groundworks and developments that kept elevating the quality of WA’s relationship. There was never any doubt that WA is endgame. Now if we’re talking about sexy time, that’s a whole other thing. We are way overdue a WA sex scene, I mean…we know that Barry and Iris are insatiable, so they need to show us. All i’m asking for is one scene that’s like a minute or two long👀. 

I wanna make love to the sound of a beautiful orchestral piece… Can you imagine it? Can you imagine the passion? The softness? The transcendence? Can you imagine the beauty of it all? Turning your own bodies into instruments? Merging the two most enticing forms of ethereal pleasure together… Savour music with your lips, play along with your heart and feel it dissolve at the edge of your skin. Shudder beneath the soft kisses of a mouth led by a light pianissimo, and it’s all gorgeous and it’s romantic and it makes your heart roar ever so slightly alongside that incredible melody. And then there’s a violin solo, or a flute, and their hands show you how the music feels, and it is all in such perfect synchrony that the goosebumps on your skin reflect themselves upon your soul. And suddenly you can barely breathe as the crescendo unfolds itself on your bare body, their hands grow eager, their lips tear you into pieces in such urgency that hunger becomes too small of a word to describe it. Your chest rises and falls in a desperate attempt to keep up with the blast of harmonies that erupt and awaken a part of yourself​ you didn’t know existed. The music is the frenzy before the storm, and so are you. As it sprints higher and faster, it resonates wider and deeper within your core, like an incessant echo between every taste you engulf of them, a vibration of the air around and against your every nerve ending. You cease to have 5 senses, for you intake that experience as a whole, and you don’t know if it’s the music that transports you to another realm of existence, or if it’s a vigorous sequence of exploring touches that overflows your sense of reality. And maybe you’ll never know… But it all builds up inside you, it grows and it growls enough for you to scream and plea aloud. And you’re part of the melody that brings you both undone in the sheets of your own brand new piece, written in shaky breaths and ecstasy. The music settles, guiding your heartbeat into redemption. And you lay there, tracing their skin with your fingertips to the sound of the finishing touches of a piano, long before it’s faded.