i'm down with this ship

“The Raven Queen is actually good good buds with Lady Istus.”

the power couple among the gods, to be honest

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“Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together. Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. ” - Gaby Dunn

shaladin safe space

please reblog this if you’re pro-shaladin, or at least are not anti-shaladin. i need to know that there are more of us out there, shipping and multishipping and seeing shiro happy with his paladins. also i want more shaladin-positive blogs to follow.

this blog is a shaladin safe space.

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me: today i’m going to create quality kakegurui content
also me: ok but one more meme

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Alec Appreciation Weeks ♡ Week 2
   ➸ Favourite Malec Moment(s)

Just leaving this here for all your warm, comfy, chocolaty and cuddly Amedot needs.

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Frieza: “This brings back memories….. about what happened on planet Namek.”

READING THE SUBS FOR THIS…. WE ALL THINK HE’S GONNA TRY KILLING GOKU, BUT HE ONLY MENTIONED MEMORIES OF NAMEK AND NOTHING ELSE….

WHAT IF….

WHAT IF FRIEZA’S ACTUALLY GOING TO REPAY THE FAVOR AND GIVE GOKU HIS ENERGY??

Push and Pull

Stiles aggressively refutes the idea of a supreme soulmate. There’s no possible way that there’s only one person destined to be your partner in life, to fill in the gaps completely. He toys with the idea that there may be multiple people of varying aptitudes that sew up bits and pieces of you, but to believe there’s “THE ONE” out there to make your soul tap dance to the song of your heart and make you feel like the world is finally conquerable? Nope.

Then he meets Derek Hale. Gruff, scruff, and a whole lot of huff and puff. 

It just solidifies Stiles’ thoughts against it because there’s no way that man, beautiful, insufferable asshole that he is, is alone because he is just so broken. If there’s anyone in need of soulmate superglue in any form, it’s him.

He mentally battles the universe, existential crises sneak up on him on idle days, sleepless nights fly by as he struggles with his thoughts. 

Stiles finds himself challenging Derek every step of the way, be it battle plans or what to watch on pack movie nights; Stiles is the push to Derek’s pull.

Stiles is observant, but dense in the same breath; he notes the patterns of their tentative friendship, but chalks it up to friendly bantering and a release of pent up tension from those who trespass through Beacon Hills. They’re masters of button pushing by now.

He could say with confidence that Derek might be a transient soulmate, at best, though his nights are now filled with the ‘what ifs’ of permanence, which are sidelined as quick as they come.

****

Six years down the line, Stiles reflects upon his experiences: loves attained and lost, friends come and gone; Derek the only constant. 

Lounging on the couch, feet propped up on Derek’s lap as he finishes typing up police reports he took home.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

Derek places his bookmark, lays it on the coffee table, mindlessly rubbing circles on Stiles’ ankles as he mulls the thought over.

“No,” he firmly states as he turns his gaze to Stiles.

“But I believe in a soulmate,” He smirks as he leans over and softly kisses Stiles’ forehead, cheekbones, nose and finally sealing the affirmation on his lips.

Stiles chuckles, feet kicking Derek’s thigh, “You’re such a sap.”

“Mmm,” Derek murmurs, “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“Lies. I’d have you in every way.” 

Stiles waggles his eyebrows, smirking as he grabs the back of Derek’s neck and pulls him in for a fevered kiss. Saying all he can’t say, could never put into thoughts or words, with the press of their lips. A kiss that says, ‘You are my one and only.’

Okay, but here’s the thing.

This almost looks like Kara is talking to a memory of Cat, a vision. 

Why else would Cat be sitting in a dirty alleyway like that? It’s not something Cat would do casually. 

This looks like Kara’s final moments with the ghost of her hero. 

“Why did it have to be this way, Cat? Why did you have to come back just to leave me again?” Kara asks. She’s tired. She’s cried every tear possible, and now all she can feel is exhaustion.

“I’ll never really leave you, Kara. You should know better. I’m going to haunt you til the end of your days for keeping this secret from me as long as you did.” Cat’s trademark smirk is beautiful and fragile and something about it breaks Kara’s heart further than she thought possible.

Kara falters.

“I didn’t want to. I wanted to tell you. I just didn’t know how. Every time you looked at me, I guess… I guess I thought you already knew. There was a spark in your eyes, Cat. There was something there.” Kara shuffles her foot in the gravel of the alleyway, glancing downward, unsure.

“There was something there, you’re right,” Cat said slowly. 

“Cat, I…” Kara looks up, but Cat is already gone.

Almost.