Guys, I’m crying. I just noticed this Gillian trip in “Home”:

This is funny enough on its own, but it’s made better by the fact that 2 seconds later, in the same [continuous] shot, she makes up for it by this perfectly executed 2x4 shovel pass:

If that’s not motivation to get back up when you stumble, then I don’t know what is. 

Once upon a time a curious pale-eyed and black-haired boy wandered into a big, deep forest. The boy was so fascinated by the plants and animals in these woods that the hours passed by like fish swimming downstream and soon it was dark. The boy only noticed this when he came upon a clearing in the forest, where he could gaze at the twinkling myriad of stars above, glittering like no jewels ever could. Under this starry sky the child laid himself down and fell asleep, trusting himself to the stars care.

The boy had no idea how fortunate he was, for in the forest lived a big, vile spider who resented everything that could walk under the sun. The spider could bear no light, even moonlight left him horribly scarred. So in the darkness of the forest he dwelled, praying upon any that strayed into the woods.

On this night he had been hunting in a far and lonesome corner of the forest and only heard his webs sing when the boy was in safety. The young thing tempted the spider so terribly, he hadn’t had a bite so fresh since he’d been damned to the forest. The spider was patient and could wait, the moon on this night was barely a sliver and would set soon.

Thus the spider creeped towards the boy on the meadow with his long, spindly legs. The starlight pressed patterns into his body, new scars sprang into his flesh at every step. The prize would worth the pain, though, and he was already hideous.

Suddenly the spider felt a burning on his back more like the moon and the sun, intense and painful. He barely had the time to glimpse at a shooting star when he scuttled back into the dark depths of the forest. For a fallen star was standing now next to the sleeping boy, a star like a child of blond hair that shined starlight and twinkling blue eyes, that searched the woods for danger.

The spider became angry, for he could not even look at this star without hurting and he began to plot the demise of the star and returned to remote depths of the forest to wait for his time.

In the meadows the star turned his attention to the sleeping boy. He had gazed down at this boy from his home in the sky, wondering at the curious life of this human. He had worried when the boy had wandered into the forest, his fear growing until he had appeared in the meadow. This was the first time the boy had looked up at the sky for longer than a moment and the star felt as if it was him that the boy gazed at. His joy turned to worry soon though, for the forest loomed around the meadow and dark things dwelled there. Soon his fears came true and the most evil creature in the whole of the woods creeped out into the meadow.

The star didn’t hesitate for a moment and jumped down towards the boy, leaving his home in the sky behind. His descent was as fast as light and yet it still seemed too long for the star. The creature fled at the light and the boy in the meadow was safe for a time longer.
The boy stirred from his sleep soon, a shining star next to him made it seem like midday was upon him. But what gazed down on him was a much more wondrous than the sun.

The boy’s eyes went wide when he realised what stood watch over him. He had heard stories of falling stars, but never believed any, for they were set in times long past or lands far away. But now a real star stood before him and he was sure that nothing in the world could ever compare to the beauty of this star. His skin shimmered, eyes twinkled and his hair was a shining light, bright enough to light up the darkest of nights. The boy was quick to open his mouth.
“A star. A fallen star. How are you real?”
The star stared mutely back, his brow quirking up.

“How did you come down? You look like a human, how could you survive up there? Can you speak?”

At the last rapidly spoken question the star shook his head. Speaking was of no use up in the sky, the distances too great. Instead the star lifted up his hand and cupped the cheek of the boy. The boy had only time to freeze when his mind fell into the star’s. He saw himself there, at different moments in his life, and a question drifted to the forefront of his mind.

The boy gasped as the star let his face go and breathed:

“Sherlock- my name is Sherlock.”

The star smiled dazzlingly at him.

“What’s yours?”

The star scrunched his eyebrows together and shook his head.

“Well, I can’t refer to you as star all the time. Can I make up one for you?” Sherlock inquired.

The star nodded vigorously and smiled.

“I think I’ll name you… John. It’s a common name, but you are so uncommon already. And people tend to notice you less if you have a generic name, not like mine.”

The star smiled wide at his new name, but took hold of Sherlock’s hand to convey that he liked Sherlock’s name. He frowned at the sadness in the boy’s voice. Sherlock gulped and rambled:

“Some people think it’s a weird name and that I do weird things and that I should stopped and-”

Sherlock’s speech was cut off by John hugging him and conveying him emotions of care and happiness. Slowly he relaxed into the hug and for the first time felt like he had a friend. The star hugged him even closer and Sherlock smiled like he was truly happy.

For the lovely lovely @love-in-mind-palace, I started this as an ask to you, but it somehow grew and I now have an entire plot. Whelp! I just have to get it down on paper now.

I’m tagging also @addignisherlock and @predictably-unpredictable, because you may like it and everyone deserves something good!

If anyone else finds this worthy of liking and would like to be notified when (not if, I hope) I write more of this, leave me a message/ask and I’ll tag you!

dogmatix  asked:

fic prompt: Rebels-era Ahsoka, after Vader has killed her in that last fight at the Sith temple (I'm vague on some Rebels events, so I'm not sure that's actually what happened, but it could have happened, given the setup). Anyway, after that, Ahsoka finds herself standing in front of Anakin Skywalker, who's holding out her padawan braid to her and looking at her hopefully. She's back at the moment when she left the Jedi Order. What does she do?

Oooooh I like that one. YEAH TIME TRAVEL.
Have the beginning. I may look at this later, if the plot bites. Anyone else is welcome to it as well.

Ahsoka sees the instant she could win the fight.

Vader… Anakin is hurt, his breathing erratic since she damaged the respirator imbeded in that awful mask. She doesn’t know what happened to her former Master, but she refuses to believe he chose to maim himself to join the Dark Side.
There something else going on. Something happened to him, and nobody was there to help. Master Kenobi could have, but he had been run ragged by the war.
She should have been there.

Now, she watches him with piercing eyes, as they fight so fast the buzzing of their lightsabers clashing is almost deafening, and she sees the opening, as little as it is. An arm unaturally stiff that is just this side of too much to the left, revealing a perfect shot to the chest plate, to the heart underneath it.

It would just take her a swift movement. She would kill Darth Vader, freeing the galaxy from the Emperor’s armed hand. The killer of so many Jedi.
She would also be killing her Master. The man who helped her grow, who teached her most of what she now still uses, despite her claim of being no Jedi, one of the only beings in the Galaxy to have stood by her even when the rest didn’t.
Probably the only one still alive.

And wasn’t that a cruel twist of fate ? To find out Anakin was still alive, just so the world could force her to kill him.
She never did played well with rules.

Ahsoka sees the instant she could win the fight.
She does not take it.

A red lightsaber pierces her through the heart as she extends a hand towards her Master one last time.


A star shines most when the night is at its darkest.

When it goes out, the universe cries in defiance. No.
No more.


Ahsoka almost stumbles when she takes another breath.
One she was pretty sure she wouldn’t take. You do not breathe well when you’re missing a heart and part of a lung.
Her hand is still extended. Her Master is still in front of her. This is still a choice.

Everything else is different.

« They’re asking you back, Ahsoka. I’m asking you back. »

How many times has she relived this moment in her memories, in her dreams, in her nightmares ? The day she left the Order.

What could have been changed ? Would she have been killed by the unwilling clones ? Would she have fled alongside Rex ?
Would she have been able to save her Master ? Something terrible must have happened to put him in that suit. Something that threw him to the Dark Side.
Perhaps the same thing that killed Senator Amidala.
She hadn’t been blind as a teenager, and she’s persuaded of it now. There had been love between Skyguy and Padmé, and neither an unadmitted nor an unresolved one.
Love had always formed the main anchors of Anakin Skywalker. She removed the one formed by their bond. The one between her Master and Master Obi-Wan had been frayed at the edges by war, time and miscommunication.
The strongest had been with the beautiful Senator. If it snapped…

You would get Darth Vader.

Her Master is reaching towards her as she had been doing a few moments ago, a lifetime from now.
How she wishes he would have caught her hand then.

Trembling fingers close around a Padawan braid and her Master’s bright smile lights up the Force.

She is no Jedi.
But she will not leave him. Not this time.

Smaug in @meleerage​‘s Labyrinth AU ‘Nori’s Labyrinth’ is so cool and creepy and suave, I love the designs for him (@asparklethatisblue‘s fic art of him is just lovely).

“If you get to the castle, you get your brothers back.  If not…well…I’ll rip open your chest and eat your heart. Just your heart. I’m hungry and the wait will be so satisfying.”

The bright Christmas lights around Kara’s apartment and the sparkly tree contrast Mon-El’s mood. 

He glares at the happy messages scattered across the tree and reaches for his abandoned cappuccino from earlier. He takes a sip, nose wrinkling as the tepid liquid hits his throat. Setting it down he grabs his beer from the coffee table instead and knocks back a few swallows.

Christmas, he was informed, was a time to be surrounded by loved ones and a time where joy and cheer were felt by all.

Lounging against the couch, he takes another sip of his beer. Right now he feels anything but joy and cheer.

And he knows it’s all his fault.


Christmas Eve at Kara’s apartment was full of the hustle and bustle that usually accompanies holiday gatherings. James, Winn, Alex and her girlfriend Maggie were all there, arriving at different times in the evening all while Kara was running around the kitchen putting last minute touches to the food before dinner. 

Standing by the fridge, he notices everyone, minus Maggie, is a member of ‘Team Supergirl’ as Winn had dubbed them. And due to her presence, it was almost a silent agreement that no conversations were being held about Kara’s double life. 

Not surprisingly this led to some awkward moments in the evening.

The first was when Maggie asked how they all knew each other.

There was an awkward pause as everyone made eye contact across the table, waiting for someone else to answer the loaded question. Then, everyone spoke at once, citing different excuses before all agreeing on work.

Maggie continues to look at them suspiciously at different points during the evening. Alex cracks open the wine hidden in Kara’s fridge soon after that.

The next was after dinner when Kara was handing out homemade Cappuccino’s to everyone. 

Mon-el quickly came to the realization that combining Winn walking around on his phone and a hurried Kara gets you an absolute mess on the floor. 

Mon-El quickly walks around the spilled drinks, grabbing a towel from the stove and leans down to sop up the spreading coffee, nearly banging his head against Kara’s when h crouches down (she’s frantically grabbing shattered pieces of the mugs).

Noticing how close he is, she turns a deep cherry shade for a split second before her complexion returns to normal.

She sends him to the edge of the kitchen to keep the coffee from getting into the carpet as Winn rushes over to her with an armful of paper towels, drowning out anything Mon-El could have said with a thousand apologies to Kara.

The guilt that’s been in his chest since the kiss flairs up again, as he replays her expression in his mind. 

He should never have done it.

Dying and full of the medicine they pumped in him made it seem like a good time to go for it, but when she awkwardly addressed their kiss, his first thought was to immediately backtrack, faking amnesia of the whole incident.

And when she didn’t acknowledge it either, it was like a pit formed in his stomach. So he smiled and played along with her story to further hide in his lie. What it didn’t do was stop the pain he felt when she walked away.

He regrets his choice to hide his real feelings every time he sees her.

And even more in moments like these when he knows she remembers too. 

After dropping the towel off in the sink he heads to the fridge and snatches a beer. As he closes the door she’s suddenly standing there, holding a Cappuccino out to him, smiling with a hint of awkwardness. He slowly reaches to grab it, eyes meeting hers and the tension is palatable. After a pause, she rushes quickly away to Alex, leaving a faint scent of perfume behind.

As he heads to the couch, away from the bustle of people, he wishes she had some alien beverages. He’s going to need something stronger than these human drinks to get through the evening.


The cushions are suffocating.

The warm apartment, the food and the background noise have all made it easy to get lost in his thoughts.

Thoughts of regret, and self loathing.

He knows he needs to stop, to get out of this place, but he knows he can’t leave without it being suspicious. He’s already being suspicious by not being in the center of the gathering, instead lounging here by himself. He’s already drawn a few suspicious looks from both Alex and Winn.

He quickly gets up, grabbing his beer and opens the door to the balcony, walking into the cold night air. He leans his forearms against the railing, soaking up the frigid air, letting it clear his thoughts. The city lights are bright against the clear sky. It’s beautiful, and for once he enjoys the solitude, and peace of the night.

The door opens behind him and jolts him back to reality.

Kara walks up on his left and stands next to him, grasping the cold railing lightly and gazing out at the city like him.  The tension from earlier is back, adding thickness to the freezing air. 

And he’s done pretending.

“I lied, Kara.” She turns her head and looks at him, examining his face for answers. Her golden hair is loose and waving in the winter chill.

“I lied to you,” He turns and looks right back at her. “But you also lied to me.” 

Her brows furrow at his statement.

“I remember the kiss. I remember everything.” As he says the words it’s like a weight has been lifted.

From the look on Kara’s face, whatever she had though he was going to say, this was not it. She looks stunned and hurt. 

It reminds him of how he felt when she walked away in the infirmary.

“Mon-El, why would you do that?” Her voice breaks and he half regrets starting this conversation. This is not how he thought she’d react. He knows she deserves better than him and he looks away.

“Did you think I didn’t want you that way?” He feels a warm pressure and he turns and sees she’s put her hand on his arm, a comforting gesture.

“It’s not because I don’t like you that way, it’s because I didn’t want you to be embarrassed because you did something you regre-" 

She hasn’t even finished her sentence before he puts both hands on either side of her face and kisses her. 

Her hands splay in surprise and she stiffens at first, but seconds later kisses him back, threading one hand in his hair, other hand still on his arm.

When he pulls away, their breath intertwines in the cold air in front of them. He touches her cheek tenderly, and she’s reminded of the kiss in the infirmary. 

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he says gently. Kara laughs softly and he swears it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

She smiles at him and she feels like she’s glowing.

The party is an after thought at this point. However she makes the mistake of looking back through the windows at the party and her face goes beet red. 

Everyone is staring right at them.

Winn’s mouth is hanging open and James’s eyebrows are halfway to the ceiling. Maggie looks impressed and Alex looks shocked, her wine glass tipping precariously.

Kara shoots a look at Alex, who shakes her head, collecting herself, then ushers everyone away to the kitchen, throwing a small smile to Kara as she walks out of sight. 

“Well that was embarrassing,” she says, trying to break the silence somehow.

He laughs a little at that, and she smiles again wrapping her arms around his chest and burying her face there. His arms encircle her and he presses a soft kiss to her hair. She can feel him smile, and she feels something she’s almost sure is bliss.

This is home.

Staring at two different views on your window ledge
Coffee has gone cold, it’s like time froze
There you go wishing, floating down our wishing well
It’s like I’m always causing problems, causing hell
I didn’t mean to put you through this, I can tell
We’re gonna sweep this under the carpet

I hope that I can turn back the time
To make it all alright, all alright for us
I’ll promise to build a new world for us two
With you in the middle


Tony down in workshop for like three days Bucky starts to worry cause come on he’s Bucky and he’s the biggest mother hen ever so he goes down to the shop and finds Tony face down on his workbench with empty fruit snack wrappers and half drank cups of coffee scattered around him like a disgusting halo so Bucky cause he’s Bucky cleans up the mess muttering to himself all along about stupid geniuses and their stupid self destructive behavior and of course Tony is Passed Out™ so he’s still unconscious when Bucky picks him up to literally move him around to clean and Tony finally wakes up when Bucky places a heaping plate of eggs, bacon, home fries, toast with jam, and sausage links in front of him and when Tony is finished and brings his licked clean plate up to the kitchen Bucky is standing at the sink washing dishes even tho there’s a perfectly good dishwasher like half a foot away that Tony paid top dollar for okay but whatever Tony places the plate right in the sudsy sink and wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist and nuzzles the space between Bucky’s shoulder blades and mumbles an I love you and Bucky smiles and turns around in Tony’s grasp and cups his hands around Tony’s face and pulls him to him gently and threatens to pull Tony’s genius brain out from his ass if Tony ever pulls that shit again