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My Chemical Romance Asks
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b></b> I brought you my bullets, You brought me your love<p/><b>Romance:</b> Who was your first love?<p/><b>Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us:</b> Is there a side of yourself that no one knows about?<p/><b>Vampires will never hurt you:</b> Vampires or angry men?<p/><b>Drowning Lessons:</b> Plan on getting married?<p/><b>Our Lady of Sorrows:</b> Are you religious?<p/><b>Headfirst for Halos:</b> Are you hopeful? If so, what for?<p/><b>Skylines and Turnstiles:</b> An important event that changed your life or perspective?<p/><b>Early Sunsets Over Monroeville:</b> What's your favorite horror movie?<p/><b>This Is the Best Day Ever:</b> Ever been to the hospital?<p/><b>Cubicles:</b> Where would you be without My Chem?<p/><b>Demolition Lovers:</b> Would you die for your current lover?<p/><b></b> Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge<p/><b>Helena:</b> Have you lost a family member or friend?<p/><b>Give 'Em Hell, Kid:</b> Have you ever considered committing murder?<p/><b>To The End:</b> Corpse Bride. Yay or nay?<p/><b>You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison:</b> Ever committed a crime?<p/><b>I'm Not Okay (I Promise):</b> Ever felt out of place?<p/><b>The Ghost of You:</b> Ever cried while watching a movie?<p/><b>The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You:</b> Ever been cheated on or have cheated?<p/><b>Interlude:</b> Favorite My Chem song?<p/><b>Thank You for the Venom:</b> Ever wrote something stupid on a t-shirt?<p/><b>Hang 'Em High:</b> Ever shot a gun?<p/><b>It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Fucking Deathwish:</b> Who's your best friend?<p/><b>Cemetery Drive:</b> What's the hardest drive you've experienced?<p/><b></b> The Black Parade<p/><b>The End:</b> Ever thought it'd be the end for you?<p/><b>Dead!:</b> Ever wanted to die?<p/><b>This Is How I Disappear:</b> Ever done something to someone that you can't forgive yourself for?<p/><b>The Sharpest Lives:</b> Are you anxious?<p/><b>Welcome to the Black Parade:</b> What's your favorite memory?<p/><b>I Don't Love You:</b> Have you ever stopped loving them?<p/><b>House of Wolves:</b> What is your favorite era?<p/><b>Cancer:</b> Old or new?<p/><b>Mama:</b> Ever disappointed your parents?<p/><b>Sleep:</b> Any bad dreams?<p/><b>Teenagers:</b> Are you scared of people your own age?<p/><b>Disenchanted:</b> What changed your life for the better?<p/><b>Famous Last Words:</b> What changed your mind about things?<p/><b>Blood:</b> Any hidden secrets no one knows?<p/><b>Danger Days:</b> The True Lives of The Fabulous Killjoys<p/><b>Look Alive, Sunshine:</b> What time do you wake up?<p/><b>Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na):</b> What gives you strength?<p/><b>Bulletproof Heart:</b> Do you miss anyone right now?<p/><b>SING:</b> Who is your idol?<p/><b>Planetary (GO!):</b> Biggest accomplishment?<p/><b>The Only Hope for Me Is:</b> Do you consider yourself hopeless?<p/><b>Jet Star and The Kobra Kid/Traffic Report:</b> What's your favorite go-to outfit?<p/><b>Party Poison:</b> Do you speak different languages?<p/><b>Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back:</b> What is your biggest wish?<p/><b>S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W:</b> Biggest regrets?<p/><b>Summertime:</b> Who's got you excited for the summer?<p/><b>DESTROYA:</b> If you could save anyone in the world from danger/poverty/war/etc. Who would it be?<p/><b>The Kids From Yesterday:</b> What do you wish you could tell your past self?<p/><b>Goodnite, Dr. Death:</b> Opinions on standing for the National Anthem?<p/><b>Vampire Money:</b> What is your catchphrase irl?<p/></p><p/><
How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*

anonymous asked:

What if the NDRV3 guys are being executed and they see their S/O running onto the execution stage... (kinda like what happened during Peko's execution. Though I'll leave it up to you in regards to how horribly it goes...)

Sure thing Anon! In order to avoid spoilers, and for the fun of it, I made my own executions for them!

Another Anon said:  (I may have requested this already. I’m following like 10 dr imagine blogs and it’s hard to keep track sometimes.) Could I request the V3 guys being executed and their reactions when they see their S/O run in to try and save them?

So here you go!

NDRV3 Boys being executed and they see their S/O running onto the execution stage

Shuuichi Saihara:

Saihara is seen sitting at the head of a long table, Monokumas are on the other seats. The Monokumas are all wearing masks and they are just eating the food until suddenly the lights turn off. When the lights come back on, one of the Monokumas has been murdered.

A murder mystery huh?

The whole process repeats until eventually there are just him and two Monokumas left. He closes his eyes and waits for it to be his turn. He hears a bang and when he opens his eyes again, he’s met with the sight of you running towards him.

What are you doing here?! Run!

He tries to call out to you, warn you to stay away but you’re already in front of him, a knife in hand.

“I’ll cut you free”

“No wai-”

The lights turn off again, this time though, he could hear slashing.


Once the lights flicker back on, you’re still in front of him the only difference being that you have three sharp claws sticking out of your chest


The claws retract and you hit the table, the white cloth slowly turning a crimson red. He can’t stop the tears, he doesn’t care anymore, you died because of him… But, you still managed to cut his binds… He deserves to die.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sor-”

Kaito Momota:

Before leaving for his execution he gave you a pat on the back and smiled.

“Sorry S/O, you have to survive for both of us now okay?”

He’s standing in an open field, nothing but grass stretches across the land.

What is this? Is he going to leave me to die of starvation?

The next thing he knows, something starts falling from the sky, at an extremely high speed

What the? Meteorites?!

He starts sprinting doing his best to dodge them all.


No… No… What are you doing here?!

“Watch out!”

Before he knows what’s happening, you quickly push him out of the way

“Follow me! I know where the exit is!”


“There’s no time just run!”

The two of you sprint across the field, you’re holding onto his sleeve tugging him behind you. Some meteors are extremely close to hitting you but nonetheless you keep on running.

If S/O dies, it’ll be my fault.

He looks up to find a meteor heading straight for you.

I can’t let this happen. 



“I’m sorry”

You feel a pair of hands on your back and before you know it you’re being forcibly pushed out of the way. You hear a massive thud behind you which causes you to turn and find… Momota was nowhere to be found, instead you found a meteor with blood leaking from underneath.

You fall to your knees and cry. You failed him. You were so close yet you failed him.


Kiibo is seen sitting on his knees on a massive conveyor belt with a loud thud every now and then. Beside him, there are several pieces of scrap metal scattered.

Ah… I see. I’m a piece of garbage.

He still couldn’t fully accept it. He killed one of his classmates and to make matters worse, you looked at him with a mixture of anger and sadness.

“I deserve this I suppose”



He peers down to find you fiddling with an oversized console.

“Kiibo - kun, listen to me. You did wrong, I can never forgive that.” He clenches his hands but his eyes never leave you. “But that doesn’t mean I will abandon you!”

He glances to find the thing that will soon smash him into pieces is closer.

“S/O - san/kun…”


“I’ll save you!”


“Thank you, for everything you did for me”



“I’ll never forget you”


Rantaro Amami:

What better execution for someone with an unknown talent than a maze full of… Surprises.

Amami is as calm as ever, he begins to slowly make his way through the maze senses on full alert. Monokuma’s laugh echoes off of the walls as several spikes appear right in front of his feet.

Woah, close one.

The future he goes the less hope he has of finding an exit, until…

“Amami - kun!”

He hears your panting voice behind him, did you follow him all the way here? He spins on his heel and quickly grabs your shoulders his eyes instantly locking on yours.

“What on Earth are you doing here?! You should be everywhere but here!”

“I know where the exit is!”

Before he has time to ask you anything else he hears a click.

Huh? Wait are the walls… Closing in on you?!

Sure enough, the corridors start becoming narrower.

“Let’s go!”

He grabs your hand and starts sprinting through the halls. He has no idea where he’s going and he can still hear that cursed laughter.

No… Please

A dead end.

It’s too late to turn back so all he can do is hold you close and wait.

Kokichi Ouma:

An angry mob stands before Ouma, all their faces covered with a Monokuma mask. Some of them are holding signs showing Ouma’s face with a red cross over it whilst others are showing things such as fire. 

Well, there’s only one solution to this situation.

He begins sprinting away, the mob quickly following him. The execution stage seems endless and the dim lighting isn’t making his escape any easier.

“Ouma - kun! Over here!”

He glances up to find you extending your hand to him. From this angle you look almost like an angel, beautiful and offering help. He smiles and starts reaching for your hand but right as your fingertips touch, he appears behind you.

“Upupupupu not so fast”

With one swift push, you fall into the angry mob, hands instantly grabbing at you and pulling at your hair and clothing.

“S/O - chan!”

He tries to push his way through, but it’s almost as if the mob completely forgot about him. He does everything he can.

He screams.

He pushes.

He begs.

However, all that is left of you is several pieces of bloodied fabric.

Gonta Gokuhara:

Gonta is seen standing inside a massive glass jar. He walks over to the walls and tries to hit them several times, but there isn’t even a scratch left there. Moments later, Monokuma arrives with a box and starts tipping it inside the jar. After several trips like that, the jar is filled with several types of poisonous insects that begin to crawl all over Gonta, some already biting and nibbling at him.

He closes his eyes and begins biting his lower lip each time he feels a bite until he hears a thud outside the jar. Once he opens his eyes, he sees you kicking and banging your fists against the glass calling his name.

Ah… S/O - san/kun came to see Gonta… 

He can feel himself beginning to go numb but he makes his way to the side you’re on and places his hand on the glass.

You copy his gesture, tears making their way down your face.

Don’t cry… Afterall… People that like insects… Can’t be bad.

Korekiyo Shinguji:

Shinguji is seen standing in a dimly lit room. Suddenly, the floor beneath him begins to shake and soon a big figure with a Shinigami mask appears. Shinguji begins to sprint down the room the figure quickly following.

The God of Death huh? Kukuku what an interesting turn of events.

He honestly has no idea where he’s going, the room is too dark to see anything but.. What’s this? Footsteps?

He feels a hand wrap itself around his wrist and when he looks up he’s shocked to find that it’s actually you.

“Why are you here.”

It’s not a question per se, more of a demand for an answer.

“I’m saving you Shinguji - kun! I wasn’t convinced it was really you!”

Oh S/O - san/kun your kindness clearly has no limit.

The two of you continue to run presumably in the direction of the exit, but of course that would be too easy. Soon enough, Monokumas start appearing all around you, slowly coming closer.

He tries his best to protect you, but eventually you feel the hands of the Shinigami on your shoulders.

Ryoma Hoshi:

He doesn’t really mind being executed. He didn’t see the point of living anyway.

Or at least… That’s what he would have said, if he hadn’t have met you.

The stage is set up to make it seem like a tennis court with Monokumas filling in the spectator seats. One Monokuma stands in the middle a microphone in hand.

“Welcome! Today we will see the match of the century! Our star player, Hoshi Ryoma, will have to play to survive!”

Hmph, if he’s going to have a machine fire tennis balls at me then that should be easy.

Monokuma does indeed bring in the machine, but there’s a slight odd detail about it, huh? Is that… You tied to it.

“Upupupupu, what will you do now Hoshi - kun? This baby can fire a thousand balls per minute! If you hit them back, chances are you will hurt S/O - san/kun. If you don’t hit them back, you’ll die! What a despair filled situation!”

Hoshi glances at you but there’s just a small smile on your lips.

“Don’t worry about me Hoshi - kun, use your talent and you’ll be fine.”

But if I do then you’ll die.

He closes his eyes and exhales. You don’t deserve to die. You really don’t.

He drops the racket.

Chicago List:
  • UM
  • Met @suga-peaches
  • A lovely lady
  • a sweet bean
  • Stood in the longest line to get in
  • It was pouring rain
  • Still good tho
  • Finally got in
  • Found my seat
  • The people around me were friendly af
  • there was a short asian girl on my left and she swooned a lot and used me as a crutch
  • I love her
  • The girl on my right asked me who my bias was
  • Rapjoon obvi
  • She didnt make fun of me when I flubbed a word like 30 times
  • BTS makes ya stupid with love
  • OK SO
  • Park Jimin?????????
  • CUTEST MOCHI????????
  • I’m pretty sure when they were all doing their talking parts, at one point he said something in English and ARMY didn’t really react so he got all embarrassed anD STARTED TALKING IN KOREAN AND WAS JUST LIKE “SARANGHAE”
  • Kim Taehyung
  • AMAZING  VOICE???????????
  • Min Yoongi
  • A cutie
  • Slayed my ass
  • At some point he was greeting us and was getting us to scream and just started yelling IN THE LOUDEST, SCRATCHIEST VOICE
  • Jeon Jungkook
  • Wore a pair of bunny ears tossed onto the stage
  • Truely the golden Maknae
  • What a man
  • I still want to be his friend
  • Jungkook-ah! Let’s play overwatch!
  • Also Yoongi looked really short it was adorable
  • Uhhhh
  • Kim Seokjin
  • Literal angel
  • Slayed the vocals
  • Snatched my ass with his solo
  • Don’t sleep on him
  • give him love
  • There’s a reason I say I bias 94-line overall
  • WHAT
  • MAN
  • Literal ray of sunshine????
  • UMMMM???
  • He was on fire the whole fucking time
  • being extra as hell doing dances even where they weren’t doing choreo
  • The sweetest bean I’ve ever seen
  • Also A RAP DADDY
  • I said it and I apologize immediately
  • Rap line murdered my ass with cypher
  • Rip lauren dom-joonie is no more
  • He’s the cutest thing ever
  • AND HE DANCED LIKE A BOSS???????????????
  • His english is messy sometimes and it’s adorable
  • I still screamed “I LOVE YOU” at him like 30 times
  • Reflection got me clutching my titty-heart like no tomorrow
  • I love Kim Namjoon and respect him so much
  • Please love him
  • At the end when it was time to go they lingered on stage forever and it made me feel like they really didn’t want to go and ugh my heart
  • Jimin did another little star jump
  • I love him
  • Uhm
  • Jhope wore a hat a fan threw on stage and when Rapmon asked where he got it he said “I bought it!” in perfect english
  • P sure Jin took someones army bomb I wonder if they’re salty
  • On the way out I bought an ARMY BOMB FOR NO APPARENT REASON???
  • Whatever I had to buy something and everything else was sold out
  • I want a namjoon fan tho dammit
  • Also after I went outside I heard girls screaming and I guess BTS had gotten in their van and were leaving??
  • I was like omg let them be
  • And you know what?
  • As I was walking home they drove straight next to me
  • A red faced girl walking in the rain holding an army bomb
  • I didn’t chase after them
  • Some other car did tho–like sped after them–and I was like….bitch really
  • ANyway traffic was a bitch so you know what???
  • I caught up to them on foot bc they were at the light xD
  • I just kind of glanced over at the tinted glass and was like “They’re in there….huh”
  • Also when I came out of the concert hall I was literally deaf for about 10 minutes
  • I’m not kidding
  • Fuck
  • I’m sad it’s over
  • it was so much fun
  • I love bts
  • I’m so glad I did this
12 Years (Sirius Black x Female!Reader)

A/N: So sorry that this took so long and I changed the ask a little bit. I hope it’s ok. This is my first time writing for adult!Sirius.

Word Count: 904

Warnings: One nearly swear because I’m such a rebel.

Requested: yes ( @dygalome  ) 

Oh oh I suck at writing, but I may have an idea that may interest you. Still in the soulmate AU thing. What if you stop aging when you’re 18 until you meet your soulmate, but you realized that you never stop aging only after that Sirius is sent to Azkaban? It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, I just suddenly got the idea while I was writing to you

AU: When you reach the age of 18 you stop ageing until you meet your soulmate.

Blurb: You and Sirius were best friends when you were younger. But that was before he murdered James and Lily Potter in cold blood. Now he’s been in Azkaban for 12 years but you still haven’t found your soulmate. What happens when you meet again?

“Morning Remus,” you chirped walking into the kitchen.

“Morning (Y/N)” he replied solemnly. “I’m leaving today.”

“Crap. That’s today?” you facepalmed. “I totally forgot,” you said apologetically.

“You’ll be ok by yourself won’t you?” he asked. 

Typical Remus. Always worried.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just that it’s been nearly 12 years since-”

“Please don’t!” you interrupted, looking down. This is not what you wanted to talk about first thing in the morning. 

“I’ll drive you to the train station,” you offered.


It had been half way through your first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You had gone there like your parents. And their parents before them.

“Oi! You! Chuck us our ball back” someone yelled.

You turned around to see a group of Gryffindor boys waiting expectantly.

You threw the ball at them. A boy with black, shoulder length hair and a cheeky smirk caught it. 

“Cheers love!”

Well, he was gorgeous.

12 years. And it was his fault. How could he? They were his friends.

Beautiful Lily with her hair like flames dancing in the wind.

And James with his playful grin.

He ruined it. Anyway, it was all over now. He’s been locked away for 12 years why should you think about it now?

“Can you help me find her though?” he pleaded. “I’ll help you.”

“I said no!” you said sternly. “You need to find her yourself.”

“Ok, but does that mean you’ve found your soulmate already?”

“Of course not. If I did would be the first to know,” you replied.

“Honestly don’t know if I'll ever find my soulmate. I’ll be 18 forever.” he huffed. “Wouldn’t that be great?”

“Yeah. Fantastic,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

You wondered if he ever did find the one. Maybe she’s in a cell next to him. Criminals together. 

A part of you wished he didn’t. Because then you’d lose your best friend. 

But he was gone anyway so what did it matter.

You were alone and soulmate-less.

“We need yo move in together though.” you whined.

“Nah! I’ll go live wth Remus or something instead.” Sirius joked.

“But you promised…” you complained.

“Guess I’m stuck with you then.” he rolled his eyes.


You both burst into laughter.

You stirred your tea again. Adding another spoonful of sugar. How many was that now?

Why? Why were you still 18? 

Remus had Tonks. Lily had James. Who did you have?


Even Sirius Black, the heartless and cold blooded killer, probably had his murderer soulmate.

“Remus found his soulmate!” you yelled, bursting in through the door of you and Sirius’ shared flat.

“Who?” he said, sitting up.

“New girl at the Order,” you explained. “Goes by Tonks.”

“Even our nerdy Moony found his soulmate before us?”

You nodded.

“We’re doomed.”

“Yep.” you agreed. “Now go make me a cuppa please?”

“Lazy.” he said, heading to the kitchen.

If what the Order told you was true little Harry didn’t turn out too bad. Considering.

His whole family was murdered by a man they trusted. 

But Harry didn’t know Sirius Black. You did though.

You burst in through the door.

“Step away from him.” you whispered, pointing your wand at the two hugging men.

“No (Y/N) it’s-”

“I said step away, Remus!” you said, louder this time.

Remus took a step back towards Harry, Hermione and Ron. Oh. Look at Harry. He’d grow a lot in the past few years.

But there was a more pressing matter to deal with now. Sirius Black. The crazed man stood in front of you.

“What did you do? Why Sirius?” Tears streamed down your cheeks.

“(Y/N)” he said softly. The same way that he used to.

He took a step forward.

“No! Stay right there!” You pressed your wand into the side of his neck. “One more step and I’ll kill you right where you’re stood.”

“I’m sorry (Y/N) but I didn’t do it.”

“What do you mean? Yes, you did. You killed James and Lily Potter. They died because of you.”

“No. They died because of him.” Sirius pointed towards the children. This was mental.

“Who? Me?” asked Ron, obviously confused.

“Ron couldn’t-” started Hermione.

“No! Not the kid!” said Sirius desperately. “The rat!”

“What do you mean the rat?” You were confused.

“Scabbers? How could he kill someone?”

“Because he’s not a rat. Are you, Peter?”

“Wait! Peter as in-” you were about to ask.

“Peter Pettigrew?”

How on earth did Harry know that name?

In that moment the rat bit Ron and scurried away.

Someone hit it- him- with a spell and he started morphing back into none other than Petter Pettigrew.

“So you didn’t kill them?” you asked for the fourth time.

“No (Y/N). I could never do that to Lily and James,” he explained again, holding your hands gently. 

“So you didn’t find her?” you said gesturing to his face.

“No,” he shook his head.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered.

“I’m not.” You looked up questioningly. He smiled at you. “I’m with her now and that’s good enough for me.”


“You’re my soulmate (Y/N).”

“Oh,” you said. “And here I was thinking I could stay 18 forever. Take over the world. That type of thing.”

“Sorry for crushing your dreams love.”

“I’m not. I have the best soulmate ever,” you said throwing your arms around his neck. “Come back home with me?” you begged. “Please.”

“Of course.”


Sirius Black:




Harry Potter Universe:







Remember me (Pt.2)
  • <p> <b>Requests:</b> Open!<p/><b>A/N:</b>   English is not my maternal language, sorry if this has any grammatical errors.<p/><b>Summary:</b> Bucky and Y/N have a very close friendship. Both are part of the Avengers. He has a girlfriend and is going to take the big step. She instead, suffers a serious accident that changes everything.<p/><b>Characters:</b> Avengers, Bucky, Fem!Reader, OFC (Reader parents, brother...)<p/><b>Genre:</b> Drama, family, angst, romance, hurt/comfort.<p/><b>Warnings:</b> Curse/Swearing, car accident.<p/><b></b> °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°<p/><b></b> "Bucky! Honey! Honey! Honey, wake up! Come on, Bucky!" Molly said while shaking Bucky, trying to woke him up. "Bucky!" she exclaimed desperately, finally he woke up.<p/><b></b> "Molly... it's only three in the morning..." he said sleepy while scrubbing his eyes. He sat down. "What happened? Y/N forgot the keys in her car again?" he asked before laughing at his own joke.<p/><b></b> "No, it's nothing like that." Molly said very serious. "But something has happened, Bucky. Something really bad."<p/><b></b> Barnes swallowed saliva. "Wh-What happened?"<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> Bucky responded the phone call.<p/><b></b> "Steve." he called Captain America. "Is there anything new about her?"<p/><b></b> "She's just been rushed to O.R." the captain took a breath and sighed. "Hurry... Hurry up. This doesn't look good for Y/N."<p/><b></b> "We're on the way, we'll be there in two minutes."<p/><b></b> "Okay." Steve breathed in the urge to cry. "Okay"<p/><b></b> "Steve... how are the others?" The brunette guy asked with his voice cut off. He looked up at Molly who put her hand on his shoulder as a sign of support.<p/><b></b> "Wanda is crying, Clint and Natasha are enduring the desire to do so, while comforting her, and the others perplexed by the situation." The blond man said with a broke voice.<p/><b></b> "What about you?" Bucky questioned.<p/><b></b> "Waiting... For not lose anyone else." Steve answered. "What about you?"<p/><b></b> "Crossing my fingers and hoping everything goes well. But I'm... Terrified" Buck admitted. "Steve, I'm leaving you. I'll see you now."<p/><b></b> "All right, pal."<p/><b></b> He hung up the call.<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> "Guys! Guys!" Bucky called to his friends when he saw them in the waiting room. He squeezed Molly's hand.<p/><b></b> "Oh, Bucky!" Wanda exclaimed when she saw him, she went go to him and hug him. She cried on the ex-murderer's shoulder. Bucky held her tightly in a protective embrace, while Molly stroked her back for comfort.<p/><b></b> "Where are Sam and Bruce?" Bucky asked, looking for his friends when he saw that they were not there.<p/><b></b> "They're on their way. Clint picked them up." Natasha replied.<p/><b></b> "Do you know anything yet?" Molly asked softly.<p/><b></b> "Nothing, for now. Only that she's been rushed up to the O.R because she needed an emergency surgery, apparently she was having an intracranial hemorrage." Natasha replied again.<p/><b></b> "Oh, god." Molly whispered surprised, as she hugged Bucky. He hugged her tightly.<p/><b></b> He missed his best friend so much.<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> "Avengers." A doctor called the team.<p/><b></b> They all stood up when they saw the doctor.<p/><b></b> "Jeff..." Bucky whispered as he saw his friend's ex-boyfriend. "What are you doing here?" he asked incredulously.<p/><b></b> "James" Jeff said in a greeting.<p/><b></b> "Do you guys know each other?" Wanda questioned as she saw both men met.<p/><b></b> "Yes. This... is Jeff Miller, Y/N's ex." Bucky replied as he watched Jeff serious.<p/><b></b> "Are you the one who takes care of her?" Tony asked, approaching Jeff.<p/><b></b> "I was." Jeff answered with some difficulty.<p/><b></b> "You was?" Bruce asked incredulously. "What do you mean, you was? Did Y/N... die?"<p/><b></b> They were all static and terrified at the idea, so they all shut up for a brief moment.<p/><b></b> "She's dead, Jeff" Winter Soldier dared to ask.<p/><b></b> They all looked at Jeff, demanding an answer to the difficult question.<p/><b></b> Jeff caught some air.<p/><b></b> "No. But it doesn't look good, the situation." answered the young doctor. "She could die at any moment, so it's better to prepare for the worst." He ended up saying that with a grimace on his face.<p/><b></b> "If it's that bad, then you're right." Sam said.<p/><b></b> "Okay. Now they'll take her to the ICU, later you can go see her. I'll let you know." Jeff said while he was going away.<p/><b></b> "Thank you, Doctor." steve said in a whisper.<p/><b></b> "I don't believe this is happening." Clint said in a sigh.<p/><b></b> "Shit... Oh, damn it" Bucky whispered, slipping into one of the chairs in the waiting room.<p/><b></b> "Honey?" Molly asked, while approaching him.<p/><b></b> "Her father... arrives on Sunday. He is coming back from the army." He put his hands to his head. "Fuck!"<p/><b></b> "And her mother? Who's going to let her know about... This?" Molly asked worried.<p/><b></b> "Her mother... is in Europe. Well... coming back. She'll be here in the morning. I'll get her when she gets here." Tony said softly. "I know her mom. She was a friend of mine years ago."<p/><b></b> "All of this is so crazy! Like... why is this even happening?" Wanda asked to herself.<p/><b></b> "And now what? What are we gonna do? Just wait?" Natasha asked while taking Bruce's hand.<p/><b></b> "Yeah, it looks like is the only option that we have now." Bruce said.<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> It's been five hours. Five hours of long wait. In which the wait became eternal for everyone. Especially for Bucky.<p/><b></b> They all sat and waited, except Steve, who stood against the wall.<p/><b></b> Finally the long hours of waiting finally came to an end when the young doctor arrived to warn them.<p/><b></b> "You can come in now. Her condition has improved a little, but it's still critical." Jeff said as he led them to where the young woman was.<p/><b></b> "Thanks" Wanda whispered in tears.<p/><b></b> "And... what's her condition?"<p/><b></b> "I'm sorry, I can't tell you. Dr. Mayer's the attending to the case, but he'll be here now."<p/><b></b> "All right. Thank you, anyway" someone said.<p/><b></b> "Oh, my God! Y/N!" Steve exclaimed when he saw her friend lying in bed, surrounded by cables and tubes. "Kiddo..."<p/><b></b> "Y/N/N..." Tony whispered as he grabed his friend's hand.<p/><b></b> "Y/L/N, you can't give up, you have to get out of this. You... Have to." Clint said, looking at his friend as well, and going to Wanda.<p/><b></b> Little by little they all left the room, until Bucky was left in it.<p/><b></b> "Hey, Y/N" the Sergeant spoke as he grabed both hands from his best friend. "You have to recover from this, you hear me? You have to get out of this. You can't leave me. Not now that I'm going to... You can't leave me like this." he said as he began to cry.<p/><b></b> She stroked her friends hair and kissed him on the forehead before going to the door.<p/><b></b> "I always thought it would be me who would end up in a hospital bed. Not you. So don't you dare to die before me, because I'm the one who's 100 years old." he joked before leaving the room in tears.<p/><b></b> [...]<p/><b></b> "Her situation is very delicate." Dr. Mayer sentenced.<p/><b></b> "What do you mean?" Steve asked with a serious tone.<p/><b></b> "The accident could have left serious consequences for her."<p/><b></b> "Like what kind?" Natasha questioned as she looked at her friend and teammate, who was unconscious in her hospital bed.<p/><b></b> "Due to the severity of her injuries, she is in a coma. And according to the prognostic, we believe that she may suffer consequences, possibly she could have lost some function, given the location of the impact. But we won't know exactly until she wakes up." Explained the chief doctor of the case.<p/><b></b> "What does that mean?" Molly asked sadly.<p/><b></b> "It means that until she wakes up we won't know for sure what damage she has suffered." Jeff answered Molly's question.<p/><b></b> "Is there something wrong with her not responding when you guys lowered her sedation?" Steve asked.<p/><b></b> "It depends." Mayer replied.<p/><b></b> "What does that depend on?"<p/><b></b> "Perhaps it was too early to know the extent of the damage or..."<p/><b></b> "Or?" Wanda asked trying to the Doctor to explain.<p/><b></b> "She could have suffered a brain damage and she won't wake up." Dr. Mayer sentenced.<p/><b></b> Suddenly the cardiogram indicating the girl's vital signs began to fall, alerting everyone present. The cardiogram stopped showing the young agent's constants, as she stopped having them.<p/><b></b> "Shit!" Jeff exclaimed. "Avengers, Agents, get out of here!" he ordered.<p/><b></b> "Code blue! Get a crash cart! Now!" Dr. Mayer ordered. "We're losing her!"<p/><b></b> "W...What?!" Wanda asked as the nurses were getting everyone out of the room. "What's happening to her?" No one answered to Wanda.<p/><b></b> "We need to stabilize her and get her into O.R." Dr. Mayer spoke.<p/><b></b> "Jeff! Jeff!" Bucky exclaimed. "Jeff! What's wrong with her?! Miller!"<p/><b></b> "She's dying!" Jeff exclaimed. "Y/N is dying! She's bleeding out."<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

I have a question about Macbeth :) why does Lady Macbeth ring the bell before Duncan's murder? I mean, if everyone is sleeping, won't the bell wake everyone?

That’s a fair point, but there are a number of things to consider, the most important being that stage business doesn’t need to be completely realistic. I’ve talked about this a few times before, but realism is not an important part of early modern drama, so it’s simply not necessary to imagine Macbeth’s castle as a functioning household with real sleeping people who might be woken by the bell. The more important issue is how dramatically effective it would be to use the sound of a bell.

But in this particular case, it wouldn’t matter much even if you were to imagine a castle full of sleeping people, because Macbeth has already provided a rationale for the bell when he tells his servant, ‘Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, / She strike upon the bell’ (2.1.31-32). As far as the household is aware, the bell summons Macbeth to his bedtime drink, not to murder. Macbeth has switched the significance of an everyday domestic occurrence (bell for bedtime drink) to mean something entirely different. The sound of a bell is not inherently alarming.

This brings me to the second point, which is that bells were a lot more of a common sound in Shakespeare’s time than it is for many people now. As already mentioned, the bell was a method of communication in large households, used to summon servants or to let others know about something, including major events, as when Macduff calls for someone to ‘Ring the alarum-bell’ (2.3.76; clearly a different sort of bell sound to the one used by Lady Macbeth). But also, in a time when the majority of people didn’t have watches, bells were used to tell time and regularly sounded through the day, so, for instance, there would have been a bell at midnight, as referenced in Anthony and Cleopatra: ‘let’s mock the midnight bell’ (3.13.185), or Falstaff famous line ‘We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow’ (3.2.205-6). Bells were also used for ceremonial purposes such as when someone was about to die, weddings, funerals, coronations and announcements of royal visits (introduced by Elizabeth), as well as celebrations of days when monarchs escaped murder attempts (introduced by James I; 5th of November is a notable date).

Anyone who’s lived near a bell tower (or a train station, or anything loud and regular) will be able to tell you that when you hear it all the time, bells will no longer wake you unless you’re listening out for them or want to be woken. The sound of a bell is far from a suspicious sound in an environment where bells are being used regularly. But you might also be able to sense how Shakespeare has used this familiar but significant sound to evoke other meanings such as the death knell, the coronation of a new monarch, royal assassination attempts, etc. It’s a highly effective dramatic technique for those aware of the many meanings a bell can have, as Shakespeare’s audience would have been. In fact, if you look out for it, the bell and the death knell are recurring motifs in Macbeth, where the alarm bell is sounded again before the battle and therefore before the death of another king (Macbeth this time), and several characters refer to the death knell. The best example is Ross, who says that since Macbeth has become king ‘the deadman’s knell / Is there scarce ask’d for who‘ (4.3.170-71). In other words, so many people are dying in Scotland that the death knell is being sounded almost continuously – something the people of London would have experienced during the plague epidemics in Shakespeare’s time.

Basically, realistic concerns are largely irrelevant, but there are many reasons why the bell is unlikely to wake Macbeth’s household at the point where it’s sounded in the play. The important thing is that it draws on early modern tradition to add to the overall tension and wider significance of the events that are being staged.

anonymous asked:

First of all I would talk to you without the anon but I'm really embarrassed and I'm surprised by this ... I liked the movie a lot, tomorrow I'll see it again to be able to argue better but this friend is really important to me and it hurts. Well here we go (i gonna translate so sorry for my english) 1/4

There is no need to be embarrassed love. I definitely will not judge, but I respect your decision to stay on anon. I want to start off by saying that it is apparent that your friend isn’t that open to changing her mind and I’m sorry you are having such a hard time with this. I wish you luck and whatever happens, I hope this doesn’t have a negative impact in your relationship with her.

However, due to these stubborn (and with all due respect, nonsensical) counterarguments, this is how @kara-danvers-lena-luthor and I are feeling:

So buckle up again! Be warned because all the above is about to be shredded. Sorry, not sorry, in advance. (For those just joining us, this is a follow-up ask to this mic drop prompt).

Let’s break it down again:

1) “The hetero romance is unnecessary.”

Okay, again: What movie did your friend watch? Because it doesn’t sound like they watched WW. In my opinion, Diana and Steve’s romance is more important than any other romance in the DCEU (so far). I’m going to give your friend the benefit of the doubt and say they find Clark/Lois unnecessary romance as well (because if they don’t, they are really sexist, but I don’t know them so I’m going to stay in my lane). But Lois is crucial to Clark keeping in touch with his humanity; and Steve plays the same part. 

Diana is thrown into a chaotic world, but she sees the goodness and kindness she’s heard in her mother’s stories reflected in Steve, and that’s her first impression of all men. If it weren’t for Steve, if it had been some other man who washed ashore, Diana might as well have turned her back on humankind. 

Remember the scene where they are crossing the bridge, and Steve tells her that they are meeting a smuggler, and she frowns upon it, only to have Steve tell her: “Hey, I’m a thief, a murder, and a smuggler too, still coming?” If it weren’t for him, if Diana couldn’t have seen the world through his point-of-view, she would have still had a romanticized view of the world: “The Germans are bad, we’re good.” But it’s through her faith in him that she’s able to see that each and every one of us is responsible for the choices we make. It’s through Sammy’s words that she learns that not all of us were born with the privilege to be trained in what we love, and the freedom to pursue our dreams. It’s seeing Chief’s kindness toward Steve that she learns that even good men come from bad people (aka, how Steve is a good man, but the Americans killed their Native population). It’s seeing Charlie’s struggle with his own demons that she learns that we (humans) keep going even when it seems impossible. 

Women are always seen as weaker links due to their hearts and emotional investment in people and/or situations. This is an assumption that absolutely has to be put in the ground! To paraphrase Patty Jenkins, one of the most sexist things we’ve done is to create this notion that women have to be alone to be strong. Wonder Woman is a love story, a love story between Diana and Steve, but more than that, it’s the love story between Diana and humankind.

2) “[The hetero romance] erases Diana’s bisexual identity.” 

(Someone explain to me, how does a woman dating/falling in love with a man erase her bisexual identity?? Anyone?)


And that’s all that needs to be said on that point. -sips tea- Now let’s move on.

3) “On the Island there is no talk of love or sex between the Amazons.” 

…I’m sorry, your friend tires me… Okay, where in Man of Steel does Clark have this huge discussion about loving women? Where in Batman vs Superman do we see Alfred giving Bruce the talk about the birds and the bees? We don’t because it’s not important!

And I know, I know, as a queer person myself, I know it can be frustrating to not see yourself represented on screen with all the words clearly stating the character’s sexual orientation, but come on!!!! Big picture here, my friend:

  • As I said on point 1, the most important love story in the movie is between Diana and humankind, nothing more, nothing less. 
  • There’s no talk of (romantic) love or sex among the Amazons, because 
    • It’s not important to the plot, and 
    • As I said on that previous reply, they had to be super smart about how they went about it in order to keep the rating low, and in order to not anger closed-minded people 
  • Now that the movie is a success, you never know! Gal, when asked who she wants Diana’s next love interest to be, she said she wants Halle Barry. That might happen! Because now they’ve proved that they can bring people to actually see the movie, and they might have more liberty! Also, you have to remember that a lot of these decisions go over the director/writers’ heads, it’s the execs who tell them what can and cannot air. 

But you CANNOT say that Diana does not know what love is, because she was the only child in an island. She was loved and cherished by every single Amazon, and Hippolyta herself says that Diana was her greatest love. Which brings us into our next point:

4) “Diana knows nothing of (romantic) love and sex, only what she has read in a book. The “joke” [men are unnecessary for pleasure] is what the book says, not her opinion. The hetero romance takes away the meaning (of Diana saying she knows about the pleasures of the flesh)” 

Again, buddy, pal, friend… The movie was already nearly three hours long! In order for them to properly explore Diana’s sexuality, they would have had to alternate training scene/make-out scene, training scene/make-out scene… and don’t you think that would have been ridiculous? 

Your friend doesn’t seem to understand the huge struggle that was putting together the Wonder Woman script. Unlike Superman and Batman, most people don’t know how Diana became Wonder Woman, and can’t your friend see that if they had focused on Diana’s love life growing up, there would have been a legion of butt-hurt men claiming Wonder Woman is a Mary Sue?? 

The point is, they had a story to tell, and they went about the best way to do it. As Brittane put it, you can’t please 100% of people all the time. They showed how the best warrior in the DC universe came to be. Job well done. 

Also, if Diana didn’t agree with the book, why would she have brought it up and quoted it?? If she really didn’t know absolutely anything about sex, if she didn’t agree with the book, don’t you think her reply to Steve’s comment would have been something like: “I’ve never tried it myself, but I have read all about it.” (Which would have been terrible because it would fall into the male fantasy trope of the pure little virgin girlAnd it wouldn’t have been any joke, it would just be a cheap set-up for their “unnecessary” romance… 

Lastly…. It is not a hetero romance if someone identifies as bisexual!!

-Disk Scratch- -Freeze Frame- Time for a ‘Keep Reading’ link. Stay with us for the following points:

5) All this shows that on the Island there was no (romantic) love and implies it only happens with men. (pffffft)
6) No matter the people who she has seen massacred, the only thing that matters is her love for Steve. (I beg your pardon, what??)
7) Heteronormativity has stolen Wonder Woman (Nah, honey! We actually dodged that bullet. You’ll see.)
8) The characters that accompany Steve and Diana are stereotypes (When only seen simply, maybe. Do the characters some justice and try looking deeper perhaps? It costs $0 to look beyond the surface.)

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I'll Always Love You (Request)

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Edward Nygma x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, upset reader

Summary: The reader has been with Edward Nygma for as long as she can remember and has helped him become who he was meant to be. She starts to think that he will no longer love her because she’s different from him, only to have him prove her wrong.


You’d been with Edward Nygma since the beginning. Literally.

You’d been there to protect him from bullies in high school, you’d been there when he got excepted into university, and you’d been with him when he got his job as a forensic scientist at the GCPD. And of course you had been there when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Ever since that day you’d been there for him. Whatever he chose to do you supported, as a good significant other should. You had even been there to support him during one of his darkest moments…


You had been sitting on your couch in your shared apartment when someone threw the door open. You tossed your crossword puzzle to the floor and leapt up, turning to the door in surprise. Edward stumbled into the apartment, eyes wide and chest heaving.

You looked at him for a moment in surprise before running to him. Grabbing his shoulders you tried to get him to look at you. He was acting like a caged animal, scared and panicking.

“Ed! Ed, look at me. What, what the hell happened?” Your voice high and your words were rushed. His shaky eyes finally met yours.

“I did something bad, (Y/N). Really bad.”

You just stared at him for a moment before enveloping him in a hug. You could feel him trembling with your arms around him. Burying your face into the crook of his neck you simply murmured, “I’ll always love you.”


That was several months ago, the first murder he committed. And it wasn’t the last. He often bragged about his murders and while you knew he would never lay a hand on you, it still bothered you. You weren’t a killer like him. You accepted that you didn’t have the heart to kill someone.

You often wondered if he thought differently about you since you had never killed. Would he still love you? Of course you loved him regardless of all his flaws, but that was different. How did he truly feel about you?

The hot prick of a tear stabbed at your eye. Oh god, what if he didn’t love you? What if he left you because you were different from him? A hot tear rolled down your cheek at the thought. You tried to tell yourself that you were overreacting, but that didn’t seem to stop the onslaught of emotions crashing into you. You were going to lose him, weren’t you? You buried your face into your hands and let out a choked sob.

“(Y/N), I’m- Are you crying?” Edward’s voice suddenly interrupted your tears. You looked up to see him at the door with bags of groceries in his hands and a look of disbelief on his face. He dropped the bags and rushed to your side, holding your arms gently.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was filled with genuine concern as his dark eyes flickered across your tear stained face. He wiped away a tear with his thumb and you grabbed his hands, holding them to your face.

“Say you love me,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. You could feel your grip on his hands tightening and you were probably leaving crescent shaped imprints where your nails dug into his skin.

Edward seemed taken aback. “I love you, of course I do! Why wouldn’t I?”

You let out a laugh between hiccups of tears and pulled him into a tight hug. So you were overreacting.

You felt his fingers brush through your hair lovingly. “Don’t you ever think that I don’t love you,” he murmured softly. “You’ve done so much for me. You’ve helped me become who I was meant to be, (Y/N). You’ll always be there for me and I’ll always be there for you. That’s how relationships work, right?”

You sniffed, suddenly feeling very silly. You rubbed the soft fabric of his t-shirt with the tips of your fingers and closed your eyes tightly. You seriously loved this guy. You loved how he could tell you all of the facts about coffee. You loved how he explained things with riddles. You loved him for all of his flaws and imperfections.

It didn’t matter that you weren’t exactly like him. You knew he would love and protect you no matter what happened. And honestly, that’s all that matters.

You’d been with him since the beginning and you were going to stay with him until the end.

anonymous asked:

God I love your writing it's so great and your portrayal of the characters just draws me in and makes me want to know everything I'm just such a sap for domestic fluff. Especially RexObi in the b99 au. Like I just wanna know what their married life is like. What's their downtime like, what do their wedding rings look like? What did they have for dinner? Who says I love you the most? What I'm trying to get at. Is you're brilliant and you draw me into the world.

Friend, how are you so sweet thank you so much.  Domestic fluff is my jam and there is a real possibility I will write like a 20k fic where they go grocery shopping and argue about the best way to pick out produce.

Their wedding rings are just simple platinum bands, although you just know Anakin and Fives tried to convince them to use like shitty 20 cent rings from machines or a ring pop.

“I know you’re being facetious,” Obi-Wan said, “but just in case you convince yourself this is an actual option, I am not giving Rex a ring pop.”

“First of all, talk like a normal person,” Anakin said.  “And who’s being facetious?  I even found a blue one for your special day.”

Blue is not a flavor.”

“Then what flavor is it?” At Obi-Wan’s frown, Anakin said,  “Ha!  You don’t know, do you?”

“It’s not blue,” Obi-Wan said.

“Yes, it is!”  He shoved the ring pop in Obi-Wan’s face.  “Admit it!  Admit blue is a flavor!”

Ten minutes later found Shmi stepping around Anakin’s desperate attempts to prevent Obi-Wan from throwing the ring pop out the nearest open window.

“It’s so good to have you boys home again,” she said, and went to pour a drink.

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Okay, so the follow-up to this post: here are the actual reasons that I prefer to err in the direction of longer rather than shorter starship travel (and offscreen time in general).

(Caveat 1: I know that SW ships actually travel at the speed of plot.)

(Caveat 2: These are reasons that I prefer it, not reasons that have no other explanation or which can’t be interpreted in any other way.)

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I'll explain later (Biadore) -Burgundy

AN: I… honestly don’t know where this came from. I’ve had a lot of emotions in me so I decided to take it out on Adore? This also has the potential to go somewhere, and I might continue it.

Just 2k words of bloody Adore and concerned Bianca. TW for blood, violence, implied murder and it’s just a bad time in general.

Hope you enjoy! xx <3

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anonymous asked:

KC and 14 "I thought you were dead"

Okay, you have no idea how hilarious receiving this prompt was. I literally came up with a scenario on skype that fits this prompt to the T, the day before I received this one.

KC + “I thought you were dead”

Caroline handed the assignments to several of the journalists. Right after she had graduated, she had accepted a job offer at the Mystic Falls courier, the local newspaper. For now, she was mostly still an assistant, but she had had the chance to write a few minor articles.

While she made sure that everyone got the assignments, she took a glance at the papers in her arms. ‘Weather reports’, ‘local news’, ‘sport section’, ‘obituaries’. She paused her round when a name in the first obituary caught her attention. Klaus Mikaelson.

She froze and quickly read the rest of the message. A few parts stuck out to her. Brother. Only 22. Tragic boating accident. She shivered when she finished reading. She couldn’t believe it. Klaus Mikaelson. Dead.

Of course, she hadn’t seen him in four years. They had been dating since they were juniors, but after their High Schoo graduation, Klaus had decided he had to leave Mystic Falls behind. Travelling abroad and living off his paintings instead of settling for a nearby college like she had. Her feelings for him had never changed, but she knew she couldn’t be the girl that waited in her hometown while Klaus was off who knew where. And now… now he was gone.

She bit back a sob. She still had her work laid out, but how was she going to work through her day, knowing what she knew. She couldn’t believe Rebekah or Kol hadn’t called her up and told her! Oh no, she instantly felt guilty, they had more to think about right now than one of Klaus his ex’s.

She quickly walked towards Mike’s office and when she noticed he wasn’t present, dropped the reports on his desk. He would know what to do with them when he returned. Right now, she needed a moment alone.


Ten minutes alone and she found herself crying, mourning the past she had had with Klaus. Yes, it had been ages since they had last seen each other, but it’s not like they ended things badly. They just had different plans for their future. Even with those differences, she hadn’t realized it until now, she still hadn’t closed their story. A part of her still cared, deeply.

She quickly sent out a text to her boss, explaining how she just heard a friend passed away and couldn’t continue her day. Luckily she got a message right away that she could have the day off, as long as she returned tomorrow. She didn’t know if she could, but at least she had today to grieve.

The first thing she would have to do was go to the supermarket. She needed ice cream. And tissues. And she would have to buy flowers for the Mikaelsons and- in her head she started making a list, trying to distract herself from her emotions.

While she was in the store, she kept going over that same list, making sure that she didn’t miss anything. She didn’t even notice when she bumped into someone.

“Caroline?” a familiar voice asked her. She bit back a sob, it sounded like Klaus. Oh no, now she was hearing things. “Love,” the voice tried again when she didn’t look up.

“Caroline,” a second amused voice asked her and she recognized it as Kol. Oh no! What was she going to say? He must be devastated! She looked up and noticed the grin on his face and looked around confused. The person next to him looked at her with concern and she took a step back in surprise.

“Klaus?” she swayed. “How- I- I thought you were dead,” she stammered and glanced at Kol bewildered. “The- the newspaper. How- I just say your obituary!” she cried out.

Klaus looked at her in confusion, “I don’t know about any of that, but I’m still very much alive,” he assured.

“Then how- who,” a guilty chuckle on her right alerted her to the culprit. “KOL!” she hit him on the head, “You can’t just send false obituary reports to the newspaper! That’s- What if they were published?”

“In my defense, if Klaus hadn’t arrived last night, it would probably be true. Rebekah was ready to murder him when he canceled once again. Luckily for all of us, he had a change of heart.”

“I don’t care why you did it! I almost had a heart-attack when I read it.” She took a deep breath and turned to Klaus, taking him in now that she knew he was really there. The years certainly had done him good. “Okay- okay so not dead,” she told Klaus. “Anything else I have to know before I murder your brother?”

“Virginia still offers the death penalty?” Klaus said, trying to break the tension.

“Right. Yeah, that would make it all a lot less tempting. Okay fine. Not murdering your brother.” She turned to Kol, “But you better call the paper right now to retract that obituary or I swear-”

“Yeah- yeah I know. Death and torture. Although the torture bit could still be fun…” he smirked at her before he ran off, “Nope? Okay seems like I have some calls to make.”

Klaus turned back to Caroline and stood closer to her, “So now that you know I’m not dead, and I’ve learned you work at the newspaper… want to get together and catch up on lost times?”

She looked up in surprise and smiled. “Yeah I would like that,” she admitted and caught his eye, “So first question. How long are you here for?”

“At least a couple of months,” he reassured her. “I have a show in New York in November and plenty of paintings to create before then.”

“Mmmh so all work and no fun?” Caroline teased while they walked towards the registers. It surprised her how easy it was to fall into old habits with him. Two days ago she had barely thought about him, an hour ago she was crying about having lost him, and here she was… teasing him.

“I think I can handle some fun in between,” Klaus said while he teasingly bumped against her hip. “So my turn.”

“Do your worst, Mikaelson,” she challenged while she paid for her groceries.

“Are you seeing anyone?” he asked, asking the only question he really cared about.

She let out a startled gasp and turned towards Klaus. “No,” she admitted. She felt butterflies when he moved a step towards her. “You?”

“Nope.” They shared a nervous smile while he leaned forward. He looked at her, making sure she was okay with his next movement and after her small nod, captured her lips with his.

She was the only thing he was looking forward to when he decided to return to Mystic Falls. He had never forgotten about her, and he hadn’t dared to assume they could just pick up where they had left, but when he saw her in that store, tears staining her cheek because she believed he had passed… He knew whatever was between them was still here. All they needed was the time to explore it all.

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midnightpyres  asked:

"I'll pick you up at the airport." + super models au!

i need to play around in this universe more often, i forget how much i love it~

“Are these… I dunno… too slutty? Or tastefully sexy with the right shirt?”

“Yup. Sure. Good.”

“You’re not even paying attention!”

“For the fifteenth time, Noct, I can’t tell you what’s good to wear if I don’t know where or why you’re wearing it.”

Prompto kicked himself up from where he’d flopped back on Noct’s bed in the sea of aborted fashion choices he’d piled over it. Noctis had been at this for literal hours. An unlimited supply of high-end samples, gift bonuses, and experimental knock-offs that celebrities might murder for, and, apparently, not one of them met this unknown criteria Prompto was supposed to be coaching on.

Noctis huffed, adjusting the waistline of his pants – the one article of clothing that seemed to have earned his seal of approval, with or without Prompto’s second opinion.

“Are you sure you’re not going on a date?” Prompto asked him for the he-didn’t-even-know-how-many-numbered time. “Or are you going on a black ops mission? Because if you want to keep with the cloak and dagger theme, you’re gonna want a darker wash than that.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd request a scenario where Soldier, Mccree and Mei (the most "scarred" characters imo) meet (one by one) a young, naive looking Water Nymph in a lake, where she tries to befriend them, maybe seduce them, and then ask to end her loneliness by bringing them to "her world" through a leap of faith: drowing in the water. If they accept or not, and how things end up going, I'll leave it to your creativity. (Bonus points if the Nymph also knows of the current loneliness of the protagonist)

(I added a break since this was gonna be long)

Soldier: 76

He had never noticed such a pretty girl sitting out by the lake before. The most he usually saw were herons and turtles, but never a naked girl with long hair reaching down past her bottom. Jack questioned if he should approach her, maybe ask if she was lost or needed help. After all, it wasn’t entirely warm out, and she must have been cold. Letting his chivalrous side win over, he trudged over to the lake where the girl was.

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anonymous asked:

sorry if i sound rlly dumb but ur blog inspired me to start reading more kon el and bart allen comics and everything waa good but now im really confused? i only recently got into comics sso i dont really understand what happened to the characters? like what wad the last time kon made an appearance? and whats with the whole bar torr thing? like the dc wikia just says bart allen is just an alias for bar torr? sorry im just really confused

oh my god??? im so honored??? okay i will totally explain. also welcome to comics where continuity is made up and the timeline doesnt make sense. 

um this is a…. VERy long explanation bc i didn’t just want to say “THEY’RE DIFFERENT PEOPLE I HATE IT” but tl;dr they’re completely different people and the explanation is below (if somethig doesnt make sense/you want more clarification pls ask i love talking about comics honestly)

to answer your questions: the Real™ kon’s last appearance was (probably) in the 2009 adventure comics run, or the cameo in red robin, or the last issues of the 2003 titans run.
bar torr is a criminal who took the name bart allen when he escaped to the past and never talked to the flash family (which, at that point, was QUITE LITERALLY only barry)

more explanation under the cut bc thats very. VERY short.

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(This is definitely one of those pictures where you scribble furiously to get the feeling down and nothing else matters! :D)

Anyway, I’ve been trying to explore less fluffy and more plot-related aspects of Jay’s life and his relationship with the other character a bit more, and this one’s currently the most important thing that’s come out of that. :)

Burning Lilies

Characters: Jayden Hawke, Aveline Vallen
Warnings: canonical character death, vandalism, grief, probably OOC-ness :p
Summary: there’s been a strange crime, and Aveline definitely totally doesn’t know at all who the culprit is.

There was a knock on the door in the afternoon - too soon for it to be Anders returning from the clinic, and too early for Bodahn to come calling him for dinner. Hawke thought about not answering because he didn’t feel at all like entertaining visitors, or even his friends, but then Aveline called him softly through the door.
     "Jay,“ she said - not Hawke - which is what she tended to do when they were alone, even if she switched effortlessly to Hawke when they were around their other friends. Jay. Like family.
     "Come in, Aveline,” he called, and cleared his throat, trying to swallow or spit out the lump in his throat. He didn’t turn to face the opening door. He didn’t want Aveline to see the red in his eyes and the swelling of his eyelids. She would know either way - she tended to know - but Hawke didn’t have the strength to meet her eyes, not now. Not yet.

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You know what really bothers me the more I think about it? How much of Civil War would have been avoided if Steve had come to Tony when he found out Bucky killed Howard and Maria and told him.

Because picture this: He’s still reeling from seeing Bucky again, he’s still trying to process everything that’s happened and everything that this means. He’s still trying to believe it, but Steve knows he can’t be silent about this. Bucky was his best friend but Howard was his friend too and he can’t look at Tony without seeing Howard in him, without guilt twisting up in his stomach hard enough to make him feel sick.

So he sits Tony down with a bottle of Tony’s favorite scotch even if he doesn’t really approve of how much Tony already packs away, but he sits him down and pours him a drink because he knows this is going to be messy and complicated and painful and he takes a steadying breath and he looks Tony in the eye and says, “I have to tell you something.”

Because picture this: Tony doesn’t know what’s going on and he’s already thinking of six different reasons why this ominous little talk is happening (only two of which he’s directly responsible for, scout’s honor) and eighteen different jokes to deflect with before Steve can say another word. Except Steve is grim-faced and uncomfortable and hesitating like he doesn’t know whether he should start or not and once he does Tony kind of wishes he’d just walked away the minute he saw Steve Rogers bearing booze as a peace offering. He’s silent as Steve talks but his face says enough, his expression shifting from disbelief to heartache to shock to rage in the space of a heartbeat before settling into that dangerous, deceptive calm that never means anything good. His voice is hard when he asks, “Where is he?” and Steve is honest when he says, “I don’t know. But I’m going to try to find out. He still needs me, Tony.” and Tony takes the bottle and leaves without another word.

He’s gone for a week and no one knows where he is. (Which is a lie because Pepper and Rhodey know exactly where he is, Steve can see it in the tight, tired, worried lines of their eyes, but they don’t offer and he doesn’t chase them for it. He’s done enough already.)

Because picture this: Tony thinks of Clint and those dead eyes of his, of what Loki did to Barton, to all those other people. He thinks of what he might have done, what he would have been forced to do, if Loki’s staff hit his body and not his arc reactor. He thinks of Yinsen and he thinks of the cave and he thinks of all those weapons with his name on them in the hands of people who should have never had them and he tries very, very, very hard not to directly think of Obadiah Stane.

He comes back to HQ and he’s exhausted and wrung out and maybe a little hungover but he finds Steve and he ignores the concern clear in the other man’s eyes and he tells him, “Let me know if I can help.” and that’s all he’s got left but it’s enough.

Because picture this: She was the love of Steve’s life but she was also Tony’s Aunt Peggy and when they find out she’s died suddenly the urgency behind their fight about the Accords dims. It’s Tony who sits shoulder to shoulder with Steve at her funeral, listening to Sharon talk about this fierce, strong woman who they both loved so much, who’d knock their heads together if she saw them at each other’s throats the way they were.

And after the service they can agree on one thing: The Accords aren’t perfect and if Steve can’t agree to them maybe they can sit down with the UN and find a better middle ground. 

Their team, their family, is worth more than this and when Bucky is pegged for the UN bombing, Tony is still standing shoulder to shoulder with Steve, not ready to believe Barnes is totally innocent but willing to spend the time to find out if it means helping Steve keep his head on straight, if it means keeping the Avengers together.

Because picture this: Tony finally coming face to face with Bucky in Sibera after being blindsided with the footage of his parent’s murder, reeling and feeling like his heart’s been ripped open, feeling like he can’t fucking breathe. Tony having to meet the eyes of this man, his parent’s murderer, the person who took them away from him, and taking a shaky breath that hitches in his throat too hard to be steadying, watching Bucky’s face for a long moment before he says, “Someone had to remind me once I was a mechanic. That’s kinda what I do. I, you know. I fix things. I have a solid track record of that working out pretty well for me.” 

Because this man is a murderer but he isn’t, he doesn’t want to be, and Tony can see it, he can remember what that feels like. And maybe Tony’s sickly pale and maybe his heart still feels like it’s broken and maybe he’s going to be seeing the images of his parents being killed over and over again in his head every time he closes his eyes for a while but that doesn’t mean he can’t try to help. They’re the good guys. This is what they do, so he looks at Bucky and he says, “So that’s just what we’re gonna have to do, right? We try to fix this.”

The thing about Rhysha:

I’m kinda super bummed to go through the tags right now because there is so much hate for all the Rhys and Sasha moments we got in episode three. I want to take four seconds to talk about why I don’t ship them but I freaking loved their relationship this episode. Beware, spoilers and character development below! Also, beware, this is long. I have a lot of thoughts.

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