People need to understand sending hate to a ship and his fandom will not made people sip a lighter ship. It will just push them to a darker one.
People have left the Storpilot and FinnRey ship because of very violent hate and turn to Kylux and Reylo (even if Reylo has shipper before). With hate they will not come back to Stormpilot and FinnRey, They will fall in the darkest side of the shipping. If Snoke x Finn or Snoke x Rey became the most popular ship, Tumblr (and ao3 users) could only blame themselves. And I will say “I told you so” and eat popcorn.
I’m serious. Pushing people to the dark side is not a joke. It’s dangerous. They became Anakin Skywalker. They want to stop corruption, slavery and save their loved one and end killing children. They will not became Luke or Leia.
I have see similar thing before. With the rise of Voldemort/Ginny or Voldemort/Harry in the Harry Potter fandom. But now some people try to justify the houself slavery, or push the “ Dumbledore is worse than Voldemort” theory. The dark side is really a terrifying thing.
Remember this quote from Yoda :
“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”
It’s funny how films (or books) about a theme as simple as “hate is bad, love save everyone” manage to have a fandom full of hate. I should say full of Palpatine.
Happy Birthday to the lovely @ohscorbus!!! I hope you liked your impromptu gifts sorry you had to smuggle the chocolates. A little doodle I did which ended up taking too much time cause I couldn’t get their hair right - and now I know its a bad idea to sleep at 2am when you’ve got a two part show later that day. Thank you for letting me take it with Platform 9 ¾. I’m so glad to be sharing massive CC tears with you
Serial killer Richard Ramirez is photographed after being arrested. The killer is wearing his trademark shade - black - and later commented to writer Philip Carlo that dressing all in black was one of his biggest aids while he was hunting for victims.
“When you’re wearing black shoes’ black socks, black jeans, and a black shirt, nobody - and I mean NOBODY - can see you. You’re as good as invisible. I liked that, because once it got dark I became even darker. I became Death” - Richard Ramirez
All my life I stared into the mirror, only to find two brown eyes staring back at me. But when I gazed into your hazel ones, I realized that the sunset and twilight, and everything in between, lived in them. I fell in love with your eyes because they shined in the darkness, because they became my ray of hope when I was drowning, and because they helped me see the light. I will always love those ‘brown’ eyes of yours because they remind me that the things most people overlook usually hold the most significance.
Request : Hellooooo! I just had a random fluffy idea where Newt has to wear reading glasses but is embarrassed about them and doesn’t want his girlfriend (reader) to see him wearing them but one day she just walks into their room to see him with them on and he gets all blushy and embarrassed but she thinks they’re adorable? Love your writing btw :)
You had always loved helping Newt with his work, particularly when it came to his writing. Whether it be correcting his clumsy little mistakes in his paragraphs or simply just listening to the beautiful words he wrote.
Sunday nights would mostly consist of him reading a new chapter of his journal, as you peacefully cuddled close into him on the bed. Although neither of you weren’t doing anything extremely exciting, you always cherished the bonding time together. However these nights seemed to become more and more rare now, Newt making continuous excuses to go straight to sleep. No reading. No cuddling. Nothing.
You missed the sound of his soothing voice lulling you to sleep, finding your bed to be cold and lonely, missing Newt’s muscular arms wrapped around you.
Had you done something wrong? Maybe the spark in the relationship was dying…well on his end anyways. You didn’t understand it at all. In a desperate plea you decided you’d ask him to read you again, the sleepless nights taking a toll on you.
“Newt…Can you read your new chapter to me? Please, you haven’t read in so long?”, you begged with a longing look of hope in your eyes.
“E-em maybe not tonight love. I haven’t finished it yet..” Newt anxiously replied, his eyes completely averted your gaze. Shuffling slightly towards the other side of the bed, he turned his back towards you, leaving your side empty and cold. His sudden change of mood leaving you baffled. You knew darn well that Newt had told a lie, he finished the next chapter 2 weeks ago. Hurt washed over you as Newt looked sympathetically back towards your frame. Guilt crossing his features.
“Don’t worry darling I promise…soon” he moved slightly closer placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, although to you it felt empty.
In a way you felt silly. It was just a little light reading that’s all. You and Newt did other stuff, right?
Deep down though this little late night activity was special to you, sentimental even. If this was the first pillar to collapse in the relationship who knows what will go next.
Even though he was lying just across from you, he felt more distant than ever.
1 week Later
You boiled the kettle for the fifth time this morning, already filled to the brim with tea and wired with caffeine, you busied herself getting the cups and teabags ready. Another quick glance at the clock only seemed to confirm that time was slowing down.
You really didn’t know what to do with yourself. You normally helped Newt with his work but he had insisted he didn’t need your help. Feeling useless you pottered around the apartment, unsure of your purpose.
Borden slowly driving you insane you decided to check up on Newt, making your way quietly down the ladder and into his case. Maybe he’d want your help now? Or maybe not?
Newt was huddled in the corner of his messy study, furiously working on his journal. His hand scribbled at an uneasy pace, as words flowed from the tip of his pen. You took a moment to admire his adorable state of concentration.
Feeling a presence, Newt slowly lifted his gaze from his pages to your small frame. And that’s when you noticed it….
The black frame complimented his face and gazing at him now you noticed how professional and sexy he seemed. A sense of sophistication about him, yet utter adorableness at the same time.
Frozen in shock for a second he snapped out of his trance, quickly swiping the accessories from face. Consumed in his writing he had completely forgotten about the glasses until you had appeared, his secret becoming revealed.
“Y/N- love- I….” Newt’s cheeks became a dark shade of red, as he attempted to muster out words. Though looking deep into his eyes you saw how he was ashamed of the, his embarrassment radiating towards you.
“You never told me you wore glasses?”, you attempted to conceal the hurt in you voice. You thought you and Newt shared everything together? You know it was just a silly little secret but still you were upset he hadn’t told you.
“They’re horrible looking…” Newt mumbled shyly, still with a discontent look on his face, “I didn’t want you to see them”. Newt looked close to breaking point, his eyebrows furrowed in distress.
From the moment you met him, you never took Newt as the confident type, in fact it took him 6 months to show you the scars that littered his body. But the truth was you loved him whether he was dressed in his vintage blue coat, old worn cosy pyjamas, (or nothing at all but you wouldn’t admit that one…)
“Is this why you… Didn’t want me around”, you quietly whispered the last part, almost fearing Newt’s response.
“Y/N God no! I always want you around I- I just thought you wouldn’t like the glasses. That why I didn’t want to read at night”.
Walking towards him you gently took the glasses from his hand. Leaning closer towards his freckled face you places a soft kiss against his lips, savouring the taste you had missed for so long. A look of relief overwhelmed at your gesture, as a small smile took over his features.
Lifting the spectacles back up towards his face hovering a second, “I think..” You placed the glasses back on him, “you look even more handsome with them on, Mr Scamander”.
Newt directly stared at you, the way all women want to be looked at. His green eyes illuminating every piece of love he held for you. “Merlin I’m so lucky, you know that?” he softly whispered into your locks of hair.
“Newt I love you, every single part. Especially your flaws and little imperfections cause they make you different. They make you my Newt”.
“Thank you love” Newt softly whispered pulling you close. Finding comfort in his embrace he gave you the touch you had yearned for so long. Feeling protected in his muscular arms.
He didn’t need glasses to see you clearly loved him.
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“I was the shadow that faded in his light; always invisible before him… unwanted… unnoticed. And somewhere along the line, the silent admiration transformed to rage. I loathed what I loved. The realization of my insignificance became the impetus to become his equal - the other side of the same coin. And so.. I became the darkness that devoured all light." - JM
"I’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that every string of my violin sung for the boy who lurked in the shadows of the abandoned music hall.” - SH
When you live
in a world full of superheroes, there are worst things than meta human
villains, invading aliens, and psychotic clowns. One of them is having a
it’s better because your other half is easier to find, but they’re not the one
who has a hero or a villain for a soulmate. You do.
Superman ✧ Physical Empathy Link ✧1✧2✧3✧4✧5✧ Flash ✧ Tracker ✧1✧2✧3✧ Red Hood ✧ Timer✧1✧2✧ Batman
Physical empathy link You don’t feel their pain but your body wears your soulmate’s wounds and scars. You heal when your soulmate heals, but your soulmate heals only if you heal.
Emotional empathy link
You feel what they feel.
There’s a countdown for when you’ll meet your soulmate.
Tracker There’s a measurement for how far/close your soulmate is.
Mortality Link When you’re 18 you only continue to age once you meet your soulmate. Some heroes and villains take advantage of this opportunity for immortality.
You and your soulmate share the same dreams lucidly.
Conscious link You and your soulmate have an involuntary telepathic connection.
Double vision Your right eye sees what your soulmate sees. In this special case eye-patches are worn to prevent double vision. Some people cover their left eye and watch the world through their soulmate’s eyes.
Identical birthmark You have the same birthmark.
Memory link Your past memories change to include your soul mate in your happiest moments, as if they’ve always been there, up until the moment you finally meet your soulmate.
Other Half A small memento broken in half is found in the blanket you’re wrapped in as a newborn child, and the other half belongs to your soulmate. Losing this memento will rid your chances of finding your soulmate. There have been rumors that criminals steal mementos and sell them in the black market, altering fate.
“Well this is just ridiculous! Snow thew up her hands. "Emma is not gay.” She announced far too loudly for a private conversation. “Regina is not gay!” Now everybody at Granny’s Diner was none-too- subtly staring at their table. “I think I would know if my daughter and or my stepmother were gay.”
David slunk down in his seat a little, very aware of the spectacle his wife was making.
Both Maleficent and her daughter Lily let out an almost identical chuckle. Then they looked at each other and things became instantly awkward between them.
“Snow, you don’t exactly have the world’s best gaydar.” Ruby gently reminded her friend, “And gay is really not the best term. They could identify as bisexual or-”
“Regina was married to my father! For years!” Her voice went up an octave.
“Yeah, that is um-” Tinkerbell spoke up from her place at the counter beside Dr Whale, “-not the best example.” Her face was turning red. Beside her, Whale with his bleached-blonde hair, snickered.
Kathryn pointedly looked away, suddenly extremely interested in the wallpaper.
Belle patted her on the shoulder, "She did have a bit of a reputation during her more” she cleared her throat, “daring days.”
Gold’s jaw dropped open and he stared at his wife as if she’d grown a second head. She did herself no favors by turning scarlet red.
“She was well known in certain circles.” Mulan added with an award winning poker face and no further details.
Snow had gone from white to red in the face, her jaw worked but no sounds came out.
“And Emma-” Ruby hesitated, “Well, let’s just say that she’s-”
“Engaged to Killian!” Snow all but screamed.
“And yet she stares at my sister like she’s starving and Regina is a buffet.” Zelena added her opinion to the discussion whether it was wanted or not. “Honestly, I was pretty sure they were an item when I first arrived.” She rolled her eyes, “Their gal-pal act is a little hard to swallow these days. Emma became The Dark One to save Regina. I mean, I like my sister and all; but I wouldn’t make her a sandwich, let alone sacrafice myself to pure evil and chaos.”
“I think they are a much better together than apart. They balance each other out.” Violet smiled, “Emma relaxes Regina and Regina grounds Emma. They need each other.” Henry, across from Violet, had his head down and was beating his forehead against the table.
Snow had stopped speaking, but she did have an odd look on her face. Like she had just had an epiphany.
The Diner fell silent, but for the bell jingling over the door. Emma, with Neal in her arms, and Regina, with Robyn in hers, cane in, completely oblivious to the community forum that had just occurred. They moved without speaking, pulling chairs and high chairs over to the table that say closest to both Snow and David and Henry and Violet. They worked in-sync, settling toddlers, sitting down and saying hellos.
Emma was the first to notice the now very awkward silence. “What?”