in the presence of my savior

Reasons why I love every SVT member

I have laughed AN D CRIED a lot because of this fine group. I’m sure many others can relate to that.
I would like to take some time to appreciate and note the members individually because they all deserve the world, thanks.
(Prepare yourselves, I wrote lots???? Like…. lots.


Some might say that Seungcheol isn’t fit to be in charge of the group. Well let me tell ya baby boyz why he most certainly is. S. Coups naturally has that fatherly type of image. Like “dad of the year” award type of fatherly. There is something about him that influences others to feel protected. He genuinely cares for all of the members and keeps everyone’s emotions in line. It takes a special kind of person to do that. One incident that spoke volumes to me was how he handled “Seventeen Project.” He knew when things were starting to take a negative turn and he wasn’t afraid to voice his opinions. (In a calm and rational way). BOI I CRIED. Despite the put-together (and sometimes tough) image he projects, he’s a rather sensitive person. The reason why he’s so supportive is because he longs for support himself. I think being in Seventeen has made him feel a sense of belonging. The mans has done a wonderful job and he deserves respect. I don’t think there is anyone else meant to be leader.  

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Loyalty (Negan x Male)

Summary: Rick’s younger brother meets Negan. He’s trying to be strong, but finds himself having a moment of weakness.

Characters: Negan x Male

Word Count: 1,826

Warnings: NSFW and Swearing

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by anon:

“Could you write one where male reader is Rick’s younger sibling and Negan doesn’t meet him until the first time he comes to Alexandria and Negan is like, starstruck?”

This is my first time writing m/m so hopefully it’s not horrible. I’d like to imagine that if Rick had a brother, he would be as hard-headed and determined as the other Grimes family members.

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!

Originally posted by thewalkingdead

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Marry Me, Negan - Chapter 10

Title: Marry Me, Negan

Synopsis: Being tired of constantly having to fight for your life, you decided to offer Negan a proposal. A marriage proposal.

Characters: Negan x You/OC


Note: Here’s a long overdue update lol. Huge shoutout to @hopingnottocry​ for giving me major major inspo for the plot!!! Thank you, thank you! And thank you to everyone who’s been waiting for this update. This was my very, very first Negan fic that I posted here so this story has a special place in my heart. And for you guys to constantly ask for an update really means a lot to me. <3

Chapter 10 - Not ‘Okay’ but Not ‘Not Okay’

Even after you and Negan had reconciled, you couldn’t really say that things were back to normal between the two of you. Your emotions have been tearing you apart, you were still mad but at the same time your weren’t. Your mind’s been telling you that no, you shouldn’t just forgive him like that. But your heart was telling you otherwise. Now you were stuck in the grey area of your feelings; you felt like you were in limbo, floating around in search for answers to questions you didn’t even know existed.

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Artemis Fowl, The Musical: Who Is Artemis Fowl? (AKA Opening Scene)

Thanks to our friend Hannah here, we have an opening scene. Send in your reviews and comments on how to improve this!

*The stage is dark and the curtains are closed. We hear a timid but strong female voice over the speakers.*

Holly: Artemis Fowl? Well, I don’t know where to begin. It all really started in Ho Chi Minh City, in the summer. Sweltering by anyone’s standards.

*Then there’s like this eerie violin music undercut by drums. Which of course I can’t describe very well since I don’t read or write music unfortunately, I do tech theatre with lightning, sound design, sets, and props. All that good stuff.*

Argon: How does one describe Artemis Fowl? Various psychiatrists have tried and failed. The main problem is Artemis’s own intelligence. He bamboozles every test thrown at him.
He has puzzled the greatest medical minds, and sent many of them gibbering to their own hospitals. There is no doubt that Artemis is a child prodigy. But why does someone of such brilliance dedicate himself to criminal activities?
This is a question that can be answered by only one person. And he delights in not talking. Perhaps the best way to create an accurate picture of Artemis is to tell the by now famous account of his first villainous venture.

                                                (Rest under the cut)

*The lights come up on stage, there is a gold-colored color gel in the floodlights which sets the tone and gives the stage a surreal effect, maybe even a few smaller, reflective lights in the body of the floodlights’ glow to add to the “magical” feel. The music gets louder when the lights go up. We hear voices of the entire chorus (which is really only three people) whispering “Artemis Fowl.” The curtains sweep back and we see Artemis and Butler walking from center right towards center center. The set is the alleyway and cafe from book one chapter one.*

Artemis: I hope this isn’t another wild-goose chase, Butler. Especially after Cairo.

Butler: No, sir. I’m certain this time. Nguyen is a good man.

Artemis: Hmm.

*The two men take a seat at a cafe table and pantomime conversation. The lights go down slightly.*

Argon (Louder and faster this time. Almost a rap, but not quite):  I have put together this report from firsthand interviews with the victims, and as you will see, this was not easy. The story began several years ago, at the dawn of the twenty-first century. Artemis Fowl had devised a plan that could topple civilizations and plunge the planet into a cross-species war.

*Drums get louder and drown out the violins and the lights brighten again. Another man enters from the cafe doors upstage center, Nguyen Xuan. Once he enters, the music goes back to normal.*

Artemis: Well speak of the devil.

Nguyen: (Now directly across from Artemis’s table.) More tea, sirs?

Artemis: Spare me the theatrics, and sit down.

Nguyen: (Turning to Butler.) But, sir, I am the waiter.

Artemis (Tapping the table for attention): You are wearing handmade loafers, a silk shirt, and three gold signet rings. Your English has a tinge of Oxford about it, and your nails have the soft sheen of the recently manicured. You are not a waiter. You are our contact Nguyen Xuan, and you have adopted this pathetic disguise to discreetly check for weaponry.

Nguyen: It is true. Amazing.

Argon: He was twelve years old at the time.

Artemis: Hardly. A ragged apron does not a waiter make.

(Nguyen sits.)

Artemis: Let me fill you in on the weapons status. I am unarmed. But Butler here, my … ah … butler, has a Sig Sauer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, a derringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun grenades concealed in various pockets. Anything else, Butler?

Butler: The cosh, sir.

Artemis: Oh, yes. A good old ball-bearing cosh stuffed down his shirt.

(Nguyen sips his tea with shaking hands.)

Artemis: Don’t be alarmed, Mister Xuan. The weapons will not be used on you. No, Butler could kill you in a hundred different ways without the use of weapons. Though I’m sure one would be quite sufficient.

Root (A full on rap now. I apologize):
Guess it’s true we didn't  know what we were dealing with
He’s just a boy
He couldn’t possibly do what he says he can
We knew for sure that there was no threat, we had peace of mind
But everyone needs to have a chance to be wrong once or twice
It’s only nice when things don’t come crumbling down
Stand back

Chorus: Stay back you don’t know what you’re dealing with!

Holly: All’s well that ends well if it really ends. But it isn’t fair to pretend that you don’t make an impact, on a boy lost and floating through this world. Alone and afraid and ruthless and cruel.

Artemis: And now to business. You answered our web advertisement.

Nguyen: Yes, Mister … Master Fowl. What you’re looking for … I know where it is.

Artemis: Really? And am I supposed to take your word for this? You could be walking me straight into an ambush. My family is not without enemies.

Nguyen: No, no. (Pulls out photograph.) Here, look.

Holly: How could the boy who never learned to trust anyone become the only one who his parents could trust? To save them from everything that had happened, to make the world right or turn the world on its head. Well I suppose it’s easy if you do it right. But it’s a hell of a ride and you’ll never get out ahead.

Artemis: Hmm, explain.

Nguyen: This woman. She is a healer, near Tu Do Street. She works in exchange for rice wine. All the time, drunk.

Artemis: Very well. Lead on, Mister Xuan.

Nguyen: Information only. That was the agreement. I don’t want any curses on my head.

(Butler grips Nguyen around the back of the neck and all three men stand)

Artemis: I’m sorry, Mister Xuan, but the time when you had a choice in matters is long since past.

*The men freeze completely this time and the gold lights shut off to be replaced by three spotlights. One is center right on Holly, and two are center left on Root and Argon. The other actors do not react to the fairies’ presence.*

There’s something brewing up and I’m losing my mind
There’s a plan on the way and we’re running out of time
The child who’s ready to take over the world
He’s going to fight and take us all for a whirl
No one knows just what he thinks but pray you never get a glance
If you know what I mean
A disaster and a savior, both at the same time
And we know that you’re dying to find
What’s his name? Who’s the man, that will make our world explode?
Who’s ready to fight and who’s going to fly?
Who is Artemis Fowl?!

*The spotlights shut off and the fairies exit. The lights come back up as ordinary stage lighting and we hear city sounds instead of music in the background. The rest of the scene plays out the way it’s written in the book.*

Mod’s Note - I would like to thank Hannah again for this wondeful work - thanks for giving us an opening scene! 
P.S. I really wanted to use this in the opening scene or somewhere else in the play - can anyone tell me if the track is compatible?

Friends - Rosvolio one shot

Rosvolio + one of them defending the other to their households and they get closer to falling in love.

On Ao3


Benvolio’s face flushed red with anger and shame; both his jaw and fists clenched shut. He cast his eyes downward, not wishing to see anyone witness his humiliation.

“That is enough!”

Rosaline Capulet’s voice echoed in the room and Benvolio’s head snapped up. He watched in awe as she strode toward his uncle, her delicate finger pointed at Lord Montague’s chest.

“Don’t you ever speak of Benvolio like that again.” His fiancé’s tone was low and threatening – the rage shone forth from her dark eyes.

“He is the best and most honorable man I know. You belittle him at every turn yet here he stands, ready to do what he must to end a war and bring peace to his city. That is what it means to be noble.”

The Montague lord tilted his head, his eyes narrowed at the woman in front of him. “I think you’ve said quite enough, Lady Capulet.” The sarcasm dripped from his tongue like honey.

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go ahead,
let yourself linger by the window.
sigh at the bright oranges and reds fading into soft purples and pinks.
take a deep breath when you walk down that same cobblestone road day after day
and wonder at the sun gracing your face.

go ahead,
sit in the nook in your kitchen and let your soul sing- literally sing!
let the praises and questions and wonderings of your heart burst through the air unto God.
sit in the same nook where you cried and cried tears of gaping loneliness,
now praising the Lord for holy laughter shared among friends.

my friend, go ahead,
never stop gazing at the huge markt kirche downtown,
its demanding presence and beautiful bells making melody to your long walks home.
stop and grab an eis,
savor every single sweet drop on your parched tongue.

go ahead,
daily tell the Lord that you trust Him with all the magnificent uncertainty in your life.
what room to surrender! what space to release control!
discover a new intimacy with your Savior, as He reminds you of each time He has come through for you again and again and again.

go ahead,
smile at the faces of those sweet teenagers and open your ears to each word they are desperate to share.
close your eyes and drink in the sound of Germans praying in their native tongue-
you don’t understand each word… but then again, don’t you? you know that your soul beats with theirs, longing for Jesus Christ, Lord of your life.

go ahead,
be bold on that train ride and share of your life in Him!
listen and laugh and tell stories of His faithfulness unfolding all around you.
gaze out that window with life simply speeding on by,
greens and blues swirled into one.

go ahead, my dear soul,
take in every single moment.
for it is going by much too quickly.
linger in the presence of Jesus.
linger in the presence of friends that have become family.
go ahead, my friend,
soak up the sorrow and the joy,
for in the morning it will shape into a new day, a new character,

a new chapter, calling your name.

—  nm. (Germany)

anonymous asked:

What are the little people in ToG? I imagine little gnome-like people, but they're probably like the size of children.

You know. There is probably a right answer to this. Or a more historical, folklore answer to this. So I’m going to default to @sarahviehmann because she would be the one to ask. She might not see this though cuz she is currently basking in the presence of our Queen and Savior Leigh Bardugo. (IMSTILLNOTOVERITNOPENOPE)

But my answer is that size-wise they probably maybe lie somewhere between Barbie doll size and garden variety gnome size. I don’t recall ever reading, or coming across, anything in my studies that indicated they were child size. Maybe 1 year old size at biggest??? But I have not delved into European fairytales and folklore to the extend that @sarahviehmann has. She is the expert here. This falls outside my area of knowledge.

During this Memorial weekend as we enjoy camping and barbeques we often forget the reason for the holiday: honoring the dead. Specifically, those who served our great nation. Laying their lives down for us, as Christ did, protecting our nation, our person, and each other for “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” John 15:13. In the words of Ernest Hemingway “Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.” That these honored dead chose to serve as volunteers of their own free will, say great things about their character. Embodying the teaching of Isaiah 6:8 “Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”

During this weekend and on Memorial Day we must remember that others stand in need of our uplifting and support. At least 22 Veterans a day will kill themselves, and that number does not include data from many states. Remember that “A new commandment I give unto you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another.” John 13:34. Reach out to your brothers and sisters, both those from service, and those from flesh, a word of kindness or affirment may be all someone needs to stay with us. In the wise words of the Dalai Lama “If you can, help others; if you cannot do that, at least do not harm them.”

Each of us is unique and in our own special way important to the grander scheme of things, and at least that important to our friends and family. If any of you reading this are feeling overwhelmed or low, do not be afraid to reach out, to fellow service members, to clergy, God, or any other resources that may be available. You do not need to burden the load alone, please remember that the Good Lord is with you if you let Him be. Bring God with you at all times and in all places. Give Him your anxiety, your fear, and he will give you courage, when God is with you, who can stand against you “When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.  In God, whose word I praise—in God I trust and am not afraid.  What can mere mortals do to me?” Psalm 56:3-4. Or try the Chapelton Stress Prayer:

“Dear Lord, I thank you for thy many blessings, I ask and thank Thee at this time for taking my stress, anger, fear (whatever issues you are dealing with) and all other negative energies from me. I ask and thank Thee that thou whilst grant unto me, peace, happiness, joy, (or whatever positives you stand in need of) and all other positive energies. In thy name and the name of Thy only begotten son, our Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ, Amen.”

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord Forever.” Psalm 23

| Long-Awaited Savior: Part Nine |

Holy mother dick, guys. I have been struggling to put this chapter together for the last 2ish weeks and just could not find the inspiration to finish it. It’s currently 5:00am. I have been up all night, and I finally found the inspiration. Fitting that my 600th post is a new chapter. Action, tension, pain, tenderness, a literary blueball ending… this chapter has it all. Cheers.

Check out previous chapters and the Masterlist

Characters: Negan (JDM) x female reader, Jovana (OC)

Word Count: 4,000 (If it was gonna be long as fuck, I was making it an even number)

Heads up: language, mild violence, verbal threats, teeny tiny hint of smut

Chapter Summary: After being caught by a man named Rick and his two companions, it’s up to Jovana to alert the Saviors before they catch her or decide to kill you.

Part Nine: Rescue & Realization

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to slow your pounding heart as every muscle in your body tensed. You felt your machete being yanked from your hand and watched as it was tossed several feet away. The sound of their heavy breathing seemed to surround you as the man’s voice spoke again.

“You stay here with her and find out where she’s from. Daryl and I are going to chase the other one down. If she tries to run, you know what to do.”

The barrel of the gun was replaced with the cold edge of a blade against the side of your neck. As the two men ran off towards the buildings, you chanced a look down at your leg. Judging by the amount of blood saturating your pants, you had a feeling the internal sutures were torn as well as the surface ones. The excruciating pain wasn’t helped by the fact that you were still on your knees. You shifted ever so slightly to move your weight to your left leg and were met with added pressure from the blade.

“He said don’t move. I’d listen if I were you.”

You sighed deeply and contemplated your options. Remaining silent was one of them, though it most likely wouldn’t help your situation. Pleading for mercy was another, but the thought of that alone made you cringe. Your ears perked at the sound of another piercing whistle echoing through the air, and you could’ve sworn you heard distant shouting.

Where are the fucking Saviors?

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His Demon Inside

Summary: I was never really close to my twin brother. I really love him, but we only shared a normal siblings relationship. But everything changed when I discovered I was a witch. I started feeling things, emotions that weren’t mine, anxiety rising. Nightmares with a shadow with no face but only bandages. A demon. All theses nightmares and that pain belong to someone else. They belong to my other half, my twin brother. And he’s suffering a lot. I need to help him, only I can save Stiles.

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Stiles

Requested? Yes, by anon.

Word count: 1367

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I hope it’s want you wanted! This was a song fic request based on the song My Demons By Starset. The gif isn’t mine.

The ship is slowly sinking
They think I’m crazy but they don’t know the feeling
They’re all around me,
Circling like vultures
They wanna break me and wash away my colors

I don’t want them, they look at me, they surround me, they want to hurt me. I know he’s there and he’s looking at me with his face covered with bandages. He has no eyes, but I know that he looks at me in the shadows while all the others surround me. They call me mad, I’m not crazy! I only want to go home, it’s so cold, it hurts, I want to go home, why am I so cold? No one can understand me, nobody knows how bad I am and how alone I am.

And I wake up screaming.

Your POV

My eyes open at the same moment his screams echo in my head. I know what’s going on, I know where he is and I know everything he’s been through. It was as if I were there, with my brother in his dream, in the cold and the suffering. It was almost as if it was my dream and my body was lying in that basement, my leg locked in that metal trap, looked at by that faceless man. I know he’s screaming to wake up, I know where he is, that he’s no longer in his room. Our father didn’t want to tell me what was going on, but when I saw the condition of his room with the red threads attached to the scissors in his mattress, I knew something was wrong.

And it wasn’t the first time.

It’s like I’m connected to my twin brother. I’m only ten minutes younger than him, but often in those moments, intense, frightening, we share the same body, the same head and the same soul. Without knowing how, I knew that he had a nightmare a few days ago. He woke up screaming and our father had to go comfort him. I knew what he had seen that night, but I never told him.

I was never very close to Stiles, we respected each other and I loved him very much, but it stopped there. Until the day I discovered that I was a witch. It was at that moment that everything changed. I started sharing his emotions, guessing what he was feeling and when he needed help when his anxiety grew so much that he had panic attacks. I suffered like him, I shared his pain just like his fears.

But for a while, it’s worse. I suffocate, I’m afraid, I see places and horrible scenes. He suffers, I feel it. And just as my eyes open with this nightmare, I can’t hold back the scream that also escapes from my mouth, together with his own. He was found, I can almost feel comforting arms of an acquaintance that holds him against her. Melissa?

I never told anyone that I was a witch apart from my brother and even then I never told him what it involved. Okay, I can do some awesome trick with enough concentration, but the bond with my twin brother had only grown and hardened. At first, Stiles didn’t believe me. But after a while he found it cool and we started to spend more time together.

But now I am afraid of myself. And most of all, I’m afraid of Stiles.

Because I know something is wrong. I’m not the only one to have access to his mind, there’s someone else with him, in his head, giving him nightmares. Something evil.

As I am home alone, I leave my bed, my body still shaking from the nightmare. I have to go to the forest, where he is. I must join him, see if he’s alright, take away his pain.

Save him if he becomes his demons.

Stiles POV

A connection. I felt something in my realistic dream. Someone else was there with me, the only reason I stayed strong and why I didn’t give up to panic. I knew she was there, that warm and comforting presence. Everything was going to be alright because I knew she was there. My twin sister.

I’ve got in the hospital recently and I rest a little before my exams, because they think I’m crazy. But I know I’m not.

And I can still feel the connexion.

I know you’re watching,
I can feel you out there.

I know she’s getting closer, I can almost feel her heartbeat accelerate to the rhythm of her run. She’s close.

Then the door opens.

Your POV

I’ve never run so fast in my life to get to the hospital, because I know Stiles is there. He was taken away to safety, he’s no longer in the forest. My heart beats fast, I must see him, I must join him and help him. He needs me.

I ask no one to find the way to his room, I know where it is. I see my father in the distance talking to Scott’s father. As he raised his head towards me who’s soaked in sweat with lungs on fire, I’m already in his room. I open the door and I see him half laying on his bed as if he’s waiting for me. Nobody says anything for a while, not even our father looking at us without understanding, the only sound being the heart monitor as well as my wheezing of running all the way up here.

Then, without thinking, I hurried into his arms. He holds me tight against him, his hands clutching my sweaty shirt with force, as if he never wanted me to go again. I do the same, I press him tightly against me and I hear the monitor slow down.

My only presence had managed to calm him down. And his reassures me, I feel whole again.

“I cannot stop this sickness taking over, Y/N” Stiles started, still holding me firmly against him. “It takes control and drags me into nowhere, I need your help, I can’t fight this forever”

I close my eyes strongly, feeling all his sadness deep in my chest. I know what he means, he’s not crazy, but there’s something gnawing inside. Something malicious that seeks only to resurface.

“I know… ”

“Don’t let me go” He adds and I feel his tears falling slowly on my arm. “I need a savior to heal my pain… When I’ll become my worst enemy”

“I never going to leave you Stiles. We’ll fix that. You’ll see, I will do everything to save you,” I add, feeling my heart suddenly warm and comfortable, warmth spreading. Hope? Trust?


“ll make everything okay.” I say. Then, I didn’t think and went on even though our father was behind us, even though I was going to tell a hidden truth.

“We are one in the same and I’ll take all of the pain away,” I promised by raising my hand and placing it on the back of his head. Immediately, a heat rises from my heart, pecks my arm to finally come out of my hand. A blue and comforting light appears at my fingertips while the few words necessary for the spell come out of my mouth. A few moments later, Stiles sighs and falls asleep with a very calm and relaxed expression. I rest him on the bed and wipe his tears by detailing his face that resembles me. So much suffering visible on his features now relaxed by the spell I did on him, a spell that will allow him to rest without nightmares.

“Y / N” My father starts, but I don’t answer him right away. I take a chair next to Stiles and press my arms on the mattress while watching him sleep peacefully. I lay my head on my arms while gently taking his hand in mine and close my eyes. Thus I can concentrate on everything much more easily, his dreams, his sufferings and especially, the other that slept in him.

The demon who’s waiting for a flaw to possess him.

And I’m not going to let that happen. Never.

“Don’t worry dad. I’ll watch over him.”

anonymous asked:

together literally every day AU with Kylo please

You got it!

Kylo Ren + together literally every day AU

Carefully eyes trailed behind the swarm of black fabric that went by, attetion ceasing to be found for work. Of course this was quite typical when the Commander, Kylo Ren himself walked into a room, this time however, it was different. Instead of a trail of intimidated and fearful gazes following him, they were riddled with curiosity. Curiosity as to what in stars was going on with their commander.

All anyone had ever heard of the Commander was his brooding and hostile energy. Or how he preferred to remain in solitude if it meant avoiding general interactions that were not absolutely necessary. Yet here he was, walking side by side with a new recruit through the halls, seeming to be in absolutely no rush. It might have appeared normal on one occasion, but week after week after week of observation, it was something that drew attention. 

Who was this recruit? How did they get the Commander to tolerate their presence not only for a few minutes but for seeming hours every day? 

Kylo grinned from under his helmet, “I suppose you are to thank for the savior of a near fatal data breach?”

You smiled back as you tried to contain your enthusiam and pride over the whole situation, “I am, it was however by accident Commander.”

“Accident? How does one accidentally stop a data breach?”

“Well sir, I tried to remember what I learned at the academy but that had not been my area of expertise, nor a skill I had truly learned.”

“You hadn’t learned how to stop a breach? What information did you use then?”

“The scarce amount of information I had from the academy and quite frankly, random instinct.”

Kylo’s mask released a strange but obviously amused huff.


A heat subtly burned behind your cheeks at the Commander’s praise, “Thank you.”

Seeing you and Kylo approach Hux rolled his eyes. If there was one thing he despised almost as much as spending time with the Commander, it was seeing him as he was now. Distracted. The Resistance was only picking up speed now as the First Order scrambled to get back to normal operations. Ren was obviously not as bothered by the lack of speed in preparation as Hux was.

“Commander. The Supreme Leader seeks your presence.”

Kylo turned his helmet towards Hux slowly as Hux could practically feel the glare that would be coming through the visor. Turning back to you for a moment Kylo rolled his shoulders ever so faintly.

“I have a meeting to attend to. We will speak at another time.”

You gave him a nod, “Of course Commander.”

Almost instantly as you walked away Kylo’s body language changed. He loathed spending any more than 60 seconds in Hux’s presence, why was he being tortured today? 

“The Supreme Leader wishes to speak with each of us about our dealings on the new base as of late. I suggest you prepare yourself to be disappointed.”

Kylo’s brows furrowed from under the helmet, “What kind of assumption is that General?”

Hux sneered subtly, “You aren’t the only one who’s taken notice of your new friend.”

Though Kylo’s legs kept carrying him, he felt as though everything within him had frozen. 

SQ setting up for endgame?


So I just watched the new episode and let me just say…If I was a CS fan, I’d be annoyed out of my mind with the recent development.

So first off, finally we can throw out the headcanon/assumed canon of “If you’re turned into the Dark One you automatically become evil!”

We’ve had it proven with Emma when she was turned (though people argued that because she was Emma/The Savior she was able to resist the darkness) but now we have official proof with RUMPLE.

Rumple was able to not succumb to the darkness. He was in the presence of mind to not start taking lives like we thought and not abuse his magic and actually argued against killing someone. In fact, there’s strong evidence from the recent episode to suggest that Rumple was just doing all of those things so his son wouldn’t give into darkness! He was being a monster so his son would grow to hate magic and turn away from the darkness…which obviously worked.

That means no, becoming the Dark One doesn’t mean you instantly become evil…which means there’s no longer an explanation or excuse for Hook and what he did! Both times when he realized he was a Dark One he did awful things. There’s no rationalizing it anymore.

We’ve gotten proof of him having “dark” tendencies also when Rumple returned his hand to him and (LIED) about it bringing back his old darkness. We found out that was a lie at the end of the episode - so it just proves that Hook is still not fully reformed/redeemed and is honestly just acting out for Emma’s sake.

So this brings me to this point - with all this being said, can we really expect CaptainSwan to be endgame or are the writers pulling a fast one on us?

Rumple, despite being the Dark One NEVER intentionally hurt his loved ones a’la Bae and Belle. Hell, he didn’t even hurt Milah until she told him how much she hated him and whatever and he reacted out of anger. But besides that, he didn’t try to hurt his loved ones.

Emma is the same. When she got turned, she didn’t try to hurt her loved ones intentionally.

When Hook was turned? His FIRST instinct was to hurt Emma. How could that be true love? How could Emma want to be with a guy who continuously lies to her and has proven multiple times he doesn’t trust her? It just doesn’t make sense. Emma has let things go because she thought she was going to die but now that she feels safe I can’t imagine she’d react too well to Hook keeping this huge secret from her.

I honestly feel like they’re gearing up for Rumple to die before the finale so they can set up a Hook x Belle pairing. They’ve already given the two scenes together and character development so it would make sense.

And I think that would free up Emma to be with Regina.

The more I think of it the more it makes sense. Although they’ve said certain things were unintentional, I don’t think they ever once directly denied SQ being endgame. I think Adam was very specific in his tweet:

And I think there’s a reason for that.

Not to mention Emma and Hook have broken 0 curses or done anything else that true loves do. Emma and Regina HAVE. So I think that makes it more obvious.

Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)

Hillsong United


You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand

And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand
Will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You’ve never failed and You won’t start now

So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior

I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine

Dear Headmistress Schnee, we are responding to your query about our son's semblance. Yes it does create a field capable of rendering any aggressive creatures of Grimm as harmless as house pets, no there is no drawback to this ability. Enclosed is a picture of our son, Vermiculus, scratching a Beowolf behind the ears and the Grimm reacting as a dog would. I hope this clears any issues, please contact us if any more information is needed. (Sent by anon)
  • Grimmfuture!Weiss, placing the letter down and sighs, staring at the photograph: Blake...
  • Grimmfuture!Blake, nodding and disappearing for a moment, reappearing with a file: The student's file.
  • Grimmfuture!Weiss, watching it plop onto her desk as she takes out a pen and begins writing a response of her own: To the parents of Vermiculus, while I understand your heavy belief in your son's ability, I would like to remind you that within this school there are students who see Grimm as horrific threats that must be dealt with immediately. While your son seemingly believes that any creature of Grimm can be made as harmless as a small pup, his fellow students may remain skeptical; thus killing his newfound pet the moment they see it.
  • Grimmfuture!Weiss, with a yawn, shakes her head, watching Blake place down a tea set, and pour the two cups: Thank you love...
  • Grimmfuture!Weiss, clears her throat and continues her response: And not only that, but a semblance with such power must have drawbacks, it is simply the nature of such things. I would much rather not have him learn the existence of these faults on the field, leading to his or any of his teammates' death. As the Headmistress of Beacon it is my responsibility to mold these young children into not only the saviors of Vale, but the saviors of Remnant itself, I cannot have any die before we reach that goal. Unfortunately I have already given the order to your son to only use his semblance when in the presence of a much more experienced Huntsmen, I hope you understand my decision.
  • Grimmfuture!Weiss, gives out a long sigh, signing the bottom of the letter: Signed, Headmistress of Beacon Academy, Weiss Schnee.... Blake, if you would, please take this down to the mail room.
  • Grimmfuture!Blake, nodding, taking hold of the letter: Of course Weiss, are you sure the student will listen to your order? He seems very overly confident in his semblance.
  • Grimmfuture!Weiss, standing up to turn towards the large window that sits behind her desk, watching out upon the bustling school grounds: If not mine. Then certainly the one who I appointed to watch over him.
  • ~~~~~
  • Grimmfuture!Jaune, stroking his chin with one hand, his other firmly placed on the top of his cane, staring down at the order from Weiss: some brat puts too much hope in his own power eh?
  • Grimmfuture!Jaune, with a smirk: Well, I'll take care of that.

A sad, even unsettling, candid photograph of Hank Williams and his wife Audrey, from the book Hank Williams: Snapshots from the Lost Highway.

Here is one of his unrecorded song lyrics titled “The Broken Marriage,” written Jan. 19, 1947, and found with other unfinished works in the Cadillac he was driving when he died.

Only two short years have passed dear

since I heard the preacher say

I join you two in holy wedlock

You belong to each other now from this day


We swore then to love each other

and to never ever part

What has happened to the love we knew then

Today we are far apart


In the presence of our savior

we said that we’d be true

But we lied my darling

Something’s happened to the love we knew


Today I saw you darling

with another by your side

It hurt me so my darling

that I went home and cried


When our lives here are over

and on that judgment day

if we are still apart dear

how big a debt will we have to pay