insult hearts

MBTI + Slogans

ISFPs; eternal loyalty for a smile and a $7 burrito

ESTPs; your wet dream, and your parents’ worst nightmare

ENTPs; wanted in 6 states and counting!

INFPs; maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s clinical depression

INFJs; we’ve honed ‘bottling it up’ into an art form!

INTPs; wanna know a fun fact? Yes you do-

INTJs; we knew you were gonna say that

ESTJs; Just Do It. Or Else

ENTJs; Never do it yourself.

ISTJs; just do it yourself, you fuckin’ pussy

ENFJs; You’ve got a friend in us. Possibly also an enemy.

ESFPs; Together We’ll Go Far-prison.

ENFPs; got a problem? Can’t solve it? Neither can we, nor do we want to. Deuces

ISFJs; we gave up, now you can too!

ESFJs; We Know Social Hierarchy.

ISTPs; atrophy is inevitable, death is not the end

fic rec friday

In which I post all the fics. I also apparently read nothing but fluffy fics ;) 

cruising by  thepsychicclam | 17K | high school au

A high school cruising au where Stiles sees Derek cruising down the strip and develops a huge crush.

Mates and Mushrooms by  mikkimouse | 11.5K | werewolf convention

Derek’s not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.

It might be a great plan…if only Derek weren’t head over heels in love with him.

It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn’t have a vested interest in Derek staying single.

Don’t Have Sex Because You Will Get Pregnant…And Die by  jadore_hale | 8.2K | high school au

I’m your best friend! Why wouldn’t you tell me that you’re planning on losing your virginity this Friday?”

Stiles choked. No, he actually choked. A cheeto went down the wrong pipe, lodging itself in his throat, and he pounded on his chest, coughing and hacking to get it out. Because death by artificially powdered orange stick? No, sir. Not today.

“What the hell, Scott,” Stiles wheezed, inhaling and exhaling sharply. “Where in ‘watching Netflix and ordering pizza’ did you get that I’m losing my virginity?”

“How do you still not get Netflix and Chill?!” Scott slapped a palm over his face then thumped his head down onto the desk.

Dancing On Blades by  tryslora | 28.2K | olympics au

When Derek discovers that Mieczysław “Stiles” Stilinski–known for his YouTube videos of skating, not his competitions–is going to be at Nationals, attempting to make the Olympic team, he has to go. After all, Stiles learned ALL FIVE of Derek’s Worlds routines and posted video of each one to YouTube. He sees something in this unknown skater, something that only Stiles’s reclusive coach seemed to see before. And when Stiles manages to claim one of the three coveted spots, Derek makes an offer that Stiles can’t refuse: Derek will coach him to win Olympic gold. The hard part? There are only two weeks between Nationals and the Olympics…

It’s Platonic Until It’s Not by  hbunting1403 | 16.8K | friends to lovers

Yes, Scott and Stiles sleep in the same bed. Stiles would rather cut off both of his hands than touch Scott sexually, but he’s no stranger to showing affection, and they cuddle on a pretty regular basis. Their relationship is, in Stiles’ eyes, normal and healthy and exactly what they both need. Then Scott meets Alison, and they fall in love over a fucking pen (which is sickly sweet but so Scott), and Stiles suddenly has a lot more time on his hands.

Cue pottery classes, stargazing, a new friendship, and a lot of (totally platonic) fantasizing.

Even if Derek is hotter than the sun.

Logistics of Traveling with Werewolves by  SylvieW | 11.3K | werewolf convention

The pack attends the National Werewolf Association Conference for the first time since they got their shit together. Derek doesn’t like being away from home, or facing people from his past. Stiles does his best to help out… without letting his feelings get in the way. It’s harder than he thought since they’re sharing not only a hotel room, but a bed.

The Way to My Heart (French Insults) by  KuriKuri | 10.4K | reality tv

In which Derek gets roped into being the ‘eligible bachelor’ on a dating show and instead falls for one of the show’s interns.

Between Dogs and Wolves by  artemis69 | 25.8K | mafia au

The mafia!AU where the Hales owe four million to the Stilinskis, Laura rents Derek (but not as a stripper), Stiles gets a new favorite, Derek gets a new boss, a new puppy and a new family.

Sometimes they break people, but mainly, they just snark at each other.

Roundtable by  Mynuet | 7.2K | professor derek

Stiles jumped at the chance for national exposure as a journalist by hosting a panel on werewolf rights. He was insufficiently prepared for dealing with rabid anti-werewolf partisans, and definitely unprepared for the unparalleled hotness of Professor Derek Hale, werewolf rights activist.

Honey, Can’t you See (The Bloodstains on my Teeth) by  Loup_Aigre, TroubleIWant | 44.9K | soulmate au

“Mr Stilinski.” Deaton’s usually impassive face betrays a hint of surprise today, maybe even disappointment. “You haven’t changed your mind.”

Stiles tips his chin up, smiling against his irritation. “Nope,” he confirms, so cheerily it bites. They had arranged this weeks ago, yet Deaton was apparently betting Stiles wouldn’t go through with it in the end. Fuck that. He doesn’t know what it’s like out there, not really. He can afford to hold himself aloof and uninvolved, knowing his druid power is enough to keep him safe in this little office. Stiles can’t. Scott’s pack has got to protect this whole town, and Stiles’ spark isn’t enough to protect all of them while they do it.

A Tale as Old as Time by  Leslie_Knope | 5.9K | time travel au

Derek wakes up 12 years later in a world where, for some reason, Stiles is naked.

Well, at least the sheets are comfortable.

Illuminated by  ZainClaw | 5K

“Because I’m falling in love with you and it’s scaring the hell out of me.”

7

it all makes sense now…

Healing Hands

Ivar x Reader
Healing Hands: Part 1 of 2. 7,419 words (Yeah, I know. This was supposed to be a short, smutty one-shot. For shame.)
Warnings: Smut glorious smut. Little bit of angst.
This is the first fanfic I’ve posted online in about six years so I’m super nervous and sorry that my writing is rusty. I will improve with practice! For me, Ivar’s relationship with his mother plays a huge role in how he interacts with potential female lovers so my depiction is probably a little softer than the norm. I hope this fic isn’t too terrible!

You didn’t know Ivar Lothbrook well growing up but your mother did.

As an experienced healer living in Kattegat, your mother tended to Ivar whenever the pain from his condition was too much. Your mother’s reputation was so great that Queen Aslaug herself frequently requested her assistance with Ivar. With the right combination of natural remedies, your mother always managed to get Ivar’s pain under control. He liked her and strangely enough, she liked him too. You could never understood why though, at least not as a child. You and Ivar were two years apart with him being two years younger and he just seemed outright volatile every time you met him. He was an angry child whose frustrations were only occasionally successfully hidden by his angel smile. He grew up to be an angry teenager too and you disliked tending to him whenever you trained with your mother. He was rude and unpleasant, always hissing at you under his breath when you touched him. Only his mother and yours could calm him back then but now both of them were dead and you had to tend to Ivar alone.

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Okay but imagine Harry and Ginny moving into 12 Grimmauld Place. They’ve tried again to remove the portrait of Walburga Black but nothing’s worked so they just ignore it until it becomes part of their home life.

“Filth! Scum! Blood traitors!”

“Good morning to you too, Walburga.”

And her portrait settles down after a while but still has random outbursts and likes to wake them up very early with some Sunday pureblood propaganda.

And then James Sirius is born. Walburga sees Harry and Ginny enter the house and she’s about to scream bloody murder, until she notices the small bundle in Ginny’s arms. It’s the first time she’s completely quiet for an entire day.

She returns to her shouting and insulting, only is not really as loud as before, and she no longer does it during the night.

Months go by and one day Harry notices baby James crawling around the house and finding the portrait of Walburga. Harry’s about to freak out because imagine how terrifying a big, mean portrait can be for a baby, but then he can’t believe his eyes when all she does is stare at him. No shouting, no humiliating. James laughs himself silly when Walburga rolls her eyes at him.

This phenomenon continues and its highly interesting to Harry, Ginny, and anyone coming to their house. Apparently old Walburga doesn’t have the heart to insult a little baby to his face.

Although the complaining and screaming never fully goes away, the bad words stop as soon as James is learning how to talk.

A couple of years later, James is telling baby Albus all about Walburga.

“She’s tough as nails! Dad and other Aurors tried to remove her many times but couldn’t!”

Albus loves to bang on the portrait and Walburga has to take it upon herself to teach this young man some manners; and sometimes he and James would go and sit in front of her, asking to hear stories about the noble House of Black. Those are the only times she’s not downright scowling.

And finally, Lily Luna comes along. She’s the smallest bundle to come through those doors and Walburga is quiet for almost a week. Ginny even found her shushing James and Albus a couple of times.

Lily is fascinated by her portrait and as she grows older, she likes to stop by it at least once a day and hear Walburga’s opinion on her clothes and hair.

“That bun is not tight enough! There’s dirt on your dress! Stand up straight like a proper lady!”

Lily finds it hilarious and oftentimes wears dreadful Muggle clothes just to get Walburga all riled up. There’s also been a few genuine compliments, though, like when Lily got dressed up for Neville’s and Hannah’s wedding.

“Those are some good quality robes! Not like your brothers’, they look like a Hippogriff stomped on them!”

The day Lily is finally ready for Hogwarts, Harry and Ginny come back to the house all alone. There’s a small cough from the corner and when they turn around, Walburga asks them when the little ones return.

Slytherpuff romance
  • Slytherin is super in denial about liking such a naive, absent-minded, honest, genuinely good, and utterly adorable annoying ball of happy. Like the fuck? 
  • Slytherin believing they’re no way in the seven circles of hell that they have a chance with said Puff
  • Puff feels an instant magnetizing quality about Slytherin and blooms a smile every time they see Slytherin
  • Puff always makes sure to say “Hi” and “How are you?” when they get a chance
  • Which is super easy because Slytherin just casually lingers around the Puff whenever they can create the opportunity to
  • Puff isn’t even really aware of how often they “run into” Slytherin or “end up” sitting next to them in class
  • Puff is honestly just ecstatic to be around them, asking questions about their goals and interests
  • Slytherin tries so goddamn hard to impress Puff, in any way they can: lofty goals, jokes, facts they’ve memorized just to impress people
  • Puff is so smitten with their passion, their ambition, their enthusiasm (to talk with them), their intellect-There’s just a lot okay?
  • Puff feeling sad and convinced Slytherin couldn’t like them, but feeling so honored to be a chosen friend of Slytherin’s
  • Slytherin defending Puff against ANYONE who dares try to insult their honey badger
  • Puff’s heart just melting into liquid love at the scene of Slytherin defending them
  • Slytherin staring right into Puff’s soul and says, “I would never let anything happen to you.”
  • Puff breathless and trying to understand the unspoken intensity in Slytherin’s eyes
  • Slytherin clearing their throat and trying to maintain external composure
  • Puff stepping forward and hugging Slytherin in a grip too intimate to be platonic
  • Slytherin holding their breath but then letting the anxiety go and sagging into the arms of this loving creature
  • Puff feeling everything in their world align and feeling everything be so… perfect.
  • Puff leans their head back first but Slytherin doesn’t move an inch
  • Slytherin leans in first but waits for Puff to close the distance
  • Slytherin kisses so softly, their fingertips reaching behind Puff’s neck and into their hair
  • Puff’s hands are tightening unconsciously on Slytherin’s cloak and their face is burning
  • Both their faces are an embarrassingly burning red
  • And when all their friends find out they’re dating they just groan “FINALLY”
all’s fair

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader
genre: rivals au / fluff
word count: 5,655
description: sometimes people can surprise you and do absurdly kind things, even the ones you least expect… even your rival, jeon jungkook.
author’s note: i don’t know a whole lot about baseball and its penalties so i used this source (x) as a reference. 


The first hit in the baseball is crucial. It sets up the rest of the game by getting the momentum going and initiating a form of liquid courage that either side may take a drink from to course through their veins and settle in their psyches. Not only can it make or break the batting team, but it’ll only reflect on the opposing team—sometimes it’s their pitch that does it for you or maybe it’s their pitch that can totally decimate you in three fell swoops—all in a matter of minutes.

You don’t think too deeply on the task at hand, fully aware of how much pressure is pushing into the forefronts of your mind and atop your shoulders like someone’s heavy forearm. Your eyes narrow at the familiar sight of sun-kissed skin, shoving it away as you meet their half-lidded ones and purposefully scowling in response to the smirk curved on his lips.

“Ready to lose, Y/N?” Jungkook asks, remaining firmly planted in front of you. His teammates are gathering behind him, yet he makes no form of acknowledgement in their regard. In fact, his doe-like, dark brown hues are trained on yours despite your best attempts to ward him off with your best scowl. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t pout just yet! You still have two more hours to do that!”   

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Stop the hate - give it a chance

I’m actually starting to avoid being online on social media because all I see is hate or complaints about the show or the cast and I’m seriously tired of that! That’s why the cast doesn’t interact with us the way they used to, and I get it!! They can see it, guys… they can see it all! And this might shock you, but they’re human beings too! Their feelings can be hurt too! And they’re doing absolutely nothing wrong to deserve all this bullshit!

I’m so sorry for them bc I don’t want them to lose their interest in what they’re doing, or their passion, just because some immature jerks aren’t able to shut up. Nobody’s forcing anyone to watch or like the show, but stop fucking hating on the cast! They’re doing their best, it’s not fair to insult them for not living up to their expectations!!

So, Sebastian looks like burnt lasagna.. now what? What’s the big deal? You don’t know his tv!story, you don’t know what happened to him, you don’t know nothing!! Maybe the tv!story is even better written than the book!story, I mean, who knows?! You’re not even giving it a chance! Also, isn’t it boring when everything is exactly like in the books?! Just be patient, wait for what’s coming next and don’t hate on the ACTORS for something they have ABSOLUTELY NO INFLUENCE ON!! They’re the last people to deserve the hate, okay?!

Also…

…how can someone be so damn cold-hearted and insult these cute lil angels?! LOOK HOW ADORABLE THEY ARE?! HOW CAN YOU?! I MEAN, IT’S LIKE RUNNING PUPPIES OVER WITH A CAR, I ASSUME YOU WOULDN’T DO THAT EITHER, WOULD YA?

Also, here some cute Isaiah appreciation since I couldn’t find a proper gif with the whole cast in it…

anonymous asked:

Hi! For a Klance prompt, Lance or Keith (your pick) gets infected by some alien thing that makes them tell the truth so they admit their feelings for the other person, but after being 'cured' they don't remember doing it? thanks!

For sure! Hope you like it :D


           “Lance, what are you doing – get away from that!” Keith grabbed the back of Lance’s armor and hauled him backward as the flower exploded a white puff in his face, making Lance sneeze violently. He rubbed the residue off his face, inspecting the white smear it left on his glove.

           “It’s just pollen,” he shrugged. Keith glared at him.

           “Do you know how many people are allergic to Earth pollen? Who knows what alien pollen might do to you?” Lance rolled his eyes.

           “You’re being dramatic. Look, I’m fine. I feel better than ever.” Keith narrowed his eyes.

           “Let’s just keep moving,” he said, shifting his grip on his bayard. “We can probably find a cave in those cliffs up there, hole up there for the night, try and contact the team again in the morning.” Lance nodded.

           “After you,” he said, gesturing grandly. Keith just rolled his eyes and set off, hacking a particularly thorny branch away with his sword.

           They made it to a shallow, unoccupied cave in the cliff face with about an hour to spare before sunset and managed to build a fire before it got too dark to see. They negotiated guard duty and Keith got first watch, leaving Lance to stretch out and go to sleep beside the fire. Except, in typical Lance fashion, he started to talk instead.

           “I’ve never built a fire before. I never thought I would have to,” he said. Keith groaned quietly.

           “Lance, we’ve got a long night ahead of us. You should really try to get some sleep.”

           “I never went camping as a kid. My family didn’t have the money to make a trip like that.”

           “You can tell me about it later. If you absolutely must,” he added under his breath. “Just please be quiet.”

           “We thought it was fancy when they managed to take us out to dinner and a movie. That was a big day. There were four of us plus my parents, and that’s a lot of kids to pay for, so we couldn’t do it very often. But camping was never an option. My sister really wanted to do it. She begged my parents for months. But they wouldn’t let her. It was pretty awful to watch how crushed she was, but to tell the truth, I thought she was being selfish.”

           “Lance?” Keith asked. There was something off about Lance’s voice. It sounded too flat and monotone, as if he wasn’t actually hearing what he was saying. Lance continued as if he hadn’t heard Keith.

           “She knew they couldn’t afford to take all of us, so either she wanted to get special treatment and go without us, or she was just being a whiny brat and harassing my parents because she got fed up with having no money all the time. I got fed up too, we all did. She could have sucked it up like the rest of us.”

           “Lance.” There was definitely something wrong. Lance never talked about his family like this. Certainly not to Keith, at any rate. He sprung to his feet and walked over to where Lance was flat on his back, eyes glassy and unfocused, staring at the ceiling.

           “Of course I still love her but God did she get on my nerves when we were kids sometimes. But I don’t really think about that these days because I’m so homesick. I just think about all the perfect times we had together. You don’t understand it, you know. I don’t think anyone else on the ship understands how close I am to my family and how much I hate being here sometimes. At least Pidge is trying to get her family back. Voltron just keeps me further away. But you especially don’t understand because you don’t have any family.” Keith slapped Lance hard across the face.

           “Snap out of it!” he growled. “What the hell is…?” He bent closer. Something was glowing faintly white on the edges of Lance’s nostrils. The flower. It had infected him or something, and now he was talking without any kind of filter. “I told you that alien pollen was bad news,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. Lance’s eyes were still just as glassy as before. He barely seemed to register the fact that he had been slapped.

           “It makes me miserable how much you hate me,” he said. Keith, in the middle of searching for some kind of leaf or cloth or anything he could use to try and scrape the gunk off Lance’s nose, paused.

           “You think I hate you?” he asked.

           “Yes,” Lance said. He started at receiving a direct answer and slowly turned back to Lance.

           “Why do you think I hate you?”

           “Because you’re so much better than me, and I annoy you by trying to compete with you. You know you can win so it’s a waste of your time.” Keith sat down heavily.

           “Lance, no. That’s not… that’s not…”

           “Of course I realized recently that the real reason I want to compete with you is because I want you to notice me,” he continued, “because I’ve had an awful crush on you since the Garrison. I thought I just wanted people to think I could be as good as you, but the real issue is that I like you a lot and I’m terrified of you finding out because I know you’ll just laugh at me.” Keith covered his ears.

           “I don’t want to hear this,” he moaned. “Lance, please, stop talking.”

           “I think you’re the most talented and beautiful person I’ve ever met and I started fantasizing about kissing you about two months ago. I even love the mullet even though I still think it’s ridiculous that you have it. I keep flirting with aliens to distract myself but I only do it because I know I won’t have any success. I don’t want to actually date anyone but you.” Keith’s head was between his knees. He wasn’t supposed to be hearing this. It wasn’t fair the way Lance’s confession made his heart speed up in his chest, made him think of the times they’d both caught each other staring lately, made him remember Lance saving his life on their most recent mission and brushing it off like it was nothing. It wasn’t fair to Lance. “I think I might love you, Keith, and I’ve cried twice about the fact that you could never love me back.” Lance’s speech ceased abruptly, leaving a few seconds of silence. “I’m tired. I’m going to sleep now,” he announced, and closed his eyes. Keith heaved a sigh of relief, coming over with a leaf to rub away the white residue on his nose. He dropped a hand on Lance’s shoulder.

           “You do that, Lance,” he said. “You do that.”

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           Lance woke up to morning light groggy and with the worst crick in his neck he’d ever had. He sat up, yawned, and noticed Keith sitting at the edge of the cave, staring off into the woods. He frowned.

           “Dude, why didn’t you wake me up for guard duty?” he asked. “Have you been sitting there awake all night?” Keith jumped at the sound of Lance voice, turned to look at him, and scrambled to his feet.

           “Lance!” he said. “Are you… You seem normal?” Lance blinked.

           “Yeah, why… why wouldn’t I be?” Keith hovered uncertainly, unsure whether or not to move forward.

           “Do… do you not… do you remember last night?”

           “Yeah, we planned for guard duty, you said you’d wake me up in a few hours, and then you just never did! Come on, man, let people help you sometimes, you’re going to be exhausted now.” Keith bit his lip.

           “So… nothing else?” Lance stared.

           “What happened?”

           “Nothing!” Keith said hurriedly. His cheeks were slightly red for some reason. “I… I tried to wake you up but I couldn’t. You were too sound asleep. So yeah, I’ve been awake all night, asshole.” The insult was only half-hearted and didn’t really seem to land. Lance blinked.

           “Okay,” he said. “Well, we probably better see if we can’t find a way to signal the castle. It looked like there were settlements further up the cliff, let’s see if we can find some alien friends.” Keith nodded in agreement, heading to stamp out the fire. As Lance gathered his Paladin armor, he kept glancing sideways at his rival and his friend, wondering what had really happened last night – and why Keith was lying.

[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]

When someone insults me all I can think to say is “I’m sorry” I am sorry that I am not how other people want me to be. I am sorry that no matter how hard I try I will never be like anyone that fits in. I am sorry I have my own personality. I am sorry that after everything I have been through I am slowly turning into a depressed piece of shit. I am sorry that everything I do is wrong. I am sorry that all pf my life choices are awful. I am sorry that at my young age I do things that help me forget what bad things have happened to me. I can clearly tell I was dealt a pretty bad hand in life… Just know “Perfect Person” that breaks me down, you are slowly pushing me to my limit.. So yeah I AM SORRY

Midnight

Chris Evans X Reader

A/N: I proudly present you this mess of a fic for Kayak’s Languages of Love Challenge. My prompt was “la douleur exquise” which means “The pain of still caring for someone that you know you can never have.” @howlingbarnes (Also, happy birthday, kayak!) 

Inspired by the Esquire photo shoot and this series of tweets

Special thanks to @denialanderror for yelling at me to finish this.

Words: 1557

Prompt: Does love mean that you’re meant to be?

Warnings: implied smut, angst, oh yikes i am nervous about this

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anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on Uma and Harry's relationship? I never read the books but in the movie, he looked so smitten with her. It was adorable! But yeah, I just wanted to know your thoughts whether its their relationship in the book, the movie, or both! :) Whatever you prefer! Thank you for taking time to answer!

do not reblog.

the book actually comes before D2 supposedly. 

smitten isn’t really the right word. harry has more of a distanced intimate obsession with her. like not - weird stalker style ?? more as though she’s a religion that he worships. in the book, we meet harry in chapter six. he enters the classroom and the first thing he does is slide into his seat - which is next to uma - and drawls well, helloooo.we’re told that uma is harry’s oldest friend on the isle. meaning already we understand he - undisclosed out loud - considers her a friend.

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I’m officially opening this can of worms

aka my full argument for why Terra is in fact one of the Seven Lights in Kingdom Hearts 3. BRACE YOURSELVES, TL;DR IS COMING

Mickey: Seven guardians of light? Well, for Keyblade wielders, there’s me
and Riku and Sora. And my three missing friends, that’s six. Then the
seventh would be… […] That means…the thirteen seekers of darkness…

Xehanort: Yes, little king. Perceptive. But Sora and another on your
list belong to me now. And that puts you three guardians short. But worry not. All of the pieces are destined to appear. Your seven lights just like my thirteen darknesses, whose final clash will beget the prize I seek…

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS VERY IMPORTANT SCENE HERE FOR A SECOND PLEASE

This is what a lot of people have used to argue that Terra is, in fact, one of the Seekers of Darkness, because this line appears to infer that Xehanort has both him and Sora in his possession.

However, I think the exact opposite. I think this line utterly proves that Xehanort does not have him, which means Terra cannot be a Seeker of Darkness. Allow me to tl;dr a little lot:

Mickey just listed out six of the seven known Lights: Sora, Riku, himself, and his “three friends,” which obviously refers to Terra, Ventus, and Aqua, the only wielders that this game goes to great lengths to avoid verbally naming until the very end. Judging by Xehanort’s response here, he confirms these six as being the chosen Lights.

“Sora and another on your list.” Does this automatically refer to Terra? Think about it. Xehanort has Sora. Xehanort is about to possess him in both body and heart to claim him as a vessel. If he has Sora, whom else does he automatically have possession of? Those in his Sora’s heart who are waiting to be revived, including Roxas, Xion, and Ventus. Ventus, who was just listed as another Light. Also keep in mind:

  • Xigbar knows where Ven is. Both his scene with Zexion in KH2 and his remark to Sora earlier in DDD prove that he knows not only where Ven’s body is, but also where his heart is.
  • Xemnas knows where Ven’s body is. He spent years trying to find the room it’s in – and considering what we learn in DDD, this was most likely with the intention of using him as an easy vessel.
  • Besides having literally predicted pretty much everything in the KH storyline, Master Xehanort also knows what Vanitas looks like – or rather, whom he looks like.

In summary, Xehanort would have surely made the connection by now that Ven and Sora are very closely linked – and judging by Xigbar’s remarks, he knows that Ven’s heart is currently inside Sora’s.

What’s this mean? It means Xehanort would know that by possessing Sora, he automatically gets Ven as well. And if Xehanort has Ven’s heart, Ven obviously can’t serve as a Light because he can’t be whole again. Let’s go back to his line:

“But Sora and another on your list belong to me now. And that puts you three guardians short.”

The common argument is that the “another” refers to Terra, with the “three guardians” total meaning Sora, Terra, and the unknown seventh Light that Mickey couldn’t name. But if Xehanort actually had Terra, he should have said “Sora and two others on your list belong to me now. And that puts you four guardians short,referring to Sora, Terra, the unknown seventh, and Ven. But since he doesn’t, and if we assume that his “two” does mean Sora and Ven, this would mean that not only is Xehanort saying “nope I don’t have Terra,” but he’s also agreeing with Mickey’s initial statement that Terra is one of the Lights.

This isn’t the kind of oversight Xehanort would make, least of all in the game whose entire purpose is to emphasize just how truly, terrifyingly knowledgeable and powerful he really is.

Now, getting back to my original statement, I think this proves Terra isn’t a Darkness presently, but I also think it proves that he will not be one, ever. Remember, Xehanort had his whole plan laid out: 12 vessels carefully chosen over time with Sora as the last-minute thirteenth. That plan was ruined (-insert mad cheering for Lea here-), meaning that his search for a thirteenth vessel in KH3 is an improvisation on his part. If he intended to use Terra as a Darkness, it would not be the thirteenth. He would have already had Terra in line among the first twelve, since at first glance Terra would seem like a legitimate choice given his fate in BBS.

Also remember: DDD tells us that the thirteen Darknesses are made up of people who each possess a piece of Xehanort’s heart. Recall how difficult Terra was for Xehanort to maintain a hold on at the end of BBS – and that was with his whole heart inside of Terra. The likelihood of his being able to maintain control of Terra now, with only 1/13th of his heart, is extremely unlikely, if not an outright plothole should Terra actually turn up as a Darkness. And again, keep in mind that Xehanort is very, very intelligent and he’s not going to waste his time this far into the game. Why bother attempting to reign in a vessel who was so much work before and was able to outmaneuver him and set him back for 13 years?

He won’t. Because as he told Terra directly in BBS, "You are just one of many roads that I might choose to take. Trust me. I made certain of that.” It’s my strong belief that Terra is utterly useless to Xehanort now, much like Riku, and so Xehanort is completely ignoring him at this point – and even going as far as letting Mickey and the others have him (by not going after Terra himself), because if Terra can’t serve the War as a Darkness, he’ll serve it as a Light, which is really all the same in the end as far as Xehanort’s motives are concerned.

AND SINCE WE’RE HERE, I’ll also cover the topic of what a Guardian of Light should be, which further supports Terra as one of them:

What exactly qualifies a person as a Light? Let’s look at the similarities between the six mentioned before. Sora, Riku, Mickey, Terra, Ven, and Aqua – we all know from their respective games that they are each VERY light-oriented in their hearts. Riku struggled for a while, but he eventually overcame his darkness to balance it with his light. Terra also succumbed to darkness, but BBS mentions several times that he has a very strong light in his heart regardless. It’s this light that forces Xehanort to take such a long, roundabout way of doing things to finally possess him in the end. Terra and Riku are virtually the same case, a point stressed all the more in Blank Points. So, overall, I’d say it’s safe to assume that the Seven Lights all have to possess strong lights in their hearts. This is kind of obvious, given the name.

Second, these six have been proven to be very justice-oriented. Sora, Riku, Terra, Ven, Aqua, and Mickey are all the types who would – and do – jump headlong and selflessly into danger for others, oftentimes complete strangers. They take their roles as Keyblade wielders very seriously and understand the kind of responsibility that they carry. So, I would also say that the Lights have to possess noble intentions, a strong sense of justice, and a general adherence to the idea of what is “good” in this universe. Also keep in mind that they play the roles opposite to the Darknesses, so they stand for everything Xehanort’s side doesn’t: lawfulness, order, and the general good.

Thus, if Terra is not one of the Lights, then besides finding the unconfirmed seventh (which, by all appearances, is most likely Kairi) the good guys also need to find another wielder who fits the above description. Of all the wielders we know, past and present, no one else fits all these qualities – except Eraqus, arguably, but even he made one really big screw-up that set him apart from the standards set by the six mentioned above. Roxas sort of comes close, but imo isn’t light-centric enough. Even the Foretellers, despite being generally good people, appear to be flawed in ways that ultimately put their own interests before anything else, unlike the six listed above who constantly put themselves last and fight for others and what they believe is Right.

SO. way too much tl;dr, but to sum it up, please please PLEASE do not just go by the word of all these people (including certain high-profile individuals) who preach “Terra isn’t a Light” and/or “so-and-so is a Light” as fact without any evidence to back it up. This happens a lot, and goes back to how fanbases in general have a terrible habit of accepting fan opinions as fact and then lashing out at canon when it doesn’t happen, which is a sad and frustrating thing to watch.

I’m not saying you should believe everything I’ve said as 100% infallible, but I ask you to consider it, and actually think for yourself, before just going with the biased flow and blind claims that are so prevalent in fandom.