it is my only wish to have a friendship as beautiful as theirs


Knight!Bucky Barnes X Castle Maid!Reader

A/N: Surprise! I present to you my first time writing in an AU. Just a little something extra along with what I have coming soon.

Words: approx. 2.1K

Prompt: Knights and castles and dancing and kisses. Arthurian AU.

Warnings: implied familial death, insecurities, kissing (is that even a warning idk)


“Yes, milady. Of course.” You smiled widely as Queen Guinevere told you of the ball that she wished to hold at the palace today, in commemoration of her beloved King Arthur’s return.

She had called for your help on choosing a dress that was sure to catch the King’s eye.

After hours spent showing her beautiful gowns that you could only hope in vain to ever have the honor of wearing, she decided on a soft lavender gown. You could only gape at the way that it fitted her, bringing out every ounce of femininity in her very being.

“It’s lovely, my lady.” You said, unable to hide your astonishment. Guinevere smiled, holding the gown to her frame. Shamefully embarrassed by your momentary indulgence, you turned your gaze downwards. Just as a mere servant would be expected to behave.

The queen noticed your sudden change.

“Surely, you will be there?” She questioned.

“With all due respect, my queen, I’m afraid I cannot bow to your wishes.” You said, the words leaving your mouth with the ease of silk gliding over soft skin. These exact words had left your mouth many times. Always the same exact words, always the answer to this question.

You plastered on a smile. You didn’t understand why she asked you every time a great celebration took place when the  A part of you ached to go. However, no peasant such as yourself should associate themselves with the upper class.

Guinevere smiled sadly.

“I truly wish you will someday be able to grace us with your presence.” She smiled, her voice teasing at your reluctance.

“As do I.” You offered her a small smile. Ever since you had come to work at the castle, the queen had become a friend rather than your superior. But for a royal such as her to be so close with someone of a such a low standing as you, it was considered…blasphemous. You could be killed for it.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any fic recommendations already where Derek and Stiles are best friends? If you have, can you please link it? Thank you very much! I'm starved for these kinds of fics.

  • This MIght Be Irony by thepsychicclam (M, 38k) Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.
  • Little Dumplings by DevilDoll (G, 8k) “You and Derek are going to sit next to each other,” she said. Derek had already put his mat down off to the side, near the window, and was sitting on it, glaring at his Batman sneakers. “And you’re going to hold hands.“ "What?” Stiles blurted. He looked over at Derek, who was looking back at him, mouth fallen open in shock. His eyes were so wide that for once his eyebrows weren’t his most noticeable facial feature. “If you refuse to apologize to each other, you’ll have to make up another way,” Miss Blake said firmly, steering Stiles over toward Derek and standing there while he obediently—if somewhat grudgingly—put his mat down.
  • Mating Habits of the North American Domesticated Werewolf by lielabell (M, 35k) Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.
  • Help me get in touch (with what I feel) by alenie (E, 3k)  “Stiles, what happened?” Derek says as sternly as he can (which isn’t very). Nevertheless, there is a pause on the line, and a small sigh. “I was just…having some Stiles personal time, you know? And…I may have gotten something stuck. Um, in me.” “In you?” Derek says incredulously. “What do you…oh.” Enlightenment strikes. “Like, in your…” “Yes, in my butt!” Stiles snaps.

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we might as well be

the wonder woman inspired starco soulmate au no one asked for

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Everyone knows that when Star Butterfly falls, she falls hard — and fast. She falls like a shooting star, leaving traces of it in the sky, but very easy to miss. Sometimes it’s obvious, but when she truly falls — when her heart can’t seem to stop falling from the sky — it’s the most silent and quickest thing there’s ever been.

But for Marco Diaz, it’s a whole different story. He falls slowly, like the sun as it falls on the horizon. It’s warm and soft around the edges, but ever present. He falls gently, giving enough time to know what he’s getting into and to accept it, waiting for the stars to appear out before he’s finally in love.

And sometimes, the shooting star burns out before the sun can even be given the chance to fall.

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skam spin-off

to keep with the theme of positiveness for this blog, i wanted to talk a lil about the US version of skam ! admittedly hopes for the show aren’t the greatest, but rn there’s heaps of love in the tags for some really promising outcomes for the series and where it could be set. and it got me thinking, what if in some alternate universe we could have an english spin-off of skam that wasn’t set in america ?? i, as an australian, think skam would translate perfectly into a quaint little show set in australia, and below i wanna list why !

Most of what I’m going to say below is applicable to southern Australia (Melbourne and surrounds) so if you’re a fellow aussie and this doesn’t make sense, this is the geographical context !

also this is kinda long (….2440 words….) bc i got super passionate about this so if you wanna chuck me a like (even if you didn’t read it) it will make me feel better for wasting the past hour of my life AHAHAH

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Game Rec: Kisses and Curses

Yes, that’s right, that game which you’ve no doubt encountered as the annoying, cheesy ad on your mobile dashboard with the cringy tagline of “save the world, and fall in love” or something to that effect. 

Well. I am here to tell you that all the assumptions you’ve made about this game are wrong. 

I’ve gotten really into interactive visual novel games recently, so when I got really bored one day I decided to give it a go. It’s probably about five minutes in that I realise that, cheesy advertising and cringe-inducing (but thankfully skip-able) intro aside, this game is a HIDDEN GEM. 

The girl front and center of the main pic is the hella bisexual protagonist and the other five are the love interest options!

They waste no time making her bisexuality super clear, and if you do the Anastasia storyline it gets discussed in more depth (not sure about the others yet). 

Now, if you’re like me and you’re a thirsty gay/bi/pan, being able to play an interactive story where you can romance anyone out of three guys and two girls is probably enough to catch your attention right away. But there’s so much else going for it. 

Firstly, it’s genuinely hilarious. The main character (who I’ll refer to as MC here since you get to name her) is brilliantly snarky and 120% my ideal kind of protagonist. 

(Screencaps are all borrowed from other Tumblr users who have been posting about the game, the way the game works makes it too difficult for me to go away and get some of my own atm - so they’re not the most ideal caps in some cases but the best I could do)

Basically, the premise is that MC is a (bisexual) witch. 

Witches have Birthrights, different abilities they are born with which is usually passed down through the family. MC’s birthright is a Stargazer: she neutralises the wayward magic in starfalls which is dangerous when left unattended. 

The plot starts up when starfalls become starfloods aka way more tricky to the point of dangerously overwhelming. 

Without giving too much of the plot away, it basically turns out that things are headed in a potentially catastrophic direction for the whole world if you don’t do something about it. You have to pick a witch and a human to travel with you to help you with the spell in question (which is how you narrow down which love interest you’re going to go after). 

There’s a lot more to it than that but that’ll give you enough of an idea.  

Each love interest storyline deviates from the others in some way while still sticking mostly to the central plot (which is pretty damn good, with a nice twist at the end which I only worked out just before the reveal, and frankly it didn’t lose its punch), keeping it interesting for playing through the difference romance options. The romance is surprisingly well written, evoking emotion but also…well, it gets pretty steamy! Like, fairly blatant oral sex implications level of steamy. It’s great. 

An element of gameplay I really like is that the choices you face can be genuinely difficult sometimes and you have no idea what kind of repercussions they might have, just like if it was real life. It was surprisingly immersive in those moments - I was worried!

I’ve only done one of the love interest storylines so far - recently started my second choice - but I heard another player talking about how a choice of theirs accidentally led to a character (who they thought was 100% safe) getting killed off, and nothing like that happened to me but, I now have to wonder if I was ever just one choice away from something like that since there were definitely some close calls! 

Quick love interest breakdown: 

Melanie - witch - black lesbian (I think) with awesome hair who is your best friend and honestly just kind of the best person ever, even if you romance someone else her friendship with MC is adorable bc sapphic besties

Anastasia - human - an intense yet awkward lesbian witch hunter who 100% has a thing for you until she learns you’re a witch, and things get really “starcrossed natural enemies” in the best possible way (hers is the only storyline I’ve finished so far and it’s honestly so beautiful)

Rhys - witch - very proper Welshman with a Birthright that lets him see the future, and is apparently secretly into BDSM (I’ve only just started his storyline, but apparently it’s great because he is the complete opposite of a certain Mr Grey, aka super respectful/devoted etc. I’m mostly just curious as to how explicitly it’ll be shown since they haven’t held back much so far, lol)

Niklas - witch - European gentleman who practices Dark Magic and has a Birthright that basically forces people to do what he says, which I know sounds concerning but I’ve seen comments saying that his storyline is actually really great, which I’ll actually believe based on the rest of the game (I suppose I’ll find out!)

Ty - human - boy next door who is just generally great and chill (I’m romancing Rhys atm but Ty is the human I brought along for the ride and it’s really awesome because even though Ty has a thing for MC, he and Rhys are getting along really well and it’s just nice to not have cliched jealousy between lowkey romantic rivals) 

Gameplay breakdown: 

So basically, you use ‘stamina potions’ to unlock chapters. This is probably the game’s only downfall - you can buy as many potions as you want but for those of us that can’t afford that, you have to wait four hours to get 1 stamina potion and a chapter can cost anything from 2-5. (Though the game will sometimes give you extra as a daily gift.)

While this can be frustrating when you’re getting really into the story, I actually like it because it stops the game from ruining my life/taking up all my time which it totally would if I could just skip through all the chapters. 

You also gain affinity for each of the love interests through your difference choices in interaction with them and sometimes need a certain level to unlock the next scene. If you don’t have enough, you have to play a potion making mini-game. This was initially tedious but they’ve just updated the game and totally fixed it so it doesn’t take too long. (This goes for a couple of other things as well, if you tried the game a while back and got frustrated with how it worked, I’d recommend giving it another go now.)

There are also coins and starstones, both of which you can use to buy different clothing (for the aesthetic/necessity for a scene/extra affinity for a character) for MC and the latter of which you can use to read a chapter even if you are lacking in affinity for a character - which I wouldn’t actually recommend doing because it means you’ll still be lacking later when the threshold is even higher.

In summary: 

Completely against expectation and advertised appearance, this game is LGBT+ inclusive, hilarious, engaging, free to download/play (though with purchase options) and not too likely to ruin your life. I give it a solid 8/10 because as much as I do appreciate it letting me get on with other things, I wish I didn’t have to wait nearly a day if the next chapter needs 5 stamina potions. 

Just a kiss? Impossible!

A long time ago I had a friend ask me what my favorite on-screen kiss was. Granted, I had just begun my studies as a film student at the time so I didn’t have the world to choose from. I remember she was stunned and confused when I told her undoubtedly “Freddie and Sam’s first kiss on iCarly” was my all time favorite on-screen kiss. Today, having been exposed to so much adult entertainment, I was surprised to find that when I thought about my answer to that same question, it hadn’t changed. I found myself asking…why? Surely I’ve seen better, certainly sexier, well-shot kisses in media, haven’t I? 


In the world of entertainment for preteens and teenagers, there is one subject that always seems to be brought up, one that is one that haunts us all the way to adulthood. That subject is love. It has captured us, befuddled us, and motivated us. We all remember our first kiss, our first love, and what that memory means to us can inform a lot about how we feel and look at life. Because of this fascination, television is always trying to tell the story of young love and new and creative ways. But what is love and how do these shows describe it? The first kiss, much like a first kiss in life, is what sets the trajectory of the show in motion. It feeds the drama, creates tension and confusion and, if done right, it can change the entire course of the relationship between two characters. While I have my problems with the television show iCarly, iKiss is without a doubt the best “first kiss” episode of any show I have ever watched in the genre. 

When I think of a kiss, I think of two people in love sharing an intimate moment together. It’s a confession, a statement, or perhaps simply an impulse. Normally, people don’t view a mutual kiss as being something platonic. After the episode premiered, people began wondering that very question. Can a kiss be platonic and if so, can it mean something? iKiss is, at its heart, a fascinating and intellectual idea. While most would use this to speculate romantic progression, I would argue that it is the platonic kiss that makes this episode stand out as (potentially) the best episode of the series. 

From the beginning, I think it’s important to point out that Freddie and Sam are always trying to one-up each other and that is one of the reasons why the dynamic is so potent. It’s this motivation to “win” that ends up inciting the incidents that occur in the episode and make it worth watching. The duality of “winning” vs. “losing” is a very prominent theme in this show, and nothing expresses it better here. What does it mean to lose? What is worth winning and when do you stop playing the game? These are questions I wished they fully addressed in this show and made a central theme (consciously) because I adore the concept. Freddie obviously enjoys the chase, whether he says so or not. He is satisfied when he walks in with that smirk on his face, knowing he did something wrong. Sam sees his prank (handcuffing her to Gibby) as a sign that the “game is afoot!” The competitive nature of the relationship between Sam and Freddie is always mutual, which is what makes it work. In the case of this episode, the push too far into their rivalry is what ultimately solidifies their friendship. After all “Mama plays to win.”  

The interesting thing about this episode is that, in hindsight, saying that you’ve never kissed anyone isn’t really that big of a deal. However, the sheer amount of weight that they put on the concept brings this episode up a few notches. There is a distinction between the pranks Sam has pulled on Freddie in the past, and embarrassing him in front of the entire world. What makes it so heavy shouldn’t have been the reaction of others, but Freddie’s reaction himself. I don’t think it would have been a bad idea to ignore the external effect altogether because in this episode it is highly unnecessary. The importance lies, and always has, in Freddie’s personal connection with dating and how he is internally effected by Sam’s actions. It is at this point where the realization comes on both sides. Sometimes the game isn’t worth playing. 

That aside, I think of the main plot, that is the only issue I really have with this episode. This is the first time we see Sam and Freddie interact away from Carly, away from their game. Never before have they sat together on the same plane of existence. They always  had this idea that they were too different to understand each other, that they had nothing in common. The bully and the nerd. However, the ending of this episode proves the opposite in a way that is supportive and understanding of the friendship between the two. The greater underlying context of the kiss, in my opinion, is not simply an apology to patch things up and leave it alone. Rather, it is proof that two people who seem completely different, can actually be exactly the same (or at least come from the same reality). This is important for kids to understand as they may encounter people who act differently and they may be turned off by that. 

I like how Sam offers Freddie food, something she holds very dear to her, and when he rejects it she throws it away as though to minimize its importance altogether. 

On a specific note, Sam’s true character is shown the moment that she agrees to disclose her own personal information for the world to hear to bring herself down to Freddie’s level. Does this mean that she conceded? Did she lose the game? It goes beyond “Sam did something wrong and feels bad” or even “Sam realizes how her actions affect people.” In this episode, Sam humbles herself in an act of love for someone she wants to see her as strong. This is important because Sam constantly goes out of her way to prove that she is stronger than Freddie in her own definition. She won’t cry around him, she asserts her physical dominance, because she doesn’t want to seem weak. In this episode, she exposes herself, something personal that she lied to her best friend about, for Freddie. An act of love. 

So when Disney or any other company talks about “True Love”, what does that mean? I think iKiss tells us exactly what it means. Just the confession enough would have been enough to prove the point, internally. However, there is something very important that we need to talk about before this examination is wrapped up. That would be, the kiss itself. 

The key word here is “awkward”…and I love it. 

“Just to get it over with” or not, the fact that both Freddie and Sam had the idea at the same time is enough to prove that they not only gave their first kiss to each other, but that they wanted to. This doesn’t have to be romantic to be significant. The episode establishes the importance of the “first kiss” to the extreme. It’s presented as this grand, wonderful experience that is irreplaceable. More often than not, it doesn’t turn out that way in real life. In the show, it’s long and awkward, with this looming silence after it’s over. The ideal of the first kiss is shattered in this episode and what remains is cold, hard reality. What we find, is that reality can be more beautiful than the ideal. Both Freddie and Sam were probably saving their first kiss for someone special and in the end, gave up that memory for the other. In actuality, that sacrifice made that moment more precious and important than many first kisses that a lot of people have. By denying the ideal, they accept truth. 

The action of a kiss is often overplayed. Here, it’s underplayed but the emphasis on the meaning of the kiss is what makes it so powerful. This is where iCarly truly shines and where I wish it would have gone more often. The act of love is more powerful than the words that are spoken. And in the end, when Freddie tells Sam “I hate you,” with a smile,  it is clear that things will never be the same. For the first time, Freddie and Sam aren’t afraid of each other. And while the moment may sit like an island away from the rest of their lives, it’s the one and only thing they have that is theirs. The game is still on, but the rules have changed. Suddenly, Carly isn’t the center of their friendship anymore. That moment is.

So when The Princess Bride claims that “Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure…” This is the first I think of. It was the first scene to ever truly impact my opinion on life, from the first show that ever caused me to question the subject of love in a unexpected and unusual way. 

Not bad for a dorky pre-teen television show. ;) 

Locks of Love

Based on this imagine

And this one



Some would say that it was a rash decision.

Indeed, a few seconds after you sliced the blade through your hair, you questioned whether it was the right thing to have done.

‘Of course it was,’ you told yourself. ‘Don’t second-guess yourself.’

You looked at the clump of hair you held in your hand. It was still matted with webbing from the run-in with the spiders. That had been part of the reason you’d snuck off to cut your hair. You were constantly getting things stuck in it, due to it’s length. Nearly every day, either Fili or Kili would point out a stray leaf or twig that had gotten snagged in your locks. You’d simply grown tired of the upkeep.

The other reason was that you were afraid your hair would get you into trouble on this journey. It seemed with every turn there was a new foe to fight. You worried that your long hair would merely serve as a handle for some villain to grab ahold of.

You knew you had made the right decision. You dropped the clump of hair into the tall weeds and then dared to take a look at your reflection in the river. It was quite a shock, but it didn’t look horrible. The ends were jagged but not too uneven. You raked your fingers through your hair– you were surprised at how quickly your fingers ran through it.

You could hear the company behind you, setting up camp for the night. You sheathed your blade and took a deep breath before turning and heading back to the group. You were able to sneak in past all of them, heading for your bag. You began to dig through it, pretending you were looking for a particular item. Slowly, you heard the noise die down behind you and you felt multiple pairs of eyes on your back. Your newly-exposed neck tingled with piercing stares. When it was finally silent, you took another breath and turned back towards the company.

All the dwarves were staring at you, some slack-jawed, some wide-eyed. You tried to think of something to say, but your throat was dry and your mind was blank. You noticed Fili shoot a look at his brother, who looked as though he’d seen a ghost.

“You cut your hair?” Balin said, breaking the tense silence.

“Yes,” you said, a bit more defensively than you wanted.

“Well,” Bilbo said, taking a step forward. “I think it looks fantastic.”

You smiled at the hobbit, silently thanking him.

“Now,” Bilbo said. “I think we should start a campfire. It’ll be dark soon enough.”

The company snapped to attention and began moving about again, preparing to make a fire and cook a small supper. You looked through the bustle of the company and made eye contact with Kili. There was something about his expression that concerned you.

When the food was cooked, you took your place in between Fili and Kili. During the journey, the three of you had been nearly inseparable. After all, they were the reason you were on the quest to begin with. You’d known the brothers your whole life, having grown up near them. As small children, you played together nearly every day. Your friendship grew as you did and you couldn’t remember a day when you didn’t see the two of them. You also felt that you owed it to them, as they had stuck by your side during your mother’s illness and the weeks following her death. They’d been by you during your biggest trial, and it seemed only reasonable that you be next to them during theirs.

“Your hair is interesting,” Fili said.

“Interesting in a bad way, or a good way?” you questioned.

The blonde dwarf laughed. “Good,” he said. “Once you get over the initial shock of it, it does suit you rather well.”

You smiled and turned to Kili, who had been uncharacteristically quiet. “What do you think, Kili?”

He didn’t meet your gaze. “Fine,” he said.

You could tell something was wrong, but didn’t want to bring it up in front of the company. You waited until everything had been cleaned up and the dwarves had scattered among the campsite before approaching him. “Kili, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” he replied, gruffer than usual. The tone stung a bit. Before you could say anything else, Kili walked off into the forest. You turned to his brother.

“Do you know what’s wrong?”

Fili puffed once on his pipe, looking as though he was deciding whether or not to tell you something. “I have my guesses,” he replied.

“And what are they?”

“I cannot say. Perhaps it would be best if you went to talk to him.”


“It is a conversation the two of you must have.”

You sighed and headed off after Kili. After a few minutes of wandering through the brush, you saw his back. He was sitting upon an overturned treetrunk, staring out at the river. You quietly approached and stood beside him. “May I join you?”

“I suppose,” Kili said, his tone a bit softer. You noticed his hand dip into his pocket in a hurry, as though hiding something from your sight.

You took a seat next to him. He did not look at you.

“Kili,” you said softly.

He finally turned to face you, his brown eyes piercing yours. Under the intensity of his gaze, you found you lost any word you had wanted to say.

“May I… may I touch your hair?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. You felt your heart race a bit as he slowly reached forward, his thick fingers running through your hair. You watched his face fall slightly when his fingers reached the ends of your hair. His fingers soon returned to your hair though, stroking one lock lovingly.

“Do you not like it?” you asked. For some reason, his answer mattered gravely to you.

“It’s not that,” he replied. “It looks beautiful, like always.”

‘Beautiful? Like always?’ you thought.

“It’s just that now… now it’s too short for me to braid.”

You felt all the air leave your lungs. Kili wanted to put a braid in your hair? But surely he didn’t really mean…

Kili dropped his hand and his gaze. “I’ve wanted to for quite a while, now,” he said, looking down at his lap. “Waiting for the perfect moment.” His hand went back into his pocket. “I spent a long while finding the perfect bead, too.” He held out his hand.

In the moonlight, you saw a small silver bead in his palm. You looked closer. Engraved in the bead was a flower, a daisy. Your favorite.

“Thorin says that the greatest treasure of our people lies beneath the mountain. But the only treasure I want is you.”

“Kili,” you said softly. You waited for him to turn to you, to face you. You gently ran a few fingers through your hair. “I think it may be long enough for you to put a small braid in.”

Kili’s face changed, lighting up ever so slightly. “You think?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

You smiled at him and nodded, encouraging him to try. Ever so slowly, he reached forward and took a lock of your hair in his fingers. You admired the concentration on his face as his thick fingers began to braid. You felt the slightest tremble in his hand.

He reached up to put the bead in and it slipped from his grasp. You laughed slightly as your hand darted out and caught the bead. You held it up to Kili, glinting in the moonlight.

“Sorry,” he said, taking the bead. He carefully attached it to the end of your new braid and sat back to admire his handiwork.

You reached up and gently stroked the braid. “You’re very good at this,” you said, honestly impressed with his skill.

“I may have practiced on Fili a few times,” Kili admitted.

You laughed out loud, imagining the two brothers seated in their home, Kili behind Fili, practicing on the long, blonde locks.

Kili took your hand in his. “I suppose we should head back to camp,” he said, standing and gently pulling you to your feet.

“Just a minute,” you said, leaning forward. You placed your lips on his, ecstatic when you felt him kiss you back with a surge of passion. As you broke the kiss, you looked at him. “I’ve wanted to do that for quite a while,” you said.

The dwarf smiled at you. The two of you made your way back to camp. When you came out of the treeline, the company all turned to stare at you, taking in the clasped hands, the smiles on your faces. The bead in your hair glinted in the firelight.

The company began to cheer, rushing over to you to wish you congratulations. Fili hugged his brother before turning to you. “I’ve always wanted a sister,” he said with a smile before wrapping his arms around you.

As the commotion died down, Thorin made his way over. You’d be lying if you said you were not a little intimidated by the dwarf who would be king. He looked down at you before turning his attention to Kili.

“Many congratulations,” he said, clapping his nephew on the shoulder.

“Thank you, uncle,” Kili said, slightly breathless.

“Welcome to the family,” Thorin said, turning his steely gaze on you. You noticed a bit of warmth behind it, signaling that he was slightly happy that you were to be related to him. Or that at the very least, he thought Kili had chosen well.

“Thank you, sir,” you said.

Thorin nodded once before turning back to the company. “Bed,” he barked. “We have much travelling in the morning and must rise early.”

The company began to spread out their bedrolls. You did your best to make yourself comfortable on the hard ground. You’d grown used to it the past few weeks, but you still had a slight longing for a real bed.

You felt movement next to you. Opening your eyes, you saw Kili laying next to you, a smile on his face. “What are you doing?” you whispered.

“Now that you’ve agreed to be mine, I don’t ever want to let you go,” he replied, reaching over to you. He pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. You snuggled into him, breathing in his scent as you rested your head on his chest.

You felt Kili’s fingers find your braid and stroke it lovingly. He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, dearest Kili.”

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"You can trust me." Legolas/Gimli. Go.

ah yess my fluffiest of otps always here to comfort me

please bear in mind that i am a fairly casual book fan and am quite liable to make continuity errors when writing lotr fic. also no accents on letters cause i’m way too lazy to use accents in tumblr fic


the last victory

Fourteen days have greatly changed Ithilien. Gone is the stench of death; the great Anduin smells now of fresh growing things and the little wooded isle is lit by many lanterns. A flock of noble Men and women have descended upon it like brightly plumaged birds, and their melodious voices fill the warm spring air. Gimli lies on soft grass, back against a tree, and listens to the rushing of the water. It is marvelous indeed, he thinks, that a Dwarf should feel so comfortable in such a place, so far from his home. Here he is, admiring the beauty of trees and grass like an Elf.

“Ho, Gimli,” a voice softly calls, as though summoned by his thoughts.

Legolas Greenleaf steps from the shadows. He is dressed more simply than Gimli had expected, in soft gray offset only by the green brooch at his throat, more an anonymous Elven scout than the princeling of the Green Wood. Then again, Gimli considers, he himself has elected to attend a formal occasion without wearing the braids and ornaments of the House of Durin for the first time since he left his father’s halls for Rivendell. Perhaps they are simply both relaxing, finally able to focus on enjoying the moment.

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please don’t be in love with someone else

prompt: “Princess Emma and Lieutenant Jones have been best friends their whole lives, but then the princess meets a new prince and thinks she’s in love but there’s something missing because she keeps comparing him to Killian”

word count: ~4900

rating: f for fluff monster and p for pining

an: for my girls odonorude, emma-swan-loves-killian-jones, and piratesails because you guys are the cutest cuties in the whole world <3

Princess Emma is a little more than curious about the aspect of love. She finds herself enamored with the idea, asking questions of her maids and reading all of the romance books the library has to offer.

She ends up gazing out at the ocean below as her tutor is trying to teach her something about the law of the land. But instead of listening, she’s wondering about it- love.

She’s never been in love.

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Wedding day (Requested)

*Y/N Pov*
Today is going to be the most beautiful day in my entire life. I was excited as hell and I’ve waited so long for this day to come. I woke up in the morning with Justin, my fiancé, by my side his arms wrapped around me. A smile flashed over my face and I decided to just lay there and enjoy the moment. Around ten minutes later I finally got up and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my hair before I got dressed. As I finally was ready I went downstairs and made some breakfast. I set the table and headed back to our sleeping room to wake Justin up. I softly kissed his lips until he opened his eyes and looked at me. He smiled immediately. “Good morning beautiful”, he whispered and stroked my cheek before leaning in for another kiss. “Good morning baby. Breakfast is ready”, I answered after the kiss and he told me that he’d get ready so he got up and I went back to the kitchen.

After we had breakfast Kendall came by to pick me up. I gave Justin a goodbye kiss and he told me that he was excited. “So am I.” I smiled at him and left with Kendall. We went to her house where Hailey already waited. I gave her a hug and then they immediately started doing my hair and my make up. I told them they should get a makeup artist but they wanted to do it all by theirselves so I let them. It took them around one and a half hour to finish but as soon as I looked in the mirror I saw that it was worth it. “Girls, you did a great job! I’m looking amazing”, I admitted full of joy and gave both of them a hug. “Thank you!” Kendall left the room and came back with my wedding dress. We choose it together and I really love it. They helped me to put it on and once again I looked at myself in the mirror. I really felt like a princess and I was sure that Justin would love it.

The time came when we had to head off to the church. In front of it they both have me a last hug before going in and taking their seats. My mother and my father who have waited for me came over. My mom looked so happy and so did my dad. She gave me a hug and almost started crying. “You look so beautiful, Y/N!”, she said and tried to calm herself. She went in because my father was the one passing me to Justin. “I love you my little princess”, he whispered giving me a kiss on my forehead. I smiled because I was so happy. “I love you, Daddy”, I replied.

The music started playing which was the sign for us to walk in. I linked arms with my Dad holding the bouquet in the other hand and then started walking in. Everyone stood up and all eyes laid on us but I just looked at Justin who was waiting for me at the altar. He smiled so bright as he saw me.

We finally got to him so my father gave him my hand. They hugged and then he took a seat next to my mother in the first row. “My beautiful bride”, he whispered in my ear what caused me smiling brightly.

We sat down and the vicar started to talk. “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered together here in the sign of God – and in the face of this company – to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore – is not by any – to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly – but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

He paused for a moment but then resumed.

“Marriage is the union of husband and wife in heart, body and mind. It is intended for their mutual joy – and for the help and comfort given on another in prosperity and adversity. But more importantly – it is a means through which a stable and loving environment may be attained.

Through marriage, Justin and Y/N make a commitment together to face their disappointments – embrace their dreams – realize their hopes – and accept each other’s failures. Justin and Y/N will promise one another to aspire to these ideals throughout their lives together – through mutual understanding – openness – and sensitivity to each other.

We are here today – before God – because marriage is one of His most sacred wishes – to witness the joining in marriage of Justin and Y/N. This occasion marks the celebration of love and commitment with which this man and this woman begin their life together. And now – through me – He joins you together in one of the holiest bonds. This is a beginning and a continuation of their growth as individuals. With mutual care, respect, responsibility and knowledge comes the affirmation of each one’s own life happiness, growth and freedom. With respect for individual boundaries comes the freedom to love unconditionally. Within the emotional safety of a loving relationship – the knowledge self-offered one another becomes the fertile soil for continued growth. With care and responsibility towards self and one another comes the potential for full and happy lives.

By gathering together all the wishes of happiness and our fondest hopes for Justin and Y/N from all present here, we assure them that our hearts are in tune with theirs. These moments are so meaningful to all of us, for “what greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined together – to strengthen each other in all labor – to minister to each other in all sorrow – to share with each other in all gladness.

This relationship stands for love, loyalty, honesty and trust, but most of all for friendship. Before they knew love, they were friends, and it was from this seed of friendship that is their destiny. Do not think that you can direct the course of love – for love, if it finds you worthy, shall direct you.

Marriage is an act of faith and a personal commitment as well as a moral and physical union between two people. Marriage has been described as the best and most important relationship that can exist between them. It is the construction of their love and trust into a single growing energy of spiritual life. It is amoral commitment that requires and deserves daily attention. Marriage should be a life long consecration of the ideal of loving kindness – backed with the will to make it last.”

Again he stopped because it was time for us to exchange our vows. We stood up and Justin started to talk. “Y/N, we know each other for so long now and I love you with all my heart. You’re the reason why I am smiling and happy. You’re making me a better person and therefore I’d like to thank you. I’m so proud to call you my girl and very soon my wife. My beautiful loving and caring wife.” I felt the tears filling my eyes but I tried not to let them out because I had to talk now. “Justin, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me and I want to thank you for helping me whenever I needed you, for supporting me whenever I was down and for just giving me your love because it’s the most valuable thing that I own.” I finished talking and I wasn’t the only one almost crying. My parents had tears in their eyes and Justin had tears rolling down his cheeks as well but I couldn’t hold them back, either. The vicar continued his speech and turned to Justin.

“Do you Justin Bieber take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife – to live together after God’s ordinance – in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon her your heart’s deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her as long as you both shall live?”, he asked and everybody now turned to Justin. “I will”, he answered looking at me with a smile on his face.

The vicar was now talking to me. “Do you Y/N Y/L/N take Justin Bieber to be your husband – to live together after God’s ordinance – in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon him your heart’s deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him as long as you both shall live?” I nodded and smiled while looking at my lovely future husband. “I will.”

“May I have the rings, please”, he asked and so
Justin’s little sister and his little brother came over to us holding the pad with the rings. They were sitting right next to Pattie, Jeremy and Erin in the first row and we were so happy to have them with us on our journey. We exchanged our rings and I had to admit that Justin really did a great job in picking them because they were the most beautiful and probably the most expensive rings on the planet. I would be happy with some cheap ones, too but they were just so awesome.

The vicar took the rings and continued. “As a token that you will faithfully perform these vows, you will now exchange rings.
The ring is an endless circle: a symbol of the covenant you are making here today.
As you place the ring on your fingers say:
<As I place this ring on your finger, I pledge myself to you. I am yours.>” He gave us the rings so Justin started placing the ring on my finger while saying this sentence. I did the same thing and then the moment has come when we finally could share a kiss as married couple. Everyone applauded and in this moment I was so happy. We slowly walked out of the church and waited for our sedan to come in front of it while everyone congratulated us.

We partied the entire evening but to be honest I was so happy to finally be home in the evening. I got undressed and laid down in my underwear because I was so tired. As soon as Justin was ready he came over so we cuddled. “I love you so much, Mrs. Bieber”, he mumbled smirking a bit before he gently kisses my lips. I rolled my eyes but anyways it was fucking cute. “I love you too my husband”, I responded. Smiling I continued our kiss for a while but we both were tired of this beautiful but strenuous day. “Good night, beautiful”, he whispered kissing my forehead before he closed his eyes. “Good night, baby.” I hid my face in his crook of the neck and thought once again about this amazing day before I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.

Wedding dress and wedding rings coming up

5 Years Later

I don’t know why, but tonight I’m missing you a lot more than I normally do. I hope you’re okay. And I admit I’ve been thinking of you for the whole day, wondering where you are, what you’re doing, how you’re bringing in the new year. I bet it’s with great people. People who make you laugh, who make you feel light and less anxious about the world. I bet they say things that keep you smiling, things that fill your heart with gentle air and make your body relax, and soften, like you’re floating on water, your back a table top on the ocean’s surface. I hope that when they say those things, they stop for a second to watch the way your mouth parts, to see the way your teeth take over your face, notice how your eyes look like they’re almost closed, the skin beside them wrinkling, your crows feet ever wild and profound.

In all the years we’ve known each other, I can’t remember a time ever telling you how much I loved the way your face contoured when you smiled. Boyish, and innocent, like a happy child. You’ve seemed to have kept some of that charm; it overruns your body, takes hold of your strides and makes me remember a time when everything between us was simple and okay. We could laugh with each other, be alright in each other’s presences. Now, though, it feels like the past is only an elephant in the room, a constant scar pulsing between us that bleeds without rest or heal. 

I’m sorry. I know how much you hate it when I bring up the past but I can’t help it. It’s me. And somedays the past seems to be the only faithful thing that still stands strong between us lately. Memories like gun shells scattered across the floor, reminding me, everyday, that we had each other and now it is like a cold, silent war between our lips. 

I miss the way it used to be. I admit it, baby; we weren’t perfect. We were young and naive and immature and we each shared our blame, our hands red with crime. But they were also stained with love, something we’d always said we weren’t sure we felt but come on, let’s be real; it was love. Quiet love. Loud love. Love that made our palms sweaty. Love that took our hearts for joy rides and used our chests as carnival grounds. Love that bit into our skin and left teeth marks, played our throats like flutes and made zoos out of our stomachs. The same love that gave us something that, despite how we felt, we just weren’t ready for. 

The past year has taught me that. That you can be in love with someone and just not be ready. Love is about timing, but it’s mostly about readiness. And I admit, it was my fault for being so demanding with you, with having all these creative expectations, wanting so much when you weren’t even whole enough to give it to me; when I wasn’t even whole enough to give it to you. We talked about so many things. We hoped. We dreamed. I still remember the car ride we were supposed to have our first day of college, the wedding, moving to London together, you an artist, me a writer. Things that never happened, or might, or will never. I see now, though, how it was necessary for us to end when we did. There are places we have to go, people we have to meet, things we have to do, the us’s we’re supposed to become. At the moment, we’re only shadows of who we’re meant to be, the lives we’re going to have like vast atlases spread out across our laps. 

It’s daunting, isn’t it? To think about the future, about what will happen, what our jobs will be, where we’ll call home, who we’ll crawl into bed next to at night, when the day has slowed down and all we want is someone to simply turn over and put their arm across our shoulders and tell us “I missed you today.” Honestly, I hope that we’re the people we see when we close our eyes and try to picture life. And if we’re not, then I hope the person who gets to call you theirs understands how special your are. How selfless you can be, how quiet and withdrawn you become when you’re upset about something or worried or anxious, how you pretend to be strong but really you’re sensitive inside and that you love with a quiet power. I hope they understand your need to be affectionate, to impress and to keep them happy because nothing makes you feel better than the smiling face of someone you love. I hope they understand how much family means to you, how you take friendships seriously and that you’re one of the most loyal people I have ever met. And I hope they understand that sometimes you can be a little hard on yourself and that when that happens, they’re by your side, showering you with words of love and encouragement because there’s no one like you and you are the greatest sweep of a sunrise they have ever had the pleasure of seeing.

I want you to know that I believe in you. That my fingers still haven’t forgotten the shape of your hand and or the way it feels when you tickle my palm. I still remember your mouth, how you held me that night in the movie theater, how we kissed for the first time in Mrs. N’s bathroom door. Mostly, I remember that night on your roof, when, like lost things, we’d found each other again and you held me and I held you and all was quiet and calm and right in the world. Somedays I wish we could go back to that night, that we could’ve had more nights like that one. But things happen for a reason and although it’s our broken human way not too understand, we have no choice but to accept certain things and move on. 

You were the first person who made me feel okay. No, wonderful. You made me feel wonderful and beautiful and you opened me up to a feeling that I’ve never shared with anyone else. You were so hard on yourself but I want you to know that you did just fine with me. You accepted me and you loved me, even the crippled, warped parts you couldn’t quite fit together or completely comprehend. You were like a splash of spring, a summer breeze that still whips by every now and then when I walk pass my window.

Who knows how things will be between us in the new year. Maybe they will be the same. Or maybe they will have changed and we’ll be able to stand next to each other in a room and smile and start anew, our bodies not weighed down by the memories. Who knows. All I know is that no matter how far we are from each other, I will think of you and still care. I will look out for you and reach across the towns or cities or continents if there’s ever a moment when you need me most. 

This is the truth. I have had you. I have touched you and kissed you and held you and sat next to you and laughed with you and cried in your arms and left a mark somewhere where you can put your finger and press down and still feel the soreness like a bruise that will never lose it’s color. 

This is the truth.  I have loved you and I love you. And I wish you all the best in 2016.  

Brother's Best Friend (Part 3)

Hi! Were at part 3 of this little story now. Thanks to everyone who reads, likes, and reblogs!! Love you all :) 


Part 1

Part 2


Best Friend’s Blog



“Did you tell him?” Ashton asks while hugging you.

“Yup, he has no idea.” You step back amd smile.

“Let’s get going then?” He grabs your hand and you nod, beginning the walk to his car.

The morning had went by extremely slow, and ever since last night with Luke, you felt like he was going to pop out at any moment and catch you two. Ashton opened the door for you and then shut it when you were inside.

“Where are we going?” You ask when he gets in the car.

“It’s a surprise!” He smiles excitedly before pulling out of his parking spot.

“That’s such a cheesy, annoying thing that guys say to girls constantly.” You tease.

“Well, I’m an annoying, cheesy person.” He says, turning to face you and scruching up his face.

“Greeeeat.” You mutter sarcastically, making him gasp in offense. You laugh and grab his hand that was resting on your leg.

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my response to tumblr user ben-c

DISCLAIMER: I am not posting this to hate on tumblr user ben-c. I simply disagree with much of her philosophy and want to respond to some points she’s made against Johnlock. Fair warning.

Her comments are in italics.

  •  But how can you POSSIBLY try to use “john only got married after sherlock left!!” as some sort of argument for johnlock when that’s a HUGE indicator of the manipulation and abuse in their dynamic? like…..if it takes someone completely and (supposedly) permanently leaving your life in order for you to develop a relationship with someone else, that’s not “cute,” that’s unhealthy as fuck

John had plenty of relationships with other people through the first two series of Sherlock, i.e., Sarah, Jeanette, etc. You’re assuming that his not getting married before Sherlock left had something to do with being “under Sherlock’s thumb” when in reality, who would he have even wanted to marry? Yes, John had casual relationships with women, so we know he was satisfied on a superficial/sexual level, but none of them were outstanding enough for him to consider a serious commitment. This is completely normal. Stop acting like Sherlock was some kind of abusive pimp who kept John from meaning relationships with people outside of himself. He didn’t.

As John said to his counselor after Sherlock faked his death, “My best friend is dead.”

This is huge. As someone with a best friend whom I love dearly, I would be shattered if I was in John’s place. This was not just an acquaintance or fairly good friend, this was a best friend, and best friends are different. They occupy a much larger residence in the heart and mind, and in John’s case, this was a best friend whom he had feelings for, and that takes an even longer time to recover from. John is a man mourning the loss of the person he had begun to fall in love with, not a man mourning the loss of his abuser. Sherlock’s death was not cathartic in any way. It did not free John. It caged him. Sherlock’s effect was positive, not negative, and it was his absence that reopened John’s wounds.

Then he meets Mary, and he’s so lonely and wrecked in the aftermath that he allows her to insert herself into his life, thinking that perhaps she will be his healing. But in the end, Mary lies about her identity as an assasin, shoots Sherlock, tries to get him to keep it a secret from John, is defensive and cold when John speaks to her (forgives her) at Christmas, and exacerbates all the old trust issues he carries. Now that’s unhealthy as fuck.

  • “why do you watch sherlock if you think john and sherlock’s friendship is abusive!!!!!!” well why do you watch hannibal if you dont believe will and hannibal have a beautiful perfectly healthy friendship. why do you watch orange is the new black if you don’t think piper and larry’s engagement was great. why do you watch supernatural if you dont think john winchester was a perfect loving father?

Obviously characters don’t have to have perfect relationships for them to be acceptable for public consumption. Dysfunction is entertaining, etc., etc. But there’s a substantial difference between watching two characters who don’t have the most wonderful relationship and watching two characters engage in emotional or physical abuse. I would put up with the former, but I would never waste time with the latter. I have no respect for relationships, fictional or otherwise, that are seriously harmful. That is, if they actually are harmful. Johnlock, as I have elucidated in this post, is no such relationship. I am a pigheadedly moral person and anyone who knows me in real life can attest to that. I detest abuse, manipulation, codependency, and the works, and I’m very good at spotting it, calling it out, and cutting it from my life. I am many things, but a hypocrite is not one of them. If the hate for Johnlock was authentic and founded in anything other than subtle (and not so subtle) homophobia, bitter complaining, and ignorance, I would agree. But it isn’t, therefore I don’t.

However, the issue here is that ben-c is saying she’s perfectly okay with spending time, money and thought on a show that, in her eyes, perpetuates abuse. This is problematic. Whether in reality something is or is not abusive, if you believe it is, why on earth would you continue watching and supporting it? Why not devote time to something more positive?

  • john only has canon relationships with women and has expressed no attraction to men and uses “im not gay” as an explanation for not being with a man so maybe hes not actually bisexual crazy huh?

One word: Jolto.

Remember what Mary said to Sherlock at the wedding while the two of them watched John and Major Sholto catch up? “Neither of us was the first, you know.”

Which is great, because she herself includes Sherlock in the scope of John’s previous romantic partners.

John totally had a crush on James Sholto and he totally had/has a crush on Sherlock. This is basically canon.

His constant claim of “I’m not gay,” does not mean “I am straight.” There is a middle ground—bisexuality—and no, I’m not abusing it for the sake of my ship. Plenty of closeted bi people have said “I’m not gay,” when confronted over the fact that they seem to have feelings for someone of the same gender. Because they’re not gay. But they’re not straight either. And for some people it’s much easier to play up their heterosexuality, especially in the largely homophobic climate we live in.

I myself am not gay, and don’t experience sexual attraction toward other women, but I do experience romantic attraction toward them on many occasions and when I was younger I would often bewilderedly think “but I’m not gay,” because I also had crushes on boys. Technically I wasn’t gay. I just didn’t understand romantic orientation at the time, nor did I know it was even a thing. John Watson may be in a similar boat. He may not have fully explored the option of being bisexual or biromantic. Or maybe he has, but isn’t comfortable coming out just yet.

But using “I’m not gay” as proof John isn’t bi is an extremely limited take on the subject and propagates the bisexual erasure so many of us dislike.

  • god that “john cant sleep peacefully without sherlock” post is hardcore buggin me because like john couldn’t sleep before sherlock, and it was because of his ptsd……the whole point of him not being able to sleep after the fall was that sherlock hardcore triggered his ptsd and set back his recovery…..idk why u tryna make that some romantic shit that’s unhealthy as fuck man

I agree with the fact that Sherlock’s death triggered John’s PTSD and ruined a great deal of the progress John had made, but on the other hand Sherlock gave John an incredible sense of normality, stability, friendship, and security during their time together at 221B and the loss of that was, I believe, equally traumatizing.

  • y’all romanticize the fact that when sherlock is deducing the jack the ripper he ~hears john’s voice~ but like to conveniently ignore the fact that john’s voice was telling him he was a show-off and criticizing him and insulting him so……..

Even if a voice in your head sounds like someone else’s, it isn’t. It is our own voice masquerading as theirs and our subconscious supplies the dialogue. What we truly think about ourselves is what we hear in our heads. John doesn’t loathe Sherlock; he’s simply hurt and shocked. Sherlock loathes Sherlock, and he’s quite raw over the fact that John hasn’t forgiven him. Raw and guilty and ashamed. In reality, we know John says things to Sherlock like, “Brilliant, fantastic, marvelous.” He’s extremely kind and complimentary. But because Sherlock is feeling so disgusted with himself, his psyche manipulates John’s voice into a critical, malignant one that taunts and disapproves. Sherlock is projecting his own self-hate onto his best friend.

  • johnlockers saying that sherlolly is a bad ship because it’s abusive is literally the most hilariously hypocritical thing on the planet and will never fail to make me laugh heartily

Who said it was abusive? The only reason I don’t ship it is because Molly will never be a priority to Sherlock over John—and I believe she deserves full priority in whatever relationship she lands in—that plus the fact that Moffat has stated Sherlock has no attraction to women, so…yeah. There is that.

  •  TJLCers can make a tag for hating on mary and wishing her dead but we cant have a tag for posting about why johnlock isnt canon because that’s too offensive……….ok

Remind me again who jumped into the fire to save John?

Mary Morstan, or, as we should more accurately address her, A.G.R.A., kills people for a living. Let that sink in. She kills people for a living. Would you be okay if your spouse turned out to be assassin? If so, I am concerned.

She’s a liar. She’s a killer for hire. She’s callous and blank and apathetic. She used John. She used Sherlock. She killed Sherlock. What brought him back? The thought of John being in danger.

What A.G.R.A. did is so beyond the realm of okay. It was horrific. It was abusive. It was done to two men who have already been psychologically traumatized. If you think Sherlock’s death triggered some major PTSD in John, well get ready, because this is going to be cataclysmically worse.

The argument that she shot Sherlock to save his life is nothing short of goddamn stupid. I can think of some better ways to save his life. For example, not shooting him.


As the popular text post said, Mary’s pressure point is Mary. She’s the definition of selfish and it appalls me that anyone would ignore this, but sit around whining about how Sherlock and John abuse each other. Like, get out of my face.  Sherlock made a vow to both John and his wife, and he kept it. He was there. Always. Just as he said he would be. He kept his vows; Mary did not.

I can’t believe there are people out there who want to debate this. I literally cannot believe it.

  • if johnlock not gameender, how come look at each other? Check mate!! #RealIsTJLC

Bruh. You complain about us mocking you but you turn around and do the same thing. Please stop being so infantile.

  • ok but like if your otp has abusive aspects and you don’t recognize them and/or refuse to admit them how can you possibly try degrading someone else’s ship, Christ

Yes, why don’t you ask yourself that, Miss Sheriarty-is-not-abusive-even-though-Jim-tried-to-kill-Sherlock’s-best-friend-and-ruin-Sherlock’s-reputation-and-make-him-feel-small-and-worthless? And yet you degrade Johnlock every day.

Again, don’t be a hypocrite. It’s extremely unbecoming.

  • tjlc is abusive and fetishized trash, plus johnlockers are already obsessed with taking everything for themselves, why can’t we take something back???

You seem upset.

anonymous asked:

i dont mean to sound rude, i love you to bits, youre a really ace person, but i cant quite comprehend how you can ship real, like physically, mentally concious people together... i just find it endlessly gross and repulsive that you can mentally force two people together - its just wrong and creepy to me :/

(sorry this is long/not under the cut - i just want people to read this and maybe give me their own opinions?? let’s talk about this. might as well also note that i got this ask aaages ago so apologises for repeating stuff i’ve said in previous posts in my tag)

Thanks for the kind words about me, I’m really flattered/glad to hear you see me that way!
But yeah, in all seriousness, I guess an explanation is needed as I don’t want anyone to assume things or just make wrong judgements when I say ‘I ship *insert irl ship name*’.

Of course, I totally understand where you are coming from because at first glance, seeing me focus a lot of my time/thoughts in two random irl people (and their relationship) can seem a little…odd… [even writing that sort of makes me concerned] but please, like don’t let your first glance be your last!

Allow me to explain to you in this unnecessarily long reply about phan (the ship name for Dan and Phil off YouTube) as this is the irl ship you probably see me talk about the most, and really take “seriously”. I’m pretty sure people who ship other irl people share these feelings too.

First and foremost, despite what I may say about phan in a romantic/sexual/whatever-something-that-isn’t-platonic context, I want both Dan and Phil to be happy in real life. Whether that is together as a couple, not together, with other people or with platonic relationships in their lives… whatever the outcome [whether they ever wish to share it or not - they are not obligated to and I respect that], I just hope they are happy

I may ship them and of course, as ridiculous/soppy as this may sound, it would literally bring me to tears if they actually were together - not because ‘oh my god!!! my ship is canon!!!!’ but just because what that would mean for gay people like me……….. but as they are real conscious people, physically, mentally, [do you think i don’t know this?] it is not about my happiness, hopes, dreams or fantasies.

It’s about them.

It’s about respecting them [and whatever relationship they’ve shared with us willingly so far (mostly platonic and possibly romantic/sexual in the early stages of their relationship in 2009).

and for that reason above, I try to refrain from:

  • mentioning phan directly to them irl/online (i.e. on twitter where they are most active)
  • tagging their usernames on heavily romantic/sexual phan-related posts as they supposedly check their tags regularly
  • bleeping out their names to limit the chances of them seeing me gush about phan
  • keep it to myself/in a private convo

unless they joke/talk about it themselves (which they’ve been doing a lot recently) bc i find them doing so opens a discussion for me(and others) to share my(and their) thoughts too. I talk about how I think they perceive all the shipping stuff nowadays here.

and, in relation to their relationship, it’s about empathising with them.

Whatever you want to call it, when you boil down the reasons why I ship them or how I can possibly ship them or what I gain from shipping them, it is because of empathy and/or relating to them.

I can feel this indescribable amount of happiness when I see them together - happy with each other. happy because of each other.

I can relate to that extremely so with the friendships/relationships I have[/have had/] personally, I can imagine what it is like to be either one or both of them and I can to some degree, for however long a video of theirs is, experience the happiness they experience in that moment too. Heck, seeing them have such chemistry makes me think - ‘maybe i could have that with someone [else] one day?!’

In addition to this and in regards to solely Dan and Phil, these are two people I have admired for the same 6 years that they’ve known each other for. I’ve seen them grow up (/mature) together happily despite any drama or disputes that may have happened between the two [off camera, i mean] or between us [the phandom] and them (i.e. the v-day video drama). 

The fact that I’m not the only one who feels this way is also wonderful as it means that Dan and Phil’s relationship has in a way sparked this entire world which runs on happiness.

And you know what the best part about all of it is, from a shipper’s or viewer’s perspective? I don’t have to ‘mentally force’ this to happen and I don’t have to force Dan and Phil to be this way [not that I would anyway, because, again, respect before wants] and neither does anyone else!

Their relationship is so natural and real.
That’s why I like it. It’s more than what a fictional couple could ever because it’s real life. You don’t have to write fanfiction or anything when it comes to the two of them because what they share with us is just them.

Of course, in regards to Dan and Phil again, at the beginning they did have to put in effort and time to actually meet in person, [and they also did have their struggles too of course] but once they started spending time together all their interactions is something they didn’t have to force or fake or anything. They are a perfect example of harmony in the form of a relationship - they have their differences and separately they are just as great but when put together it makes something that feels like it was meant to be that way. It was a random but at the same time natural occurrence of love [platonic or not] and seeing that makes me happy.

So tell me now, anon, is it really that ‘gross’ of me to enjoy the moments these two have together?

Is that really ‘disgusting’ and ‘repulsive’ to find joy, inspiration and beauty in what I’ve seen develop over all these years?

When it comes to the sexual side of shipping the two, I can understand how that can be ‘gross’ but hey, the way I see it it’s just sort of a way in which people project their own sexual interests on other things they have interests in. Some people may not necessarily be sexually attracted to Dan and Phil, but they are interested in sexual stuff and sexual stuff involving them, and expressing/venting their own sexual interests onto the ideas they have of them.

What needs to be understood is that these fantasies are…just that - a fantasy, an idea, a could be. Not a must or should be or a definite - and the phandom understands that (or at least I hope they do).

I hope that clears up a few things. This has been sitting in my drafts for a while so sorry if it’s a bit unorganised and I probably didn’t mention everything but tldr; please understand that when I say ‘I ship them’ and those people happen to be a real life pairing - it does not mean it [my fantasies of what their relationship could be] must happen or is happening.

Saying ‘I ship them’ simply means I enjoy/emphasise with what is presented to me - two people happy together - and I like the idea of applying other ways, not solely platonically, that happiness could be explored.

anonymous asked:

Honestly, tell me what is so superior to Captain Swan?

Are you the same Gremma anon from before? First off, I want to tell you that I don’t make a practice of telling people my ship is superior to theirs. In my personal opinion, CS is the best, but different ships appeal to different people for various reasons, and I’ve never felt any need to go up to someone and tell them their ship is inferior to mine.

That said, there are a whole bunch of reasons why, to me, Captain Swan is the most superior ship out there. I’ve written tons of fic and meta about all the individual details of why and giving you a complete overview would take more time than I have right now, but here are a few of the bullet points, in no particular order.

  • kindred spirits - their lives have been vastly different in some ways, but they’ve followed parallel stories and because of this they just get each other in a way no one else really can/has. It’s been pointed out in the dialogue multiple times: “you’re something of an open book”/”we understand each other”/”I know you better than you know yourself”. But there are a million other ways you can see it, just in their separate actions or their interactions. I’d start listing when but we’d be here all day.
  • they make each other their best selves - Since meeting Emma, Hook has given up on a life of revenge. Just by being herself she inspired him to want more, to finally become the hero he, as Lieutenant Killian Jones, so long ago wanted to be. It’s a little less obvious with Emma, especially since lately she hasn’t been her best self at all, but that’s because she’s holding herself back from Hook and all he represents. When she lets herself accept Hook’s help and presence by her side and all of it really, that’s when she’s at her most confident and strong. Not to mention that (I predict in the finale) he’s going to help her truly accept her place in Storybrooke with her family, meaning she will no longer be ruled by fear and will finally have her wish come true. You can also see how much better they are together by comparing when they’re separated or distancing themselves from each other (since feeling betrayed by Hook on the docks, for example, Emma has been her worst self; in the missing year he reverted for a while too).
  • he believes in her - as an Emma stan it means so much to me to see how much Killian believes in Emma. He’s always been impressed by her, right from the beginning, and he’s never once doubted or dismissed her abilities. He believes firmly in, not the Savior, but the woman Emma Swan. He reassures her when she doubts herself, he supports her, he trusts her and tells her how great she is. No one else has ever complimented Emma as much as he has, whether from a simple “hey, beautiful” to “I’ve yet to seen you fail”, and she NEEDS that. He also helps her accept her magic as part of who she is.
  • she trusts him - Emma’s trust issues have always been a huge part of her character, especially in relation to men. Which is no surprise, given her past, but it’s huge that despite meeting Hook as enemies, despite Neal’s return and everything it entailed, despite Walsh’s betrayal, Emma has still grown to trust Hook completely. We could argue about the last two episodes if you want, but I fully believe that under all the anger she still trusts him. Again I could go on but I really wanted to make this quick.
  • chemistry - a lot of people dismiss this as just being ‘sexiness’ or something, but that’s not what I’m talking about; the chemistry I mean is really important for a couple to have. Two horrifically ugly people can have the most amazing chemistry in the world, it’s all about how they react to each other and whether they have that ‘spark’. You see it in body language, you hear it in dialogue, but it’s not something you can manufacture so easily; you just have it or you don’t. And Emma and Hook most absolutely do. Every single one of their interactions is downright sizzling.
  • passion - this is more like the expected definition of chemistry. That kiss in Good Form could’ve set things on fire, and the sexual tension has been almost painful lately.
  • they’re a team - Emma and Hook work amazingly well together, as shown right off the bat by Tallahassee, and then more gradually throughout Neverland/after. They accept each other’s skills, they listen to each other’s ideas/expertise, they play off of each other’s strengths. They respect each other and they are equals. They’ve always approached one another as equals, there’s been no power imbalance there. In our world Hook’s at a disadvantage; in Neverland and FTL Emma is. He’ll let her lead him, and as we saw in Neverland with scenes like accepting his directions and such, she’ll let him lead her.
  • he wants to be a part of her family - Hook doesn’t just love Emma. He’s been cultivating a friendship with Charming since the beginning of 3A, and all through 3B we’ve gotten to see him falling in love with Henry. We get so many shots like that one of the hospital scene, with him looking in and desperately wanting to be a part of that family. He doesn’t want Emma in a vacuum; he loves her, and he loves her family, and he wants not only what is best for her but for them as well. He helped her reunite with Henry before, and this entire half of the season he’s been working so hard reunite Emma with her family and help her understand what we the audience have known for some time: that her place is with them. That this is where she’ll be truly happy. Emma and Henry talked in 3.12 about reasons for her to marry Walsh, one of them being that he wanted to be a part of her family. This is important to her, and Hook truly cares.
  • he always comes back - Hook is not like any of the other men in Emma’s life. He excels at surviving, and he always comes back to her. He’s crossed worlds to come back to her.
  • hope - they give each other hope, they give me hope. I really wish I could keep explaining why or continue to list off my favorite things about this pairing, but I really really do have to get going now. If you don’t ship CS, I’m not going to force it on you. But for me, it’s the ultimate pairing, it’s True Love (I haven’t even started in on all the million parallels and such in the show demonstrating how they’re TL), it’s my all-time OTP.
The Marriage Proposal. Part 3. (Luke Hemmings.)

Requested - Yes.

Prompt - You and Luke have some moments together that make him confused about Aleisha and his feelings for her. 

Warning - Out of the three of the parts, this is my least favorite.

Words - 911.


Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 4.


Back when you were a young kid at the age of nine, you and Luke always had sleepovers till the age of fifteen when Luke started dating Aleisha. It bothered her a lot so it had come to a complete stop right as soon as she claimed him. 

Tonight was the last night of the sleepovers you shared with Luke and you didn’t even know it. You were popping the popcorn in the microwave and started whistling the tune to one of your favorite songs. As the microwave started going off, two hands decided to pinch your waist making you flinch.

“Luke! Don’t do that to me! I could have gotten a heart attack.” You scolded him as he rolled his eyes at you.

“You’re being overdramatic (Y/N)! You’re a fifteen year old girl! You can’t have heart attacks yet!” Luke said acting as if he were the smartest human being in the world.

“Well who knows I could have a secret heart disease you didn’t know about. Have you seen She’s Dating The Gangster?” You questioned him. 

“No. What the fuck is that?” Luke asked in a confused manner. Honestly, that’s one of your favorite movies of all time. 

“It’s a Filipino movie that my mom’s friend made me watch in subtitles! It was such a good movie. But that’s besides the point Luke! She had a heart condition her boyfriend didn’t know about and he only made it worse by giving her so many emotions all at the same time!” You said that all in one breath and you quickly inhaled then exhaled. 

“That sounds like a stupid chick flick movie.” Of course he thought about it that way.

“At least the guy ended up liking her back.” Luke shrugged off your comment as if it were nothing.

But if he only knew.


A couple weeks after the incident at the boutique, you and Luke have only gotten closer as you were trying to cherish your friendship. You and him felt as if it were necessary considering the fact he was getting married soon. 

However, you and Luke have been getting a bit friendlier towards each other. The moments that you’ve almost kissed him were too much at this point. You felt bad for Aleisha because you know that if it weren’t for Luke’s loyalty and yours, she would of had to deal with a cheating boyfriend and a back stabbing best friend. 

It won’t ever happen, right?

Tonight you got permission from Aleisha asking if Luke can spend the night like in the past. She said it’s better than having a bunch of naked woman a bachelor’s party that Michael originally planned for Luke. 

You set up a bunch of snacks on the coffee table then decided to change into your pajamas. As you put on your shorts, you heard the doorbell ring. Rushing down the stairs, you saw Luke just barge in.

“Hey Luke! Come in!” You say sarcastically as he took his shoes off and heading towards the couch.

“Don’t be sassy (Y/N)!” Luke grabbed a piece of popcorn and threw it at you.

“Stop wasting food. Anyways, what should we watch tonight?” You asked him as you looked through your case of movies.

“Remember when we were fifteen and you were talking about that Filipino movie with the subtitles?” You nodded at him and then he continued talking.

“Can we watch that?” You raised your eyebrows at Luke.

“Why the sudden interest in that movie?” You wondered.

“No reason. Let’s just watch it.” He said it really fast which made you want to press on the issue further, but you shook off the weird feeling you had and popped the movie in to your movie system. 

You snuggled against Luke and watched the movie. 

Luke’s P.O.V.

I never noticed how beautiful by best friend was, but tonight really showcased it. The reason why I asked to watch it was because when I went to get Aleisha’s dress altered at the store, Mrs. Delos Reyes told me to watch it with (Y/N). 

She said it would really open my eyes to what I really want.

As I read the words slowly on the screen, I realized something. Did I really want to marry Aleisha? This kid Kenji in the movie decided to marry the girl he didn’t love anymore that he thought he did before, but he seems unhappy.

Yes he got a wonderful son, but the girl he was really in love with slipped through his fingers. 

The movie came to an end at some point and I looked at (Y/N) who had dried up tears in her eyes. I’m guessing she didn’t like the fact the main guy ended up with a different girl. 

“Are you okay?” I asked her as she looked at me searching for something in my eyes.

“Yeah. I don’t know. Right now I wish I can find a love like theirs. A great love.” As she said that, I knew what I should do. 

My great love isn’t Aleisha. It’s (Y/N). My best friend. The one that has been in front of me this whole time and I didn’t even know.

Without thinking about it, I kissed her.

So, I’m doing one last part after this one. Please request some new prompts for me to write after this story comes to an end and also if you want a happy or sad ending for Luke and you. 

By the way, you should watch She’s Dating The Gangster. It’s such a great movie. It’s in Filipino, but there are subtitles. I’ll give you the link if you ask.

Part four is up on the top. 


No Regrets Chapter 14 Sneak Peek:

Café Du Monde had been filled to the brim when they’d arrived just after ten o’clock.  The line moved quickly though, and soon enough they were seated outside the famous café enjoying their iced au laits and beignets.  They caught a few amused glances as Fitz, true to form, had moved Olivia’s chair to his side of the small table so they could sit next to each other.  He’d used the excuse that the place was loud and they’d be able to hear each other better.  His arm was slung loosely across the back of her chair as they talked.

“I wouldn’t‘ve minded spending a few more hours locked in our room” Fitz was saying as he absentmindedly stroked her arm. 

“I know” Olivia said teasingly.  “But I want to talk and it’s best that we do it in a public place surrounded by lots and lots of people.” 

“Okay, shoot” Fitz encouraged her.  “What do you want to know?”

Olivia shifted, not sure how to approach the question.  “Well, we’ve talked at length about our families and work and all that, but I never pried about your marriage because it wasn’t any of my business.”  She looked at him shyly.  “I guess I just wonder what happened.  You were married for fifteen years?”

“Almost sixteen” Fitz said helpfully.  He’d known this conversation would come, and he welcomed it, but he also sensed that it would be one of many they would have on the subject and wanted to broach it carefully.

Olivia could see that he was gathering his thoughts, so she dusted a bit of the mountain of powdered sugar off one of the still-warm pockets of fried dough and took a bite.  “Mmmm” she hummed appreciatively, licking stray sugar from her lips.  “Oh, Abby would love these!”

Fitz looked at her beautiful, shining eyes and smiled.  “Abby, the infamous baker?  I’m sure she could make her own” Fitz said thoughtfully. 

“She could” Olivia agreed.  “But I don’t think she’s made any since culinary school.  I think I know what her souvenir will be” she said with a suggestive waggle of her brows.

“Culinary school?”  Fitz frowned.  Didn’t she go to business school with you?”

“Mmhmm.  And when I continued to graduate school, she started at Le Cordon Bleu.  Then she abandoned me for two years cooking in places I was dying to visit while I slaved away eating garbage.”

Fitz chuckled.  He loved how easy it was to talk to her.  Her sense of humor and her tolerance for his teasing endeared her to him even more.  “But she’s been making it up to you.  Those pastries you ate during one of our chats looked amazing, almost too good to eat.”

“Canelés!  My favorite.  I’ve never had any as good as hers” she said with a smile.  “One day you can visit me and help me eat an entire box instead of me finishing them all myself.” 

The mention of Fitz visiting her in New York made his heart drop to his stomach and his expression turned somber.  Olivia felt it too and fell quiet.  Fitz cleared his throat to answer her question about his marriage.

“Mellie and I had known each other for years and had the same mutual friends” he began.  “She was ambitious and driven and those things impressed me about her.  She was always encouraging me, telling me I could be whatever I wanted to be.  When things got hairy between my demanding course load in grad school and my drunkard of a father, she was right there to support me.  When I didn’t have anyone else, she was there.” 

Fitz licked his lips, looking at Olivia to gauge her reaction to his words.  Her expression didn’t seem cautious or hesitant.  She was rapt, taking in everything he had to say.  So he continued.

“Neither of us knew exactly when our friendship became something—more.  I mean, we had been intimate a few times.  We’d become close friends and neither of us was seeing other people so it just happened naturally.  Falling in love seemed inevitable, and we did.  We got married while we were still in school.  When it became clear that I didn’t want to become a surgeon, it’s like something between us shifted.  I still don’t quite know what happened—“

Fitz looked at Olivia ruefully.  “She wouldn’t speak of it again after that, but I knew I’d disappointed her.  Talk of kids, hopes and dreams for the future–the kinds of things people in love talk about—stopped.  We still cared for each other as individuals, but the spark was snuffed out early on and we were both too proud to acknowledge it.”

“But all that time” Olivia said pensively. 

“Pride” Fitz said sadly.  “I felt that I owed something to her for being the only semblance of family I could remember.  I couldn’t humiliate her with a divorce after that.  When people started asking about kids, we’d blame our careers, timing, anything to placate them for a while.  Eventually, they stopped asking.  Two years before we divorced, during one of our worst fights, she finally admitted that she’d never wanted any.”

“Oh” Olivia’s brows rose.  “That had to be shocking for you.  I know how much you want kids.  Three, right?”  She remembered very well how many children he wanted from one of their many late-night conversations, but she saw the pain in his eyes and suddenly wanted to lighten the mood.

He smiled.  “My lucky number.”

The air between them grew heavy as they both fleetingly imagined a future together but neither was ready to voice it aloud.  It just wasn’t the time.

“So, by the time you met me” Olivia prodded gently.

“By the time I met you, I knew my marriage was over.  I thought everything was over quite frankly; my marriage, my career and any hope that all those years had been worth something.  It isn’t a reflection on Mellie.  We both made mistakes.  We should have been more cognizant of what we wanted before we made vows to each other.”

“But what did she want?” Olivia asked, curious.  “What does she do?”

“She’s a defense lawyer.  She wants to make it to the big time.  She idolized Gloria Allred, mostly famous for high-profile stuff like celebrities and really controversial cases.  But there isn’t much in the way of sensationalism in Seattle and she hasn’t had her big break.  I think she must feel a lot like I felt when I was trying to get this project off the ground, but she can’t see the similarities.”

“Do you speak to her?  Now that it’s been some months since the—since you parted ways, I mean” Olivia said cautiously.

“We spoke right after, back in January, for something—maybe closure.  Things were still pretty tense between us, so I let her know I was meeting with someone about my project and that it would be the end of the line for me.  She wished me the best, I reciprocated and we haven’t spoken since.”

“Wow” Olivia said, not sure what to make of what she’d just heard.  “You don’t think we’re jumping into anything too soon?  Maybe you need some time to—“

“I don’t need time, Olivia.”  Fitz looked at her face earnestly.  He could see her gaze wavering, the uncertainty creeping back into her eyes and he wouldn’t stand for it.  “I’ve taken so much time from someone else and so much time was taken from me.  It can’t be returned or exchanged.  I won’t waste anymore of it feeling regret or chasing after meaningless things.  I’ve forgiven myself.  I’ve opened myself up for whatever there is ahead and for me it’s you.  This project meant everything to me until I met you.”

“Do you mean–?” Olivia blushed, not wanting to bring up their hot and hasty union in Chicago but needing to know everything.

“Our encounter almost a year ago was the first step in finding my courage.  So in that way, yes, meeting you got the ball rolling.  And then after I discovered it was you I’d be working with, I couldn’t believe my luck!  There are coincidences and then there is fate” he smiled as his ears reddened. 

“I didn’t know you believed in such things, Doctor Grant” Olivia teased in wonder. 

Fitz’s brow cocked at her use of formality and his gaze burned into hers.  “I don’t think I did” he admitted.  “But then we met again and after that night in your hotel, suddenly the thing that had been consuming my life for so much time seemed almost inconsequential compared to you.  I thought about you all the time.”  His voice deepened, “I think about you all the time.”

Olivia’s breath caught in her throat.  Her lips, her entire mouth, felt dry.  She took a sip of her iced au lait.


She felt her face heat so quickly she was sure he could see it burning, and her eyes lowered.  “It’s all so overwhelming, isn’t it?  Sometimes I can’t even breathe.”

He didn’t care that they were seated under a crowded tent or that a few people had already been pretending not to stare at them for their different hues.  In that moment, he only worried about her.  He took her face in his hand to drive it home.  “It gets to me sometimes too, but it just lets me know that I have the capacity to care about someone in a way I’ve never felt before.  The only time I want is right here, right now.  Whatever you give me, for however long.”

Olivia looked at him, unshed tears in her beautiful eyes, and swallowed.  “Just—shut up and kiss me, okay?”

And he did.  Fitz bent to press his lips to hers, gently but firmly.  It only lasted a few seconds, but the seconds were theirs.  It felt like a promise; a promise that there would be infinitely more seconds to share because the time had been reset now that they’d bared all to each other. 

Unnoticed by either of them, Priestess Felicie was about to enter a building across the street when her surprised countenance fell on the couple.  A knowing smile graced her handsome face and she nodded once, seeming to bless the pair before walking into the restaurant.

In Sickness: “Imagine that Fili becomes King Under the Mountain, and you, being his consort, can see the gold sickness creeping up on him.”


A/N: I might’ve taken this a little further than what the imagine specifically states, but… I dunno. Not a happy ending though, so be warned. I’m just an awful person; that’s all I know.

Things had changed. Since the battle on the front steps of Erebor, since Thorin’s death in protection of his homeland, since Fili’s subsequent coronation, all had gone suddenly wrong. And it was not an easy change to realize, not at first. But as your Love’s duties as King found him surveying the reorganization of the treasure rather than the rebuilding the city, you turned to aiding the men of Laketown – now of Dale – in an attempt to occupy yourself, though even the close friendship you had formed with the Bowman, Bard, came not close to the company you missed. Perhaps, some part of you hoped for the day when love overcame duty once more, expected it to arrive.

You should have known better than to hope.

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