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You know that soulmate AU trope where the first thing your soulmate(s) says to you is some how magically engraved on your wrist? Why are those stories set in worlds that are otherwise socially normal?

I mean really. If everything was exactly the same except for this trope think of how many people would have hello written on their wrist. Think of how many people would meet the wrong person but hit it off anyway and think well this must be my soulmate(s) because we get along more or less. Think of how many people would get married and have a life and a dog and like start up some kind of artisanal meat market or something and then find out that they married the “wrong” person. Like, people wouldn’t be signing prenups, this is your soulmate it should last forever. So now you’re stuck in this crazy legal battle with your fake soulmate while your real soulmate is like trying to fend off people who also have hello on their wrist and think they’re making the wrong choice. Divorce lawyers would probably make it big in this hypothetical world.

But. I don’t think the above is actually all that likely when you consider that this would be a world where everyone knows that the first thing you say to your soulmate(s) is on your wrist. I think a whole world of this trope would basically teach people that you don’t say hello to strangers.

Instead you blurt out something very original. Last thursday I ate a live worm! I own a collection of glass eyes! I’m secretly a super villain and this is my android body! You know. Distinctive. Something that isn’t likely to be ambiguous.

Think of the possibilities. Think of a society that celebrates truly unique first words. People could see someone and spend hours agonizing over what ridiculous thing they want their first words to be. An unusual metaphor for your undying love? A declaration about how much you like snails? A compliment no one could have ever possibly said to them before? Your nose is a glorious rendition of the Summer Triangle. 

Kids would grow up being encouraged to say outlandish things. You wouldn’t be told to stop saying silly things. You would be told to make sure not to copy the silly things your friend said. Think of how careful parents would be about introducing very young children to new people. Kids that are too young might meet their soulmate and not realize it. They could miss their one chance because they were too busy fighting over a little mermaid eraser.

What about people who can’t read? What about people who are blind?

You wouldn’t say sorry if you bumped into someone on the street. You’d either stay silent or shout something oddball out first, I shove lilacs up my nose. and only then do you say sorry.

Imagine “speed meets”. Groups that organize meetups between complete strangers. You’re in a room with a hundred other people. Line up and start saying outrageous things. I am actually a hippopotamus. No? Okay next. I wish to own seven hundred thirty one and a half dalmatian mice. No? Alright. Next. One day I will travel to Europa in the fanciest of hats. And then the other person grins, Well captain it’s not naked if you’re wearing a hat. And damn they have been waiting years to say that line.

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Or, How Bucky Barnes Nearly Ruined His Tough-Guy Rep

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The trail mix was gone. 

The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone. 

Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning

All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free. 

And it was gone.

Clint was gonna shoot somebody.

Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.


kingofmemes posted:

yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend. 

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Only Thing That Matters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.324 (I just don’t know how to stop, lol)

Request: “ I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky and the reader been dating, but Nat refuses to believe he loves her and makes a move on Bucky, the reader sees, but runs away before she sees Bucky pushing Nat off, the reader then leaves the tower with a note for Bucky telling him, but Bucky using his skills tracks her down, with lots of fluff at the end where he explains and tell reader how much he loves her.”

Warnings: The Avengers are a bunch of mean girls, just saying. Also I think I should mention it here, Nat is not nice in this one. Angst, fluff. 

A/N: This request was by the darling @melconnor2007 I hope I did you request justice. I freaking loved writing this one and it could’ve been muuch longer. Haha. Hope you love it, darling! 


Being part of the Avengers wasn’t always as glorious as people made it out to be. They were an established group, new members often chosen by themselves and outsiders weren’t as welcome as one might think they would be.

Nick Fury had chosen you for the Avengers. Being a former M16 agent, Fury had thought you to be a great addition to the Avengers and you had been ecstatic when he had come to you with the offer. You hadn’t even hesitated with saying yes and within a week you had moved into the Avengers facility and joined the team on missions.

Your dream of being an Avenger was quickly tarnished as you learned that you didn’t fit the team at all. It wasn’t that you couldn’t do your job properly, that you did, better than most of the team members, but there was just something that didn’t work out.

You weren’t always invited when the team went out, you weren’t always informed of all missions and more often than not, you found yourself feeling like a third wheel to the entire group.

It wasn’t that the team wasn’t nice, they were, you could speak to a lot of them, but they seemed more like acquaintances than friends and it made you feel left out. You knew they had been through a lot as a group, but it could often also seem like you were back in high school and you couldn’t sit with the popular kids no matter how hard you tried to impress them. So truth was, you had stopped trying.

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anonymous asked:

Foursome with Jeonghan, Seungchol and Jun, thank you <3 *I don't think I'll be able to read that, I mean, I want to, of course, but 3 dominants at once...oh my gosh, I'll love you forever if you will write it!*

so… I feel like this might be my smuttiest smut yet (altho it’s nothing compared to some other people’s glorious ones) and I hope you all like it! I had plenty of fun writing this, so thank you for requesting 💕

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‘I have a party on Friday night, would love it if you came. xxx Jun’

You had stared at the message a lot after you had gotten it on Tuesday of that week, despite having already answered it. Even though you and Jun were in a relationship highly based on the physical side - in fact it really was more of a physical relationship above anything else - and you had gone to his parties before, there was something that made you squint your eyes a little.

Normally he’d just ask you if you wanted to go to his party - this time he had said he’d love it if you went. Small details, but they caught your attention nevertheless.

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If you had to choose your oath...

Which one would you be comfortable swearing if you were going to become a paladin? The Oath of Devotion, The Oath of the Ancients, or The Oath of Vengeance? There are other official and homebrew oaths, but these are the core three.

Devotion

-Honesty. Don’t lie or cheat. Let your word be your promise.

-Courage. Never fear to act, though caution is wise.

-Compassion. Aid others, protect the weak, and punish those who threaten them. Show mercy to your foes, but temper it with wisdom.

-Honor. Treat others with fairness, and let your honorable deeds be an example to them. Do as much good as possible while causing the least amount of harm.

-Duty. Be responsible for your actions and their consequences, protect those entrusted to your care, and obey those who have just authority over you.

The Ancients

-Kindle the Light. Through your acts of mercy, kindness, and forgiveness, kindle the light of hope in the world, beating back despair.

-Shelter the Light. Where there is good, beauty, love, and laughter in the world, stand against the wickedness that would swallow it.

-Where life flourishes, stand against the forces that would render it barren.

-Preserve Your Own Light. Delight in song and laughter, in beauty and art.

-If you allow the light to die in your own heart, you can’t preserve it in the world.

-Be the Light. Be a glorious beacon for all who live in despair.

-Let the light of your joy and courage shine forth in all your deeds.

Vengeance

-Fight the Greater Evil. Faced with a choice of fighting my sworn foes or combating a lesser evil.

-I choose the greater evil.

-No Mercy for the Wicked. Ordinary foes might win my mercy, but my sworn enemies do not.

-By Any Means Necessary. My qualms can’t get in the way of exterminating my foes.

-Restitution. If my foes wreak ruin on the world, it is because I failed to stop them. I must help those harmed by their misdeeds.

If you had to pick just one of these three, which would you swear by, and why? If there is another Oath you’d rather swear, which one and why? Ignore all the fantastic reasons, and just focus on the philosophy: which oath could you live with upholding for the rest of you life? Or just put your answer in the tags if you’re not in the mood to wax philosophical.

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Day #123: All of Me

“When I first came here, I didn’t think I would stay. I was ambitious, power-hungry, and mean, and I did a lot of things I’m not proud of. A few good friends showed me the error of my ways, but it was you, Twilight, who taught me the most important lesson of all. I don’t need to be any of those things, ever again, because with you by my side I can do absolutely anything. You keep me grounded, you keep me safe, and you make me happier than I have been in my entire life. I vow to love and care for you, Twilight, and I will follow you to the ends of the earth, and far, far beyond.

But I vow to do it, even when it isn’t easy. I vow to be with you through the tough times and the rough patches. And even though things might not always be smooth sailing, I vow to work through all our problems together. I also promise to pour the milk for your cereal for you and try to help you when you’re doing one of your nightly planning sessions, even if you say you don’t want me, because I vow to understand you, even if we might be worlds apart. And while I can vow and promise a lot of things, there’s one thing I swear I’ll always be.

Twilight Sparkle, even if we’re married, I vow to always be your friend.”

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“I knew there was something magic about you the first time we met, Sunset, but it took me a while to figure out exactly what it was. You took a shy, nervous girl who talked to her dog and made me who I am today: the happiest girl in this or any world. Without you around I don’t think I would even recognise myself anymore. You’ve saved me, Sunset, from the walls I built around myself, from a cruel and malevolent, world, and from my own demons. I sleep soundly, now, knowing that you’re right next to me and that I’m going to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. You’re beautiful, strong, and I love you more than words can ever express.

I vow to give my heart to you, because I’m certain you’ll keep it safe. I vow to let you handle some of my spreadsheets when needed and give you the cold side of the pillow. Well, sometimes. No matter what might happen, what crazy things we might argue with, I vow to be by your side and stand with you, not against you. I vow to give you the kindness you’ve shown me for so long. And while all those might just be words for now, I vow to make them true with my actions. I vow to love you, and I vow to be your friend till the end.”

[Vows written by the glorious @bestshipisfriendship & @deathscar. I’m not good at the sappy stuff, thanks guys!]

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anonymous asked:

So Peggy starts the best bar fights? Elaborate, please.

oh man, those were the good old days. 

the howlies got in a lot of bar fights. you might think that the last thing a bunch of soldiers would want to do with their free time is fight people, but actually bar fights were a great stress relief. nobody really got seriously injured, and we tried to keep property damage to a minimum.  (and we also almost never started bar fights, for the record. most of the time it was guys from another unit who wanted to prove how badass they were by taking on the infamous howling commandos.) so bar fights themselves weren’t that unusual.

but peggy’s bar fights…oh, they were glorious. 

see, peggy never got in a fight for no reason; she was smarter than that. but when she did fight, it was truly beautiful. ive never seen a better right cross, before or since.

so one time we were on leave, sipping drinks in this english pub. the howlies were at the back table, enjoying a couple pitchers, while peggy was up at the bar, chatting with the barmaid. many of the bars and pubs back then had female bartenders–filling the gaps with the men off at war. and generally barmaids (which was what a female bartender was called back then) were the sort of girl pegs got along with–sensible, dependable, and not willing to take shit from any man. so she often enjoyed commiserating with the barmaids while we drank. she used to say she had to be free of us ‘charming gentlemen’ before she wound up blowing things up as erratically as we did. which was hurtful. our explosions were very intentional.
mostly.

so peggy got to chat about the best ways to hurl drunken idiots out doors and we got to ply steve with alcohol to see how much booze it would take to make him drunk. (tragically, we never found out.)

on this particular occasion, peggy was sitting at the bar when this mountain of a man came in. and i mean huge. thor-sized. like the hulk’s pinker younger brother. and with him came a dozen or so of his closest friends, all locals. (they may also have been poorly disguised orcs. im not sure, but i wouldn’t discount it as a possibility after seeing all the nonsense ive seen) the group of them made their way up to the bar, wedged their way in, and started harassing the barmaid. 

now, i don’t know what they said. peggy refused to repeat it. all i know is that one of the larger idiots said something stupid, laughed, and reached out to grope the barmaid. his hand made it about six inches from her chest when peggy’s fist broke his nose. he hit the floor like a tree falling, and the bar went quiet for a split second before one exceptionally suicidal idiot lunged at peggy.

everything went crazy. there were a good few dozen of us 107th guys in the bar, and all of us knew and adored pegs, so when the mountain-men went after her, every fine man of the 107th went after them. but it turned out that the locals defended their own, and we were pretty evenly matched for numbers. within seconds, everyone was throwing punches. bottles were thrown. dernier used a tablecloth to blind a man and threw him out a window. dumdum used one guy’s fists to hit another guy. i hurled bottlecaps at people’s eyeballs, because it’s fun.(im a sniper. we like distance) steve tried to wade through the chaos to get to peggy, but people kept punching him and then clutching their hands in agony, so he got kind of bogged down. 

at the bar, peggy was demonstrating exactly why she was the 107th’s darling–because she could put a grown man twice her size on the ground in two seconds flat. she knocked out six men; seven more promptly fell in love with her. 

as the chaos began to wind down, most of the locals had either been beaten down or fled, and only the mini-hulk and a couple others were left, brawling like berserkers. we were just about ready to turn steve loose on them when the barmaid handed peggy a stool. peggy took it, walked up behind where most of us howlies were still duking it out, and broke the stool over the big guy’s head. 

he went down hard. the rest of them surrendered out of terror. 

(and, possibly, they had also fallen prey to abruptly-in-love-with-peggy-carter syndrome. but really, who wasn’t?)

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13. TRIVIA. GIVE ME ALL THE TRIVIA. please. :)

Ooh! Let’s see, here are some of my favourite bits of classical trivia (I know no other trivia). I should warn you that my idea of amusing trivia is quite… esoteric :’) (A couple of these are a little gruesome)

  • Ancient Greek had a pitch accent (i.e. the pitch of the syllable went up or down depending on the accent). This mattered, because once during a performance of a tragedy, an actor got the pitch accent wrong and said ‘weasel’ instead of ‘calm sea’ and we are still laughing about it 2000 years later
  • Once during a battle between Argos and Sparta, the Argive generals told their troops to do whatever the Spartan herald shouted. The Spartan generals figured this out and ordered their troops to attack when the herald shouted ‘have breakfast’
  • The tyrant Polycrates of Samos was so lucky in everything that he did that his friend Amasis, king of Egypt, advised him to get rid of the thing he valued the most. This was a golden and emerald ring (?????). Polycrates threw it into the sea. Soon afterwards, it turned up in the belly of a fish that a fisherman had caught and presented to Polycrates. Amasis said, ‘That’s it, you’re too lucky, I’m cutting off our friendship before the gods screw you over.’
  • The tyrant Peisistratos of Athens married an aristocratic girl in order to form an alliance with her family, but he thought the family was cursed, so he would only have sex with her ‘not in the customary way’ and I still do not know what this means because my Greek history tutor was the most awkward person ever and would not tell me
  • An Ancient Greek word for ‘extravagant dandy’ was ‘someone who is obsessed with fish’
  • The Greeks described the sea as ‘wine-dark’
  • Socrates didn’t wash 
  • Hippocleides doesn’t care
  • The great Greek general Pericles was mocked because he allegedly allowed his mistress to boss him around in bed
  • It is 100% true that Plato published a serious piece of work criticising Aeschylus for making Achilles top and Patroclus bottom
  • This is the what the Greeks came up with to explain intersex people: Hermaphroditus, son of Hermes & Aphrodite, was born a boy but attracted the attentions of a rather obsessive girl who tried to force herself on him. Fortunately for her, they were in a magic spring and she prayed to be joined to him always, so they were joined together in one body that was part male and part female
  • In Cyprus, the goddess Aphrodite was represented with both male and female sex organs
  • Alexander the Great used to get foreign kings to line up their favourite prostitutes and then he would make a big show of walking along the line and acting disinterested
  • Allegedly, Alexander met the cynic philosopher Diogenes and asked if there was anything he could do for him. Diogenes said, ‘Get out of my sunlight.’ Alexander said, ‘If I were not Alexander, I would wish to be Diogenes,’ and Diogenes replied, ‘If I were not Diogenes, I would also wish to be Diogenes.’
  • The Roman playwright Terence, considered by later writers to be the best example of ‘pure literary Latin’, might have been an African immigrant and is widely thought to have been a slave
  • Julius Caesar annoyed the populace of Rome because he used to answer his mail during the races
  • Cicero was told to change his name because it meant ‘chickpea’ and he responded that he would make it the most glorious name in Rome
  • It is 99.9% likely that it is actually the case that Cicero was not let in on the assassination of Caesar because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut
  • Caesar once said, ‘I know I am the most hated man in Rome, because Cicero hates me, and God knows Cicero is easy to please’
  • Cicero and his brother Quintus seemingly spent an alarming amount of time chasing Cicero’s secretary around, asking for kisses
  • The poet Vergil (Vergilius), for sadly modern-esque reasons, was nicknamed ‘Parthenias’ (which renders itself quite nicely as something like ‘Virginia’)
  • Augustus nagged all his poet friends to write an epic about him, and when Vergil said he would do it, Propertius published a poem saying ‘THANK THE GODS: someone else is doing it - and it’s pretty good btw you should read it when it comes out’
  • The poet Ovid was exiled for a ‘poem and a mistake’ and we STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS
  • The emperor Augustus was teetotal and lame in one leg
  • As part of his propaganda against Augustus, Mark Antony claimed that Augustus singed off his leg hair
  • Augustus responded that Mark Antony was a drunken hooligan. Antony wrote a pamphlet defending himself, entitled ‘On the subject of my drunkenness’. To me this is one of the greatest losses of antiquity
  • The emperor Tiberius was obsessed with pears and cucumbers
  • The emperor Claudius allegedly ordered for his third wife to be executed, then got so drunk that he had to ask why she was not at dinner
  • Claudius had a son who died when he threw a pear core in the air, tried to catch it in his mouth and choked
  • Augustus complained that Tiberius used words in their strict etymological sense (or used literal equivalents of phrases that were used in a non-etymological sense), and the emperor Hadrian, when reading about this, commented, ‘It sounds like Augustus was not very well educated if he chose his words according to their usage and not their etymology.’
  • The emperor Galba is the only Roman male who is explicitly said to have had a sexual preference for adult males (i.e. of his own age) and not boys
  • Hadrian and his wife went travelling with Hadrian’s lover Antinous and an aristocratic woman named Julia Balbilla. At a tourist site in Egypt, Julia Balbilla carved a poem in the style of Sappho on a famous statue. One of my history professors said that this suggests Hadrian’s wife was a lesbian and they covered for each other
  • The historian Tacitus was a keen hunter. His friend Pliny went hunting one day and sent him a letter, ‘You won’t believe it, Tacitus, I went hunting, and I enjoyed it! I took all my books and I sat in the shade by the nets and it was so peaceful, I got so much done. You should try it!’

Now that I’ve had a few hours to really collect myself…

As long as I am a hockey fan, I will never forget this year’s Predators. Starting from when I sobbed at work when we traded Shea for PK and was told to go home because I was scaring the children with my tears, this season was a whirlwind. Getting over the sadness of losing our captain, and embracing the elation that came shortly after when I realized the amazing player (and person) we were getting in PK. Watching videos of PK coming to town and just fully embracing what this city embodies. Seeing Fish get the C. Attending the first game of the season when PK scored the first goal, and we beat the Blackhawks. When I realized this team was something so special.

I’ll never forget the crazy/weird/amazing things that happened. Our amazing November, and our tragic December. When Matt Irwin was the talk of the town for scoring like every game. When everyone realized that Juuse is going to be a superstar in this league one day. When the boys won the Mario plush at Dave and Busters and he became our mascot. Freaking out over Fil not scoring for a long time. Rejoicing when Fil finally started scoring again. Arvy having a 30 goal season. Monster block.

Watching this team barely squeeze into the playoffs. Seeing every analyst say we would lose to Chicago in the first round. Sweeping the Hawks. Crushing the Blues. Beating the Ducks. The heartbreak that was the Finals. Watching player after player falling victim to injury. 

All of the anthems. All of the rally towels. All of the #Glorious. All of the catfish.

I love these 16-17 Nashville Predators with all of my being. What a hell of a season. 

We’ll be back for you next year, Stanley.

Oh Captain! // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, Nat x Bucky (WinterWidow)
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut, ‘Captain’ kink. This is a bit of a slow burn. I’m not sorry. 

Summary: How is Steve supposed to resist you when you call him Captain like that? How is anyone supposed to resist those god-forsakenly beautiful thighs? Naturally you both have to fuck it out; your only choice really. WinterWidow makes a brief appearance. Bonus: Tony Stark’s seal of approval.

A/N: Idk why my fics keep starting in the gym, maybe it’s a sneaky way of telling myself I need to work out more. Lmao, ignore me. I’m so sorry. This was supposed to me a short 500 or so word one shot but I’m a goddamn wordy ass ho with no self-control and a shitty understanding of the word ‘short’. Happy New Year everyone 

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Baron Corbin x Reader

Originally posted by sassabarry

“I know baby, yeah… I get that..” Baron was on his phone talking to his girlfriend of 4months, “Please, don’t be upset… I know, I know. Ok, well I’m on my way then!” the last sentece made you crease you eyebrow.

“What’s up this time?” you asked annoyed when Baron hung up.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I have to cancel our plans.” he nonchalantly informed you.

“What? Why? We talked about this for months now! Did you now how much I spent on the tickets?”

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Discovery: The Six Missing Weeks/ Chapter (1/6): The Size of the Wave

Description: After the Snow Queen is defeated and Gold banishment, Emma and Killian spend six glorious, uninterrupted weeks together, exploring each other and deepening their connection (in and out of the bedroom). (Set between the end of 4A and the beginning of 4B)

Rating: E (duh) 

Word Count: ~3.1K 

Author’s Note: It’s like 11 days late, but it’s finally here. Happy (Super Freaking Belated) Birthday, Heather, aka @fergus80! You are such an incredible writer, and an even more amazing friend. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. You already know what’s coming, but apparently my beta wanted more, so this will end up being a 6-part series, ya’ll. You can fully blame @shipsxahoy for that one. Also, thank you to @spartanguard for also taking a gander at this. 

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How was it that their first date happened just a week ago? It seemed like a lifetime had passed. Well, between battling an evil Snow Queen AND rescuing Killian’s heart from Gold, the days just seem to blend together. Emma didn’t recall taking a single calming breath until the moment Belle told her that she banished Gold over the town line using his dagger. She didn’t say it in so many words, but she was proud of Belle for standing up for her self-worth.

Emma walked towards her office in the sheriff’s office the morning after with a smile on her face and her head held high because for the moment, nothing was terrorizing her town. But, before she could get to the door, her father called out to her.

“There’s a note on your desk. Mail guy was by earlier.”

“Thanks.” She just assumed it was a bill that was due, so she slowly made her way behind her desk. When she noticed the flowy script on the front of the envelope that simply read, “Swan,” she knew who it was from immediately. She opened the wax-sealed envelope and sat down gradually in her chair to read.

It has been but a week since our first official date, and while there might have been many distractions between then and now, I can honestly say it was one of the most wonderful nights of my life (and I have had many).

And now, that we seemingly have a quiet moment, I would like to ask you one more time: Will you go out with me again?

Leave your response with Granny. I will be by before sundown.

I await your answer, Emma.

Yours,

KJ

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I am an avid Destiel shipper, and I love your meta (Destiel and otherwise)! I am glad that supernatural has reached the point where they can have queer characters that don't die (what happened to Charlie still pisses me off though). However, as obvious as Dean and Cas' love and possible future relationship is to me, it's not so obvious to others, and I sincerely doubt that they'll ever do anything about it. If something happens in Season 13, what do you think they'd do? Thanks! <3

Hello my lovely!

Thank you so much, I’m very happy to read you’re enjoying my meta! (makes my heart go an extra big thump-thump!)

And I do apologise for this reply taking forever. I get inspired and feel I want to write a long response and then I know it’ll take half a day so then I postpone and I shouldn’t and, again, my apologies. 

I love this question and have been pondering it since I got it - as well as working my way through some meta posts which I suppose goes someways to telling you what I think they might do. But let me focus my thoughts.

Firstly, I understand that doubt is there, because there have been so many times over the years when they’ve suddenly pulled back on the Destiel of it all.

Dean and Cas have been separated by:

  • Delusions of grandeur (Cas in cahoots with Crowley, to then believe he’s God)
  • Death (Cas returning the souls to Hell, releasing the Leviathan)
  • Mental illness (Cas healing Sam)
  • A need for redemption (Cas choosing Purgatory)
  • Gadreel (human!Cas and Dean could not get cosy in S9)
  • Self-sacrifice (Cas saying yes to Lucifer)
  • Self-defence (neither thinking the other loves them for all of S12, Dean acting defensive as fuck, shutting Cas out because he wants to let him in so bad it hurts)
  • MISCOMMUNICATION (a big theme throughout their courtship)

So, here’s what I think S12 has built towards - open communication.

This doesn’t just go for Dean and Cas, though. It goes for all three of Team Free Will, because I feel TFW has been slowly moving towards assembly for all of S12, and I want them together, working together, planning together in S13.

If Cas wakes up human - either in that sunrise that seems to be promising to peak over the mountains by that lake where he died (which would be glorious, but which I doubt, simply because it’s too soon for him to come back given the magnitude of the REBIRTH that seems unavoidable here), or when crawling out of his grave after the brothers bury him - human!Cas will facilitate the Destiel story line becoming integrated into the surface narrative of the show.

To me this feels the most logical, but please know that I might be so so wrong.

Why does it feel logical?

Because the surface viewers (or the casual viewers), as you say, do not see the romantic love between Dean and Cas.

So what to do?

They will need to build the romance up from scratch to make it believable to the casual viewer. 

How to do that then?

Well, how about we position all three of our main characters on a threshold, where all of their arcs have come to a peak and is ready to move into a new beginning for each of them.

  • Sam will Lead and MoL
  • Dean will tear down more walls while letting Sam Lead and MoL
  • Cas will be reborn, with all that this rebirth will entail

Thresholds.

New Beginnings.

The writers can opt to move into S13 with all they have set up in S12 - all that chaos and calamity that will work as a pressure wave of deepened threat and uncertainty in S13 - and anchor us in the new leaf each of our main characters are turning. It will make the season feel fresh and interesting. 

Either way, though, whatever happens, I know they’ll make it so damn awesome I can’t wait to see what they have planned for us!

To my mind, human!Cas would feel like Cas, but there were always things Castiel couldn’t partake of fully, that human!Cas can: food, drink, breathing the air, wanting to be alive, learning what that want means, falling properly in love, feeling longing, and misery, and longing for Dean, and carrying that overwhelming fear over from Castiel’s heart, that his love isn’t reciprocated.

Castiel has felt frustration. He’s felt sadness. He’s felt hopelessness. But he hasn’t been able to deal with these emotions because “It’s all so confusing” as he says in S11 after finding Dean’s porn on Dean’s laptop. (exclusively of women, of course) All of it’s always been so confusing to Cas. He feels so many things, but he can’t quite make heads or tails of his feelings. 

So this is something the writers would tackle, humanising him, grounding our beloved angel so that he can finally make the choice of where he wants to belong, not where he thinks he should belong or could belong or has to belong.

As for Dean, he’ll just be so damn happy having Cas back that I can see him following him around to make sure he’s ok, being overly attentive, unable to hide his emotions, and the casual viewer will take note. As they took note of the mixtape in 12x19. 

These gestures, if they make Destiel part of the surface narrative, and I can’t see why they would backtrack (seriously, the love story arc is peaking along with the individual character arcs addressed above so for them to backtrack now would hurt the narrative they’ve been building for so many years) (they won’t do that), these gestures will then cement the fact that Dean and Cas are in love with each other

Then again, Cas might come back a powerful angel. *shrug* We have no way of knowing for sure, of course!

But if they do what I believe they’re about to do, the writers will weave Destiel into the surface narrative slowly, out of necessity, so that the surface viewers who really couldn’t care less will just shrug and go, oh, okay, so they’re doing this now, while giving the middle finger to the viewers who gag and walk away. (walk away gaggers) (good riddance)

This is partially why I feel pretty confident that Cas will be back early in S13. Because I do so firmly believe in the love story of it all, and I do understand the precarious situation the writers are in of introducing it into the surface narrative.

It will take time, and many episodes, and a fresh feel about it, as with every other arc poised for New Beginnings in S13.

The mixtape was the first thread for Destiel to be woven into the surface, though.

It was the first visual manifestation of there being anything more between these men than brotherhood and friendship. (ok so I would say there have been about one thousand of these) (um trench coat in the trunk of Dean’s car for a year and handing it over) (yeah casual viewers) (SHAME on you)

All the other threads are just waiting, dangling on the wind, and oh will they make the prettiest tapestry EVER!

All For You 3/3 (Finn Balor Imagine)

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Finn Balor x Reader
Warning:  Smut. Cursing.
A/N:  I’VE DONE IT AND I’M SO GLAD IT’S OVER. I apologize for anyone who was waiting (which I doubt but ya know)
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You’re the leader of a stable that is dominating Raw, and everything is going to plan. And then there’s Finn.

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anonymous asked:

why is it we dont see many watelanders who practice pre war religions (or religious folk in general) in previous games, but it feels very pervasive in fallout 4? especially in regards to christianity.

You know, I was one step away from giving up and just writing down what little I knew, but then Fallout 1 happened and new interesting details kept popping up. I am really glad that I have delayed this response, I hope you will forgive me :)

So,

Religion in Fallout

It’s a complicated topic, and I’ve dreaded the moment someone would come to me and ask what I think about it. The biggest question, of course, is whether or not common wasteland people understand the concept of Christianity. Do they practice it? Do they even know what the word means? Do they have any idea of how pre-war people saw it? Do they have religious beliefs at all, for heaven’s sake?

After playing Fallout 1 I came to the conclusion that religion and the way people perceive it changed over the 200 years. In New Vegas, in “modern” Fallout times, people live more or less “civilized”. No weird beliefs, a pragmatic world view, pretty normal settlements (except for Novac) . Well, In Fallout 1, almost every faction is a cult.

I am not exaggerating. Let’s take a look on the factions of this game. We have: the Brotherhood of Steel, the Followers of the Apocalypse, the Khans (along with the Vipers and Jackals) , the Blades, the Children of the Cathedral, the Gun Runners; among the settlements especially Shady Sands is interesting.

So, some of these factions are pretty well-known. I now understand that I haven’t known them at all.

The Brotherhood seems like a pretty pragmatic bunch - yeah, a bit too fixated on their damn technology, and yes, with an unhealthy view of authority and a bit crazy, but you wouldn’t call them a cult. Well, maybe not in Fallout 3 or New Vegas, but in Fallout 1 they keep talking about their “holy armor” and treat it with the same respect tribes would treat their totems.There are a lot of things they say that makes it clear that they have some kind of sacred and religious relationship with their power armor. 

“The sacred armor is so finely constructed to such exacting specifications that it feels like an extension of the blessed one’s own body […] I would feel diminished without my holy armor”.

Yes, this is how they see it. They’re a lot more cultist in the first game than one might expect. I wonder what the “blessed one” is, too.

Most of us know the Followers of the Apocalypse as these good guys that help people and spread knowledge. Nothing cultist about them in New Vegas - they’re more like the Red Cross of the wasteland. Except that they keep saying these weird things that make them sound like very passionate church goers. 

“Glorious Day to you”.

”All knowledge is holy”.

“Knowledge of our enemies will help us prevail”.

Nicole herself brings a lot of typical religious phrasing into her speeches and mentions the “sanctity of their library”. The Vault Dweller can ask her “what they worship, not what they do or believe in.

The Children of the Cathedral are nut jobs and the whole wasteland knows that, but the hate the Followers hold towards them makes the whole situation look like a fight between two cults. It’s like I’m witnessing another one of those gang shootings, except this time they are very passionate believers.

Honestly, the fact that they have a cross as a symbol makes so much sense now.

The Blades, that live just outside of Adytrum and are referred to as a gang, look more like a tribe, really. There’s also a guy in their hide-out that surrounded himself with various bottles of Nuca-Cola and preaches to his people, trying to bring them to understand the true meaning of this drink (he’s also very upset about the fact that they ran out of diet cola). Gun Runners used to be a gang and now live in their little, secure and closed-off community. Shady Sands is a whole new level of weird, to be quite honest. Because even though they are a settlement, and cannot be considered a cult, they have some attributes that just make you think of tribes and religions and cults and such. In the middle of the town they have this weird monument standing:

Personally, it reminds me of the Hammurabi Codex, but that might be just me. There are some similarities though. And I can’t possibly be the only one that finds this town map really confusing.

It’s not so much the map itself as it is the fact that it looks so Egyptian and Mesopotamic. Why? Why would a post-war village located in former California hold such antique vibes and have so many similarities with these ancient cultures?

And the possibly best part is “Dharma”.

Katharina: “Dharma watched over me”.

Dharma appears to be the deity settlers in Shady Sands believe in. It isn’t entirely clear who or what it is, but in our world Buddha’s teachings are called dharma as well. It is also used to refer to other old-world Indian belief systems, including Hinduism, Jainism, and Sikhism. I realize that it has very little to do with Egypt and Mesopotamia, but it’s still weird.

This, as far as I can tell, is as close as the world of Fallout 1 comes to modern religions. The fact that Shady Sands reveres a deity that is possibly related to Buddhism, raises a whole lot of questions. First of all, why Buddhism? How did it happen that the group that emerged from Vault 15 practices this religion? Why not the more common Christianity? The vault experiment was all about putting four very different groups of people in one bunker to see what was going to happen. If they are revering a certain Dharma, is it possible that the vault dwellers that have been put in Vault 15 already had beliefs similar to the ones of the Shady Sands settlers? If so, what was the reasoning behind choosing these people and not the more common Christians?

Second group of questions is all about which consequences it might have had in the future NCR. Shady Sands being the capital of the Republic and its cultural, historical and political heart, should have a major impact on people’s lives - and in this case I mean cultural impact. I would expect that a religion that is practiced in a place that later starts to grow and grow and grow until it is big enough to be considered a country and a nation, will become pretty common - even among those, whose parents haven’t been born in Shady Sands. So, what now? Can it be assumed that many NCR troopers know what Dharma is and believe in this god, maybe even know only of this one god? Is this the common religion in the NCR territory, especially in the areas that have been part of the Republic for a long time now? The places we visit in Fallout 1, for example.

It’s something to consider. Of course, modern NCR citizens seem to be less religious, or at least, don’t show it so much. Which makes sense, because the NCR isn’t a small semi-tribal community anymore. Anyways, here, look at what Shady Sands settlers are supposed to look like:

I really wanted to show it.

Dharma brings me to the topic of mono- and polytheism. Obviously, the citizens of Shady Sands are monotheistic, but what about other settlements? There’s at least one city that has multiple gods - Adytrum.

Jon Zimmerman, the town “major” (who has, in fact, zero authority) tells the Vault Dweller that “they are a humble, god fearing town” - but if the player agrees to help him, he cries out “Thank the gods”. Unfortunately, he doesn’t tell more. But I believe it is safe to say that people outside of Shady Sands tend to believe in multiple gods, although I’m not saying that it can be automatically applied to every settlement.

Point is that the religious beliefs of the wastelanders (in Fallout 1) vary greatly - from monotheistic to polytheistic, from Dharma to power armor. The important thing is, that 80 years after the bombs dropped, nearly every community is religious in some way - even if they aren’t a cult. The interesting question is, why it isn’t Christianity that made a comeback after the apocalypse. Why aren’t Fallout’s people believing in the same god that has already been well-known and loved by the people of pre-war America?

One possible explanation would be that people grew disillusioned in Christianity after the world was literally destroyed, but I’m not really buying that. Continuing to worship a god that already exists is a lot easier than coming up with new ones. Besides that, every time in our history that a major religion has changed, it was because another god has replaced them. It’s always a nation preaching and confirming other people in their beliefs, or conquering new lands and making people worship another god forcefully - it’s always one god dying and being replaced by another one. We do not see that in Fallout 1. Instead of that, we have multiple cults, different religions, ranging from Nuca-Cola worship to the Master’s plans. The only way I see that happening is if the Old America was, for the most part, atheistic.

In current times, it wouldn’t be hard to find a bible and read everything you need to know about Christianity - there are the churches, the motels, the prisons, all of them should be stocked with bibles. I don’t know if pre-war America was the same, but if so, it didn’t help Christian beliefs to stay as prevalent as they are in our times. Which makes sense, if you ask me.

The U.S.A. has been incredibly advanced in regards to technology. Two things should be considered here: 

  1. as science advances, religion becomes less important. That’s a common development. 
  2. the stuff that the old U.S. government did - all these experiments with human subjects, the merging of different living beings (think of Big Empty) - would have been impossible in a very religious country. Protests would have to be expected. 

So, either religion was naturally replaced by science, or the U.S. government made some extra effort to repress religion, and turn the church into a very insignificant player. Or maybe both. Either way, it seems reasonable to assume that pre-war America was, for the most part, atheistic, which is why so many small and new religions started popping up after the war.

But that’s the state of the world 80 years after the Great War. What about modern Fallout times?

I can’t say anything about Fallout 2, since I haven’t played it yet, but that might be unnecessary anyways. What’s important is that by the time of New Vegas the NCR has turned into a nation, and people of the Mojave Wasteland seem to be living in towns and cities - not as cults. It seems, that a natural development took place, during which cults died out. The NCR citizens culturally merged together - whether Dharma remains a known deity remains to be discussed. But the people of Adytrum, the Blades, the people of Shady Sands are one nation now. If they kept living as cults, they would have never managed to form a republic.

The East coast is a bit different though.

The Capital Wasteland didn’t undergo the same kind of development the West Coast went through. Even after 200 years it remains a desolate wasteland without any kind of government. Which is probably why there are more religions and cults there, than are in the Mojave and the NCR.

In Fallout 3, we hear of a certain Abbey of the Road that is located somewhere west of the Commonwealth - we know this from Marcella who happens to be one of the missionaries of this Christian church. I am going to take a guess here, that if a missionary can come as far as to the Capital Wasteland, they sure as hell actively roam the Commonwealth and convert people into their beliefs.

Unlike the Capital Wasteland, the Commonwealth is more organized, and has big important cities. This way, it is much easier for the Christian missionaries to preach and teach their religion and actively bring the word of god to Commonwealth citizens. I don’t think we saw or heard of them in Fallout 4, but it’s a fact that they exist and live somewhere in the Commonwealth area. I think this is how and why people living in this area know of Christianity more than most wastelanders.

And this is the answer to you initial question, I suppose. I talked too much about other things, but I wanted to draw the whole picture and show how I think religions in Fallout developed and why they are the way they are in different areas and timelines.

As usual, a small summary at the very end:

1. Almost every community in Fallout 1, 80 years after the war, has some kind of non-Christian cult.

2. This happened because pre-war America was, for the most part, atheistic. Otherwise people would have continued to preach Christianity - a religion that seems to be almost nonexistent in the world after the war.

3. Shady Sands settlers practice some derivation of Buddhism. Which means that Buddhism might be one of the main religions in the NCR.

4. The Capital Wasteland is somewhere on the developmental level of Fallout 1 California, which is why they still have so many different religions and cults.

5. The Commonwealth is different because a) they are more organized and developed and b) there is a Christian church west of the Commonwealth that sends missionaries to preach their religion.

6. This is why Christianity is more prevalent in the Commonwealth.

Apple Pies and Butterflies Ch. 1

I’ve lowkey been trying to finish this all night and I finally did rip. This is gonna be a drabble series for Ninette!

Summary: Marinette confronts Nino about his pie-eating problem, and offers an alternative activity for the day.

AO3 | Ch 1, 2, 3


“Nino, this has to stop,” Marinette finally told him, glaring at the empty pie tins that filled his study space.

“An’ juf how-” he swallowed a bite- “are you planning on stopping me?” He smiled and went to take another bite, but stopepd when Marinette grabbed his wrist. Looking at her face made his smile falter. “Uh, M-Mari? What’re you doing?”

“Stopping you,” she said, pinning his hand to the table. With her other hand, she grabbed his shirt collar and smashed their lips together.

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The Lagoon

Can you do #135 & #351 from the prompt list❤️btw for your first imagine you did pretty amazing if I do say so myself

351. “You did all of this for me?”
135. “I think I’m in love with you and that scares me to death.” 

warnings: fluff!
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This morning on your way to breakfast, slender arms wrapped around your waist from behind, a pair lips whispering on the back of your neck to meet by the treehouse at sunset. Blushing, you nodded, and made your way through the rest of the day.

A week. It had been a week of a clandestine something with Peter, and you were anxious about tonight. You weren’t sure as to what this new “something” was with him. A relationship? Hardly. The pair of you had only recently revealed feelings for each other, after the longest period of what seemed to be enmity between you, drenched in snark and ferocity. The Lost Boys believed it to be hate, when truly, it was a fervor that had afflicted both your hearts. Peter Pan was…enticing, to say the least. All smirk and long limbs, you found it hard to resist his charms. Of course he was drawn to you as well. According to him, it was your spirit that captivated him first. The way you moved when you fought, the bite in your words when sassing the Lost Boys - Pan was hooked on you. His admiration of your intellect and beauty began not long after his interest was piqued. He was exactly the kind of boy you promised yourself to stay away from, and yet… it delicious being his. You were giving in.

Of course, you knew eventually it would have to end. Every love you ever had had hurt you, and you never wanted that feel pain again. It aches, heartbreak. No, Pan was only temporary, and although it was delightful, you reminded yourself that it wouldn’t last.

The sun eventually rolled its way down the sky, and as the sky glowed a soft pink, you made your way to Peter’s treehouse. You saw him there, leaning against the ladder, and inwardly you groaned. His goddamn eyebrow was raised at you as ambled towards him, and you wondered what it was with that boy and his damn perfect brow. Could he ever keep it down? How were you supposed to resist him when he did things like that?

“(Y/N),” he broke your reverie. “Shall we go?” He offered his arm, and you slipped your hand into the crook of his elbow.

“Where are we headed?” You had to ask. He had hardly given you any details as to where he planned to take you.

He smirked in response, and you understood that the venue wouldn’t be revealed until you got there.

… … …

He teleported the pair of you to a small clearing in the forest, and before you could ask if this was where you would be spending the evening, he turned to you.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. You must have made a face because he chuckled. “Don’t trust me? No reason for you to fear, love.” Peter softly caressed your cheek. “Close your eyes.”

Reluctantly, you complied, and you felt his hand slip into yours. He pulled you along until quiet rushing noises could be heard. The sound of water grew louder as you were dragged along, until finally, Peter stopped and released his grip. “You can open them now,” he called, backing away from you.

Tentatively, you cracked open a lid, and gasped. The sight was breathtaking.

He had brought you to a small lagoon, the sunset sky an orange haze above turquoise waters. The place was lush, trees encircling the pool, themselves aglow with light as fireflies adorned their branches. A waterfall streamed into the lagoon, and all you could do was stare. It was magical.

“Do you like it?” Pan asked gently. You nodded, not trusting your voice.

“It’s gorgeous,” you whispered. Pan smiled.

“Good, because this isn’t all of it,” he chuckled at you when your eyes widened in shock.

“There’s more?” You weren’t sure if you handle another surprise. This place was absolutely breathtaking. He grasped your hand and pulled you underneath the waterfall, where his second gift awaited.

A blanket had been laid down on the smooth stone of the cave, various foods and treats spread out upon it. Colorful fruits adorned the display, and you were happy to discover that candles had been included as well, mimicking the glow of the fireflies outside. You sighed.

“You did all of this for me?” Your chest tightened. His gesture was too much. Truly you didn’t deserve this, right?

“Hungry?” He gestured towards the blanket, inviting you to sit down.

… … …

After the pair of you had eaten your fill, you spoke lazily, simply enjoying each other’s company. The banter over dinner had been delightful. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so hard. All was well.

You and Pan were sitting on the shore of the lagoon now, the cool water gently lapping at your feet. The air was hazy and the night warm, and so you got up, ready for a swim.

“I’m going in,” you announced, much to Pan’s obvious surprise. “Coming?” He waved you off playfully and you grinned. “What? Pretty Boy scared of getting wet?” His eyes darkened with amusement at that, and with a smirk, he stood up quicker than you could imagine, scooped you up into his arms, and tossed you into the heart of the lagoon.

You gasped vigorously as you came up for air, laughing all the while. Your smile was wiped off however, when you saw Pan pull his shirt off and toss it behind him, diving in after you. He came up right in front of you, and your eyes raked over his exposed skin.

“Like what you see, love?” You splashed the smirk off his face and squealed as you swam away.

“Get away, get away! No n- NO! Stay back!” It was difficult to swim to safety when you were giggling so damn much. Of course, he caught you, and you laughed as he spun you around in his arms, water splashing everywhere. You hummed in delight as you wrapped your legs around him, Pan looking up you with wonder.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. You blushed, looking down. You remembered what you had convinced yourself. This happiness…it wasn’t going to last. Your eyes lowered, darkening with guilt for allowing yourself to get caught up with him. “Hey,” Pan lifted your chin up with his finger. “What’s the matter?” Green orbs searched your eyes for a clue to your distress.

You sighed. Might as well speak true.

“I think I’m in love with you and that scares me to death.” You bit your lip as you eyed him, unsure as to how he would react to your declaration. His face was blank for a moment, and you felt a pang in your heart. You already knew it was over. But then he smiled, really, truly smiled, and it was the most glorious sight you had ever seen.

“You love me.” He said it slowly, as if he was tasting the words, tasting how they felt on his tongue. “You love me,” Peter said again, his smile growing, eyes lighting up with joy. He threw his head back in laughter and spun you again. You smiled as you clutched your arms around his neck.

“Yes,” you sighed gleefully. You gave in. You were in love with him. “I love you,” you said, reassuring him. 

“And I love you,” he confessed. Hearing those words was bliss. Your hands moved to cup the sides of his face. “Peter,” you coaxed.

He whispered your name like a prayer, and you closed the gap between you, capturing your name in a kiss. The trees swayed and the wind blew softly around the pair of you as you bobbed the water. It seemed as if the island knew it was a happy moment. Pan kissed you with a fervor, and your lips responded just as passionately. No, you were not going to let him go. You didn’t release each other for a long while, and remained in the lagoon until dawn.

(A/N): Yay! First request completed! Sorry it took so long, neverlandsonia. It turned out much longer than expected (and thank you for the compliment)! Hope the rest of you enjoyed it!

Cernnunos and Anu (A Binding on Ichor)

Originally posted by sweet-cider

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: Graphic bird and people death and the uwu cranked up to ten

-The Morrígna- -Odin- -Cernnunos- and -Anu-

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After taking the Drink of The Gods, what is experienced on the inside is not always a reflection of what is experienced on the outside. Ivar has since passed out and you worry about what he saw might bring for you and your people.


It was your thirteenth birthday, the celebration ending in the traditional way, with your first received prophecy.

You’d practiced night and day the motion to gutting the bird from breast to belly in the smoothest, most merciful way. Your mother told you to think long and hard on a God to mark as your own and you chose Morrigan, the Great trio of war sisters, the bloodied Morrígna

For the Saxon’s their world was peace and farming, and eradicating your people. They caught men, women, and children of the druidic following when they were alone and vulnerable, claiming them demons and witches, hunting down entire villages and denying their own ancestors once followed and praised the same gods. The druid’s blood ran in their veins and it always would no matter how much they would fight it.

So you needed strength. You needed fire and metal and blood to keep the old ways alive, no more hiding and being purged from the Earth they worshiped. Only with the combined Morrígna by your side could that happen, and they were hard women to please.  

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anonymous asked:

headcanon that younger ward grew his hair out, like to the lengths of 2005-era tom pelphrey. and probably had to cut it once harold died because he had to be in control of rand and it's unprofessional

I’m going to be sending you my funeral bill because I straight up died when I went to find 2005-era Tom Pelphrey pictures.

I think this might be my favorite Ward hair and it’s not even canon?

Good. God. Young Ward would have been a STUD.

“You want me to cut these glorious locks? Are you serious?”

Me too Ward me too. Save Ward’s hair 2k17.