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The Bro’s Opinions on Each Other (Noctis)

Alright so I have been thinking on this since day 1 of playing the game. I’m disregarding any bias toward ships or anything for this post just to give you what I really think the boys think of each other. 

Not only was I interested in this aspect since the second I began playing the game, but my curiosity was struck further when Talcott mentioned that the guys went their separate ways during the 10 years of darkness.

This is going to be a long ass post. So I decided to separate the post for each of the bros. Hope that’s chill.

Lemme know if you agree or disagree with any of my speculations. This post can spark some interesting conversations <3

Also hi I’m back

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Noctis is the glue of the group, obviously. With him gone, the boys really don’t have a reason to hangout. If Noctis was never born, Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto would more than likely never associate themselves with each other. They might have come to known one another in some way, shape, or form, but I don’t see them seeking out a friendship with one another without Noctis as a mutual. 

Let’s start of with how Noctis see’s Prompto.

During school, Noctis was a loner. He was a loner until Prompto decided he was ready to present himself to the Prince. It’s easy to assume Noctis hated when people tried to be his friend just because of his title. It happened each and every year. Noctis would prefer to just be alone. 

He’s known Prompto since elementary school, we know that much. They interacted once, when Noctis helped Prompto off the ground. Prompto got scared, and didn’t talk to him again until he worked up the motivation and courage to. Of course, Prompto acted like he didn’t know the Prince, when obviously, Noctis well knew who Prompto was.

My opinion is that Noctis saw himself forming a friendship with Prompto on the day of their fated meeting in elementary school. Prompto never went out of his way to fawn over the Prince. Prompto kept to himself and minded his own business. Of course, Noctis noticed that and greatly respected that. He saw that Prompto would make an ideal friend for him, but wanted to respect his distance. 

Noctis was more than pleased when Prompto finally stepped forward at the beginning of high school. His friendship with Prompto just started completely… nonchalantly. Is that the appropriate word here? I guess so. 

Noctis really, really adores Prompto’s friendship. I definitely think Noctis would do anything for the boy, really. Of course, showing affection toward friends is really something guys don’t do (from my knowledge and experience, anyway). 

Noctis brought Prompto along on his journey. 

Okay. Yeah, we know this.


(As far as we know. Our MT boy has some tricks up his sleeves)

I can only assume Prompto only had some knowledge of firearms prior to befriending the Prince. Only when Noctis announced he would prefer if Prompto would join the journey to Altissia, Prompto realized “oh crap I better figure this gun thing out.” I don’t know. I’m only just assuming.

But Noctis must thing very highly of Prompto to allow him into his group of bodyguard and brothers. Ignis and Gladiolus have been training their entire lives to protect the Prince. Prompto… A few years maybe at the most? 

It’s obvious Noctis really thinks the world of Prompto. He sees him not only as a great, kind person, but as a friend who’s loyalty is never ending. That’s a proven fact when we finally discover his barcode.

He had every opportunity to be cowardly and flee from Noctis’s group and join up with Niflheim. I mean, Niflheim was the winning side during this War. Anyone could see that. But, Prompto remained loyal no matter how much he feared death. 

Gladio and Noctis’s friendship is…. messy, obviously.  More so on Gladio’s side, but we will get into that later. Noctis had a much better first impression of the Amicitia lad. We’ll get into Gladio’s opinion during his post… that’s gonna be messy as you all could very well assume.

At first meeting, Noctis was very intimidated by Gladio, for obvious reasons. The guy is 6′6 for gods sake (roughly 200 centimeters according to google. Lol American measurement system). There’s no doubt in my mind he was even abnormally tall even as a child. 

Noctis stayed clear of Gladiolus whenever he could, knowing deep down the boy held some unknown source of animosity toward the Prince. Noctis had not a single idea as to why Gladio was so against him as a person, but didn’t have a significant wish to prove him otherwise. 

Gladiolus was always particularly rough on Noctis during their training sessions Noctis noticed it and was rather hurt by it from time to time. More so emotionally than physically. He didn’t know what he did to make Gladio dislike him so much. It was frustrating for him at such a young age. He took comfort in his father. 

Regis would simply smile and assure him that Gladio would come around eventually. Perhaps Clarus and he had a similar problem growing up? Hmm… Something to ponder on further.

We witnessed the turning point in Noctis and Gladio’s relationship over the even of Gladio’s episode of Brotherhood. Noctis took the blame for Iris fleeing through the Citadel, and Gladio’s opinion of Noctis soon changed for the better. 

The continued to grow up with a pleasant relationship. I could definitely describe it as your “average” sibling relationship. Meaning, there are ups and downs… more so than just in a regular friendship. 

Noctis knows Gladio gets frustrated with him often, though he tries to avoid it. Just as Noctis gets frustrated with his temper.  Low key, Noctis really appreciates the big guy for being hard on him from time to time. Gladiolus isn’t afraid to tell Noctis the truth… no matter how harsh it is. Gladio will never lie to the Prince and that’s greatly appreciated.

When in a political position  such as Noctis’s, you never know when someone is telling the truth or lying. Noctis greatly appreciates that Gladio is the one he knows will always tell the truth and be forever loyal to him.

Ignis and the Crown Prince have a very special relationship. A relationship even more defined than a friendship. It’s very complicated, as you could imagine. 

Ignis and Noctis have known each other since… well, since anyone can really remember. Noctis really sees Ignis as a family member and an unwavering person in his life. Noctis know Ignis will forever stay by his side no matter what happens. Even if Noctis wishes Ignis wasn’t by his side…

Noctis definitely sees Ignis as a mother figure. After his mother passed away, something in Noctis’s mind just connected Ignis to that roll that had been left completely empty. Like his mother, Ignis was the one to pick after his messes, scold him for not eating his vegetables, waking him up from naps, and numerous other chores that are too plentiful to mention. 

Like any stubborn child, Noctis wasn’t too fond of Ignis for quite sometime. He saw him as only a downer. Someone who only put an end to his mischievous fun. Noctis never saw Ignis as someone who is technically the same age as he. Though they are in the same age group, Noctis saw the Royal Advisor as a grown man. Perhaps as a man just as old as his father. 

It wasn’t until Noctis’s teenaged years that he began to see Ignis as a friend. Ignis became his number one confidant about everything that was on his mind. School crushes, school stresses, family stresses, royal stresses… memes. Literally Noctis trusts Ignis with everything.

Weird rashes? Yup. They’re relationship is the definition of TMI. 

Honestly, the two are mutually fine with that. Everyone needs that kind of friend. 

Noctis holds the upmost respect for Ignis once they get on the road. Sure, from time to time, Noctis seems like a ungrateful little loser, but at the end of the day, Noctis is very thankful for Ignis.

He drives them all around.

He cooks for them.

He tends to the laundry.

He comes up with strategizes. 

He does everything, pretty much. 

I can definitely seeing Noctis coming up to Ignis right before retiring into the tent and saying, “Hey Specs. Thanks for… everything.” And he just goes inside the tent.

Iggy may or may not tear up. 

Noctis’s respect of course only grows for Ignis when he goes blind. THEY GUY IS STILL BADASS EVEN WITH SUCH A HANDICAP. HECK, HE’S EVEN MORE OF A BADASS. 

And Noctis is so proud of him. Proud of his mommy. 

Team Voltron VS Team Galra Battle Royale Line-Up

Alright, so here is what I think the line-up would be like in the finale battle between Team Galra and Team Voltron. I also included little descriptions of how I think the battles would go.

As they storm the typical “insanely tall tower for no reason than to worsen your fear of heights” tower, the team first run into Narti and her Galra cat Kova. Pidge, having the most mental power, decides to take her on with her newly designed Rover Marc 2 battling Kova. They both engage in a literal battle of brains, while their familiars fight physically. Eventually Rover Marc 2 manages to take down Kova, thus weakening the psychic Galra considerably. Then Narti tries to hypnotize Pidge with a touch…only to be shocked when nothing happens. Then Pidge punches her square in the face, knocking Narti out, and says “Hypnosis or not, sweetie, no one can tell me what to do”. 

The team progresses further up the tower and run into Zethrid. Hunk is the only one near strong enough to take her on. But he is reluctant to punch a lady, even if she could easily break his whole body in half. At first he only uses defensive tactics during the fight. Then Zethrid laughs mockingly at him and says; “You couldn’t beat me even if you tried, tubby!”. This triggers an immediate angry response in Hunk, who does NOT like being called tubby. The two have the most physical battle before Hunk manages to tire Zethrid out. And after he dodges a weak punch from the Galra tough girl Hunk merely blows in her face and knocks her down.

Next the team get halfway to the middle and are met by Acxa, who will most likely be confirmed as Keith’s mother. The former tries a last ditch effort to get her son to join the winning side and looks hatefully at Allura, saying she treats Keith like a slave animal than a person. Allura says this isn’t true and tells Lance and Keith to go ahead. Keith looks at her in a silent plead not to hurt his mother too much, to which she gives an assuring smile and nod. Allura and Acxa have a more emotionally driven fight, with Allura trying to convince Acxa to stop for Keith’s sake. Acxa of course states that Allura doesn’t know how she feels and lashes wildly at her. It’s only through a lucky shot that Allura manages to knock serious lady Galra out, and looks down at Acxa sadly.

We have made it to the middle floor of the tower, and Ezor is the next opponent. She does all sorts of sneak attacks and uses her agility to her advantage, so Lance decides to take her on while Keith races to the very top to fight Prince Lotor. The battle consists of Lance trying to get a bead on the hyper Galra, but between her fast talking and invisibility power it’s difficult to keep focused. It’s at this point Lance realizes something; he is talkative too. More so in fact. So he starts talking to throw her off and taunts Ezor, which works as she gets so agitated that she drops her invisibility to give an angry reply when he smack talks about how her skin looks all dried out. This allows Lance to nail her with a tranquilizer and she passes out almost instantly into slumber.

Finally, after fighting through many Galra soldiers, Keith makes it to the top of the tower where Prince Lotor is waiting. It starts out with both of the young leaders having a conversation. Being half Galra and struggling to be good leaders in the shadows of two other lofty legacies, Lotor and Keith understand where each male is coming from. The prince gives the paladin one final chance to leave but Keith refuses. And thus the battle starts as swords begin to clash in an epic fencing match. How this ends depends on how Lotor’s character develops through the series. Either he will commit suicide to be with his dead parents, after Hagar/Honerva and Zarkon finally die, or redeem himself at the last minute and accepts Keith’s offer of piece. Either way the tower starts to crumble and Keith falls to his death before Team Voltron rescues him, in the suicide route. If the redemption route happens then Lotor and Keith both fall and are rescued by Team Voltron and Lotor is reunited with the elite generals he considers family.

About the Voting Gauntlet

Let’s refrain from the insults okay?

You are not a “loser” for siding for a character that lost, you are not a “sheep” for siding with a character that is popular, it’s all about who we love in the end, I mean look at those numbers, they might be “too much” or “nothing”, but if you saw those numbers, the number of people who love you, you would be very happy, wouldn’t you? Our heroes wouldn’t want us to hurt others over what is basically a popularity contest, right?    No matter who wins, they remained loved at the end of the day, heck, I’m just upset because I didn’t see Lissa get to see her fans AND the ones of her “jerky older brother”, I like to imagine them seeing each other fans and feeling happy they have them.

People who are just joining the side they think that’s going to win to get easy items without effort, making sides unequal for basically being scalpers, though?

the total number of humans ever to have lived is around 108 billion. the total number of people alive today is around 7.8 billion. that means there’s almost 14 skeletons per every living human.

do you think you can destroy 14 skeletons? what about your grandpa can HE destroy 14 skeletons? what about an INFANT CHILD? what kind of BABY can take on


what im saying here is that when the skeleton war happens some poor fool is gonna be fighting 15 skeletons because i’m stripping off my flesh onesie and joining the winning side.

My S8 wet dreams

Jon seizes control over dragons and doesn’t need Danielle any longer

Danielle goes full berzerker mode and burns shit just for the sake of burning shit

Jaime kills his sister and embraces his fate of slaying insane monarchs


Tyrion switches sides and joins Jaime in his sacred quest

Jon wins the war for the dawn and lives happily ever after with Sansa

darknpretty  asked:

animorphs in percy jackson verse

Here’s the thing: they’re not demigods.  They’re not sprites or deities or blessed ones or chosen champions.  They’re just heroes, that’s all.  

Tobias earns Artemis’s respect right from the start, because she knows better than anyone how to turn loneliness into strength, how to kill and hunt and provide for herself while needing no one else’s support or even their approval.  She rejoices with him over each kill and mourns with him as well, because she loves all the orphans with nothing left to lose but most of all she loves the cleanness of putting something right and doing it all by one’s lonesome.  She laughs as he leaps across the sky and clenches her fists with fierce pride every time he asserts again and again: I need no one.  I am myself, and I am free.  

Pan doesn’t come to him until later, crouched next to Tobias to whisper in his ear even louder than Taylor’s taunts, to warm more fiercely than the endless lights of the Anti-Morphing Ray.  Don’t you give up on me, you piece of shit, he growls in the voice of a collapsing mountain.  Us of lesser gods can survive anything, because we already have.  I know it hurts, you fucker, but you already have all the strength of all the ugly and broken and wild things that no human can ever love or tame.  Pan teaches him in that moment, and in a thousand thousand that will follow, that sometimes there is no need for words or norms.  Sometimes all you have to do is scream.  Sometimes you have to hammer your pain into the instrument of your enemies’ terror, and let it loose in a cry that will break the hearts of anyone who hears.  Pan shows him that pain has no words, but then neither does the feeling of the entire Earth joining together at your back to fight on your side.  

Marco wins Hermes over right from the start, with his charm and rule-bending and ability to get away with seemingly anything thanks to the sheer outrageous boldness with which he does what he is told not to.  Hermes cultivates his self-deprecation and quick-wittedness, laughs when he triumphs and laughs even harder when he fails.  Hermes teaches him to tell the truth in such a way that no one even notices when he does, to joke of church-doors and curses even as he bleeds to death, to be all things and all people but never ever serious for long.  Through Hermes Marco learns to be faster than the bullet that would kill him, to move through all places and modes of being—even darkness, even cruelty, even ruthlessness—but never to stay for long.  Always the delicate quick-thinking ones must race ahead of their would-be killers, dodging and twisting and coming at their problems from a thousand angles, if they want to survive the war.

Apollo shows Marco how to love beauty in all its forms—male, female, in others, in himself—but above all teaches him the beauty of simple clean rules of logic applied across all situations.  He might be cold at times, might be aloof even, but he also sees all possible angles to every problem that confronts him and can offer half a dozen solutions, most of them more elegant than anyone else might come up with, in half the time it would take an ordinary kid.  Marco has a beautiful body but more importantly a beautiful mind, and Apollo cultivates that mind like a peer and a lover and a patron and a worshipper all at once.  

Rachel fights with Ares’s own ferocity, the terror of tyrants and the pathbreaker for her peers.  She is a creature of legend and song, a pure warrior who can strike fear into Crayak himself while even the Ellimist watches in awe.  She laughs off her own wounds and drinks in those of her enemies like mother’s milk.  Ares revels in the slaughter at her side, and swaggers at her shoulder murmuring: You have power, power that you have killed and wounded and been wounded in turn in order to earn.  Walk with your head held high, because you deserve it.  Ares laughs with her as she kills, and he laughs with her as she dies.  There’s no such thing as a fountain of youth.  There’s only one path to immortality, and it’s fighting to your last breath.  It’s living like there’s no tomorrow because there is none.  It’s taking hundreds of the bastards with you as you go.  It’s leaving the world a safer place than it was when you entered.

For every ounce of Ares’s ferocity she possesses, Rachel also has all of Aphrodite’s poise and grace.  She can draw beauty from the most unlikely places and keep it at all costs, emerging unscathed from the hurricane and the carnage alike.  She is ethereal, untouchable, as golden and glowing as the goddess herself and as—rightfully—prideful besides.  Rachel has the instincts that tell her when a blouse is overpriced, when adjusting the curtains will draw out the beauty of a room, and it comes from her patron goddess.  After all, Aphrodite always does spare her best love for the ones who will never age or grey.   

Cassie doesn’t catch Persephone’s eye, not at first, because Persephone may love all things that grow but she also sees the pretty ones the most.  And then Cassie, eight years old and with tears striping her face, picks up a rock and crushes the skull of a suffering rabbit that was fatally injured by a passing car.  Persephone takes notice.  When Cassie saves four baby skunks and doesn’t blame Tobias for eating the fifth, Persephone watches carefully.  When Cassie coaxes David so gently to his doom, Persephone smiles just a little.  When Cassie eats a seal while its children watch, Persephone approves.  Life is death.  Cultivating a garden is a matter of loving every blossom and also knowing when to snap its neck.  Persephone is green and growth and spring, but she is also the goddess of death because she understands that these processes—growing and aging, blooming and dying—are one and the same.  Persephone may see the pretty ones first, but the ones she loves are the ones who know that all things must end, that all cycles have two sides, and that humans are ultimately not that special in the grand scheme.

Hestia’s interest in Cassie begins on those late nights spent watering horses and murmuring to sick wolves and checking on cranky eagles, but it blossoms into admiration the day that Cassie hugs Jake goodbye and chooses not to adventure.  Hestia is a one-woman army of her own, a burning homefire to her own adopted family, a brilliant brand in the darkness who never ever compromises her morals even for a second.  Hestia nurtures Cassie through the long years during which she must redefine home after everyone she loved is gone, but it is work that she is glad to do because Hestia is like Cassie in that regard: she understands that a hard day’s work is its own reward, but that a smile at the end of it is a greater reward still.

Ax comes to Gaia late, as an outsider, and she doesn’t know what to make of him at first.  In all her infinite millennia she has never had a creature quite like him running across her surface tasting the sweetness of her grass.  But he sees her in a way that none of her homegrown children ever really do, drinking in the incomprehensible richness of the millions of species she uses to populate even the meanest square of grass on the most neglected of her fields.  He speaks to her trees and drinks of her streams… and he shares her taste for vengeance as well.  Gaia can adapt and evolve, and so can Ax, but they both understand the importance of following certain rules and never losing sight of one’s heritage.  Gaia welcomes Ax and gives him a home like none he has ever known before, strange and frightening and wonderful and lonely.  He cultivates himself and his heritage under her watchful eye, and he learns to love her back even though he did not come to her by choice.

Hades is a keeper of memory the way that Ax is, sheltering him first when Ax is trapped beneath an infinite black ocean and surrounded by the dead.  Hades does not forget, and he does not forgive; every time Ax clashes with Visser Three, every time he refuses to compromise his morals to humans or to andalites, Hades is there.  Hades is a collector of rare and precious things, and he recognizes that Ax is a thing like no other.  Ax does not flinch from death, nor from killing, but he does recognize how terrible a life wasted is.  Ax can find the life in a simple sound or a beautiful food, but he never loses sight of the place that he came from.  Ax mourns his family, Ax remembers his heritage, but Ax has enough understanding of the vastness of his task as a warrior that he never allows himself to be consumed by grief.  Hades sees all, and Hades approves.

Jake springs from his cocoon of mediocre complacency the moment the war lands in his lap with a speed that reminds Athena of herself, and he wastes no time demonstrating a military spirit that proves her faith was not misplaced.  He is canny enough to maneuver seven Animorphs into the world leaders’ conference with everything from repurposed fishing weights to reverse psychology against Visser Three, but also bold enough simply to tear through problems with a rhino’s ferocity when he cannot solve them with a dragonfly’s cleverness.   He sees how the pieces—of situations, of tools, problems, of people, of teams, of empires—fit together, and how they fall apart.  Athena has fought on the shores of Normandy, in the icy waters of Trenton, on the bloody sands of Algeria, and now in the suburban streets of a California town.  War is an art, won through sacrifice and strategy and sheer cussed refusal to sink to the level of one’s enemies.  War is about victory for the sake of peace, about winning to return to the hearth, about making plowshares out of swords.  Athena fights by Jake’s side, and she considers it an honor.

Poseidon is inscrutability and depth of thought, but also rage that shakes planets and tears islands from their moorings.  Poseidon is about masculinity and pride, not the silly posturing of his younger peers but the brutal self-assurance that comes with hard-won maturity.  Poseidon recognizes himself in Jake, and though Poseidon does not ally himself with anyone, nor does he respect any mere mortal, much less admire such silly fleeting creatures, he still smiles faintly across the battlefield at a worthy opponent.  He watches the Howlers destroyed and 17,000 yeerks sucked into the unforgiving vacuum of space, and thinks that these things have earned his time long enough for him to whisper to Jake: The sea weathers down all things in the end, and the prettier they are the faster they fall.  But any rock that has survived a hundred storms and still stands has more dignity in its defeat than any statue or house never battered into the smooth utter essence of its being by the waves.

anonymous asked:

Dear Yaya, I am most certainly NOT a Garlean spy. NOT a Spy. But if I WERE a young lady of Garlean leanings who was interested in someone who does not particularly like Garlemald, but seems to like me, but it would be complicated because alternate loyalties... What should I do?

Dear Definitely Not a Garlean,

Ohhh dear, feel like defecting from Garlemald and joining the winning side? No? Well then you are in quite a predicament. The best thing you can do is to probably step out of the situation, forbidden romances don’t usually have a happy end, and normally end in death.

So step out or defect for love. It’s a tricky situation, but in the end it’s your decision. Sure you could try sneaking around, but I can tell you… eventually you’ll be found out either by him or someone else…

And the fallout will be explosive to say the least.

With lots of Love and Support,


Steve Rogers x Pregnant!Reader Pt. 3

Part One   Part Two   Part Three

Tags: @priettierthanyou @yaszx @shamvictoria11 @itsemmyb

Warnings: man-period, cussing (always expect that in my imagines), torture, labor (not who you think)  

You guys are so bloody amazing! Thanks to all of you I now have 70 fucking followers! You guys are so amazing and I do not at all deserve it. Since I am the slowest at updating this chapter will be the ass kicking and the birth!!! (yay!) 

Story-Line (Y/N) (Steve’s somewhat secret wife) has just arrived at Stark Tower after hitch hiking her way there from the Rocky Mountains with help from Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Pissed off and tired (Y/N) waits in Steve’s room while frightened (excluding Wanda and Natasha) Avengers are waiting in the living room for the Star Spangled Man With a Plan.

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the signs as bright eyes lyrics
  • aries: As you tear and tear your hair from roots/Of that same head you have twice removed now/A lock of hair you said would prove/Our love would never die (Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh)
  • taurus: And on the way home held your camera like a bible/Just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth/And I stood nervous next to you in the dark room/You dropped the paper in the water/And it all begins to bloom/Ya they go wild (Old Soul Song [For The New World Order])
  • gemini: I have sat too long in my silence./I have grown too old in my pain./To shed this skin, be born again,/it starts with an ending./So thank you friends for the time we shared./My love stays with you like sunlight and air. (Method Acting)
  • cancer: Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep/And all their tearful words will turn back into steam/But me I'm a single cell/On a serpents tongue/There's a muddy field where a garden was/And I'm glad you got away/But I'm still stuck out here/My clothes are soaking wet/From your brother's tears (Poison Oak)
  • leo: That is why I'm singing.../Baby don't worry cause now I got your back./And every time you feel like crying,/I'm gonna try and make you laugh./And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,/then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company/through those days so long and black (Bowl of Oranges)
  • virgo: And my father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away./I tried talking, just whispered, " selfish..."/He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless/and there's nothing you could do that would ever change this./I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again." (Let's Not Shit Ourselves [To Love And To Be Loved])
  • libra: In an abandoned building where/Squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl/With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl/She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world/Four winds blowing through her hair (Four Winds)
  • scorpio: When I feel lost I am not at all/.../Oh, I've made love, yeah, I've been fucked, so what?/I'm a cartoon, you're a full moon, let's stay up (Hot Knives)
  • sagittarius: I was a fool, you were my friend/We made it happen/You took off your clothes/left on the light/You stood there so brave/You used to be shy/Each feature improved, each movement refined and eyes like a showroom (Take it Easy [Love Nothing])
  • capricorn: And the future hangs over our heads/And it moves with each current event/Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain/Just stay in when it's looking this way (Landlocked Blues)
  • aquarius: So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing/It's best to join the side that's gonna win/And no one's sure how all of this got started/But we're gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end/Oh ya we will, oh ya we will! (Road To Joy)
  • pisces: Yours is the first face that I saw/I think I was blind before I met you/Now I don't know where I am/I don't know where I've been/But I know where I want to go (First Day of My Life)

“Weep no more; behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has conquered!! – Revelation 5:5
You see, it isn’t over until it is over. Jesus WILL have the final word, yes the FINAL word. And that Word is victory!
Things may look dismal. They may start to look more and more hopeless. But the victory will be gained. Rather than weeping over the present state of affairs, take heart, child of God! Weep no more, but join in with great expectation because you are on the winning side! Christ has already triumphed over the enemy!!!

Love Thy Enemy: don’t look back [Pt. 1]

BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND!  Actually, no, there legitimately is like 200+ pages worth of this melodramatic space trash™ in my noggin and I’m about to unleash at least a few dozen more of them for your holiday enjoyment 8D

Picking up right where we left off last time…(because while this is all meant to be one big continuous “chapter,” I’d rather not bombard y’all with a Great Wall of Text, y’know)

((OK, I seriously can’t believe how many of y’all loved the first installment and I’m still internally screeching about that but I’m gonna specifically tag @monsterquill and @mythaster JUST because y’all literally said you wanted 200 more pages and/or a novel and/or would give your left arm for more of this SO HERE IT IS XD :3

And special thanks to @culturevulture73 and @celinamarniss for reading my crappy first drafts, lol.  TBH, my writing’s a lot more rushed here because I just can’t frickin’ wait to get on with it already (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ ))

MUSIC:De Profundis,” James Newton Howard, The Sixth Sense //The Healing,” James Newton Howard, Lady in the Water //Petition Denied,” James Horner, Bicentennial Man

“Commander…dare I ask how you’ve managed to stretch the parameters of your mission this time?”

A self-deprecating smile spread across Luke’s face at Admiral Ackbar’s gravel-dry tone.  “It’s quite a tale, I’ll give you that,” he replied.  “But you’re going to hear it soon anyway.”  He glanced aside at his father, still somewhat surprised that the comm didn’t pick up the sound of his respirator.  Convenient, for now.  “I…have a high-ranking defector with me.”

“Ah?  Well, this is an unprecedented occasion, after all.  Do either of you require medical attention?”

Luke winced; it had to be obvious from the lisp and strain in his voice.  Anakin’s helmet swiveled in his direction.  “…Technically, yes.  I’m not in control of this vessel, and my pilot’s sustained a limb injury.  Clearance to dock, sir?”

“General Calrissian, would you spare an escort?”

Lando’s droll voice joined their conversation.  “Luke, you’re not telling that story until my flask and I are ready to hear it.  Green Four and Seven, flank that Lambda and see her into Home One.”  Two affirmatives answered him, and Luke saw a pair of A-wing fighters draw up alongside the shuttle.

“Thanks, Lando.”  Luke grinned, relieved to hear another friend was alive and well after the battle, his joy evident in the blatant disregard for address.  “See you aboard, Admiral.”  Signing off, he slumped back into the chair and blew out a long breath.

Technically?” Anakin grated.

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It was the greatest betrayal in history… As humanity fell and apes rose to take their place, man’s former best friend eagerly joined the winning side, wagging their tails next to their new masters

░ ❝ bright eyes sentence starters.

  • ❝ this is the first day of my life. ❞
  • ❝ i think i was blind before i met you. ❞
  • ❝ i realized that i need you and i wondered if i could come home. ❞
  • ❝ i’m glad i didn’t die before i met you. ❞
  • ❝ i mean i really think you like me. ❞
  • ❝ i know that it is freezing but i think we have to walk. ❞
  • ❝ i know you have a heavy heart. i can feel it when we kiss. ❞
  • ❝ it takes one to know you, kid, i think you’ve got it bad. ❞
  • ❝ i’m happy just because i found out i really am no one. ❞
  • ❝ i want a lover i don’t have to love. ❞
  • ❝ i thought he said to meet me here, but i’m not sure. ❞
  • ❝ i got a hunger and i can’t seem to get full. ❞
  • ❝ you write such pretty words, but life’s no storybook. ❞
  • ❝ love’s an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. ❞
  • ❝ yeah, they went wild. ❞
  • ❝ i’m wide awake, it’s morning. ❞
  • ❝ no one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter, sometimes that’s just the most comfortable place. ❞
  • ❝ i hope i don’t sound too ungrateful. ❞
  • ❝ when you’re asked to fight a war that’s over nothing, it’s best to join the side that’s gonna win. ❞
  • ❝ everything, it must belong somewhere. ❞
  • ❝ i know that now, that’s why i’m staying here. ❞
  • ❝ i was a fool, you were my friend. we made it happen. ❞
  • ❝ you stood there so brave. you used to be shy. ❞
  • ❝ it’s just, once something dies, you can’t make it live. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a sweet little kid, but i am a woman. ❞
  • ❝ someone might get hurt, but it won’t be me. ❞
  • ❝ you are the reoccurring kind. ❞
  • ❝ you never really leave my mind. ❞
  • ❝ you are a boomerang, you’ll see. you will return to me. ❞
  • ❝ no beauty could have come from me. ❞
  • ❝ i am a waste of breath, of space, of time. ❞
  • ❝ i am thankful that someone actually receives the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us. ❞
  • ❝ i’ve learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. ❞
  • ❝ ambition, i’ve found, can lead only to failure. ❞
  • ❝ each new act of war is tonight’s entertainment. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not angry, it happens. but you just can’t do it again. ❞
  • ❝ how grateful i was then, to be part of the mystery. to love and to be loved. let’s just hope that is enough. ❞

remember that one time that shiro beat allura in arm wrestling?

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featuring a confident allura and a crafty shiro. (this is how i imagine he might be in bed.)

It’s not a surprise they head straight from quick verbal quips to a full-blown arm wrestle — Allura is more than happy to show the humans on board just how strong she really is, and Shiro is all too curious to see just exactly how her strength feels against him.

So when he sees the smirk hidden in her eyes and she sees the challenged tucked behind his, there’s a somewhat coordinated movement toward the nearest counter — whatever it is, even if it’s the dirty dinner table — for them to prop their elbows up and slide their fingers into each other’s palms, skin to metal, metal to skin.

There are no differences in customs here — both of them very well know the look of a fight on each other’s eyes.

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Who Would Win in A Fight Mbti Edition

ISFP: you’ll win but you’ll feel terrible about it for the rest of your life

ISTP: the ISTP will win hands down, have you even seen any given action flick before?

ESFP: probably the ESFP, they can use summons from their party, have a high hp, and who knows what else that could inflict your status like burns, poison, etc.

ESTP: you — and by extension, everyone — they probably got themselves into this mess in the first place, just pay attention to your surroundings because they will use anything to knock you down as they probably fight dirty, but go ahead and fight them, it’s for the greater good.

ISTJ: indeterminate because they will do the same as the ESTP by using their environment but already have prior knowledge based on past survival and other past uses instead of blindly flinging things at you, fight at your own risk.

ISFJ: no one, why would you fight them you monster

ESTJ: you would win and they would likely join your side afterwards in the name of justice because defeat means friendship and you’ll have earned their respect.

ESFJ: the ESFJ because they have infinite heal and regenerate. They also tend to know use summons much like the ESFP would. You’ll probably get irritated by them moreso than the ESFP.

INFP: no one knows because they didn’t show up in the first place due to fear of conflict. Good luck trying to find them since they probably left the country and are riding on a giraffe they befriended in the plains of Africa, all just to avoid you.

ENFP: probably the ENFP because like the ESTP, they’re all talk, however you will faint at their constant jabbering on their views on morality and other social issues

INFJ: definitely the INFJ because they will take you down by knowing all of your emotional weaknesses and they will bottle up your tears, drink them, and go super saiyan on you. Scary, right?

ENFJ: you because they thought it would make you happy by letting you win. Great job you.

INTJ: probably you’d win unless they have loyal minions but physically they’re the weakest. Just be mindful of potential strategies they may use against you and make sure they don’t have dirt on you or have someone special to you captive that may cause you to throw the fight, also listing this as indeterminate.

INTP: absolutely no one because you hurt the very person who could curse all diseases and all they wanted to do was study and talk to people about their passions. Why would you even pick a fight with them?

ENTP: the ENTP would win because they’ll use mechs to win. Or become one themselves because it’s the right amount of chaos for them to partake in. And you don’t want that. It would cause worldwide destruction. So like the INTP, probably everyone would lose but because the world has been obliterated.

ENTJ: you, but it’s a Pyrrhic victory of sorts because they just finished warring with everyone and you’re picking a fight with them when they’re already down. They may later induce a counterattack later down the line. Unless you happened to win the Battle of Waterloo, then you’re fine.