laughing all the way to my grave

The Ballad of Rezyl Azzir


Long ago, in ages past,

Before both walls and City bright,

There lived a man, mountain-strong,

Who burned with unmatched inner light.

Proud he was, and passing brave,

His doughtiness no lie,

But as a Risen, reckless, too -

The curse of those who never die.

Rezyl Azzir, he was called,

His strength known far across the land,

For he was of the chosen few,

Who held great power in their hands.

In time his kind would find a name -

Titans, they’d be called -

But in that age of long-lost tales,

It mattered not at all.

Rezyl watched his people swell,

Watched factions rise and threaten hope,

Then watched his people march to hang

On conflict’s many-braided rope.

Rezyl watched as war began,

Watched war threaten all they’d built,

War would bring the sorry fall

Of a rose that was now doomed to wilt.

Perhaps the Fallen brought relief,

For Rezyl now could fight,

Not against his common man,

But against the coming night.

He welcomed hope, reborn anew,

Welcomed purpose shared by all,

But deep within his ancient bones,

He knew that every age must fall.

He strove for hope as best he could,

Never ceased his valiant fight,

But he thought oft upon their safety,

And on the nearness of the night.

Every eve, as Luna rose,

Rezyl sat alone and stared,

He’d think on writhing Darkness,

And wonder what lurked there.


His legend grew, as legends may,

While Rezyl battled on and on,

With his rifle he slew the foes

Of the City’s new-come dawn.

Inferno, he named his mighty gun,

And it was near as known as he,

For it dealt death to Rezyl’s foes

And kept his people free.

Once, he thought to hunt a Kell,

To his wary Ghost’s dismay,

So he hatched a daring plan

Unheard of, to this day.

He let himself be captured,

Even let himself be slain!

When his killers marveled at their trophy,

Rezyl rose again.

The Kell had him in its four-armed grip,

Raised Rezyl’s conquered body high,

Then Rezyl’s Ghost revived him,

And the Kell’s plans went awry.

Rezyl’s cannon coughed but once,

Sent ether pouring from its throat,

And when the gathered Fallen charged him,

Arc-light washed away their hope.


He often led the pilgrim trains

That sought the City’s hopeful glow,

He saved as many as he could

Saved more than we shall ever know.

He grew weary nonetheless,

Of such small victories,

And often wondered what it would take

To bring the Darkness to its knees.

He never looked but far ahead,

Never dwelt on what he’d done,

For despite the pilgrims’ brave resolve,

He knew that death would someday come.

For strange things lingered in long-lost tales;

Horrors that refused to fade,

Nightmares that he’d never seen,

Monsters that lacked even a name.

And so it was, when Luna rose,

That Rezyl could not help but stare,

Perhaps he gazed upon its scars,

And saw himself reflected there.


At last, Rezyl sought the truth

Of tales he hoped were lies -

Luna called, and Rezyl went

To see the moon with his own eyes.

What he found there left him shaken,

Shafts and burrows gnawed in stone,

He worried that those whispered fears

Now called Luna home.

His Ghost alight, he traveled deep,

Ran past worms and moths and spores

Until he came upon a place

Barred by ancient, curving doors.

Deep within his aged bones,

He felt a presence drawing near,

And heard a whisper - not of glory,

But the keening trill of fear.

Metal screeched, and Rezyl spun,

He saw the ancient doors yawn wide,

A shape resolved within the air,

For something dwelt inside.

From the pit a woman rose,

Tattered rags about her face,

Around her wound a mantle dark,

Wove of cursed lace.

She floated there, beyond the gate,

And fixed him with her stare,

Then she turned and disappeared,

As though offering a dare.

His Ghost was wary, for they’d delved deep,

And now were far from Light,

But Rezyl, as was always true,

Would not give up the fight.

“Stay here,” he told his wary Ghost,

“And should I fall then flee,

For I am but a single man,

And our cause has need of thee.

“Warn the City of what we’ve found,

Tell them Pirates aren’t the worst,

For deep within our moon’s torn flesh,

We’ve found an even darker curse.”

The Titan stood, embraced the night,

Valiantly he crossed the gate,

All around him, Darkness thickened,

As he strode onwards to his fate.

Time stopped - or rather, it stretched on

While Rezyl sought his foe;

That wicked woman, wrapped in night,

That harbinger of woe.

In that place of endless night,

He could but sense the witch,

With bullet-spark he chased her down,

Through caves as black as pitch.

She choked him with her magics dark,

Rezyl shuddered at her call,

He found he could not move an inch -

The demon had him in her thrall.

Inferno was his answer, then,

His mighty rifle roared and spat,

Illuminated with hot lead

That fiend the Dark itself begat.

Up she loomed, that wicked thing,

As though she’d won herself a bet,

As though she’d brought the Titan there,

And now her trap was set.

She laughed, and laughed, and Rezyl flinched,

For every writhing word brought pain,

He felt her screams saw at his bones,

And burrow towards his brain.

She whispered words in Rezyl’s ear,

In the way a lover might;

But promised pain and endless sorrow,

Promised ever-falling night.

“I am Xyor,” hissed the witch,

“She who’ll show you to your grave,

Betrothed, Blessed; my dear, sweet thing,

I’m the storm that you must brave.”

His ears bled crimson at her voice,

As all around him terrors woke,

Fiends that hid beyond the light

And hungered for his hope.

Rezyl tensed, his rifle close,

He’d heard the torture on her tongue,

Felt pain embrace his ancient bones -

And knew he could not run.

From deep within that hellish pit,

A flood of horrors now arose,

Birthed from sorrowed, shadowed night

They chittered as they closed.

Rezyl stood, a wall of might,

Against him crashed the snarling wave,

Inferno broke their crushing strength,

Left countless dead in dusty graves.

Then at last, the trigger clicked,

Inferno gave its final gasp,

And Rezyl fought with fists alone,

And skulls cracked in his grasp.

Around his body talons closed,

So Rezyl spun, then drew -

From his hip he pulled his Rose -

His cannon always saw him through.

He killed and killed, his Rose ablaze,

Around him demons wailed and fell,

All the while the witch did watch,

As though she wove a silent spell.

Then she shrieked, and the flood let up,

At once the chittering was done,

Rezyl stood and caught his breath

For he knew he’d not yet won.

Steps rang out against the night,

A shape approached him from the deep,

A mass of ornate, armored bone,

A nightmare woken from its sleep.

Even doughty Rezyl paused

As it lumbered into view

It carried in its massive claw

A wicked sword to run him through.

Perhaps it had been valiant once,

A hero to its kind,

Perhaps, like Rezyl, it was old,

And to combat was resigned.

He faced the monster, head held high,

And could not stop his grin,

He’d come to find the dark unknown -

Instead it had found him.

Perhaps within, he himself

Had heard a whispered voice

A buried cry that howled ‘good!’

And reveled in his choice.

The creature roared, and Rezyl shot,

His Rose kicked in his palm,

He fanned the hammer, fast and sure,

As the demon witch looked on.

A shield it conjured, black as night,

Blocked the bullets from his Rose,

They fell, harmless, to the stones

That paved the catacomb.

Its magic faltered, the black shield waned,

His foe lifted its sword apace,

Rezyl growled at the sight

Of the doom he’d been reborn to face.

The battle-cry of demon spawn

Echoed in immortal ears,

Rezyl’s challenge rang out bright,

And he charged to meet his fears.

We know not what happened then,

‘Til Rezyl found his wary Ghost,

For of his mortal battle,

Rezyl would not boast.

Rezyl lived, that much is sure,

Survived both witch and wicked knight,

But unknowingly brought with him

The witch’s clawing blight.

He never spoke of her demise,

Never claimed he’d torn her down,

Perhaps within that ancient pit,

Rezyl’s fate was caught and bound.

Inferno’s end remains unknown,

The mighty rifle Darkness stole,

Perhaps the witch still holds it,

And through her pit it now patrols.

It matters not, for we know this:

In that place of grim repose,

Rezyl sat, and without a thought

He tended to his Rose.

Taking spoils from his test,

Rezyl grafted bones to steel,

Until chiton crowned his Rose

And its flower was concealed.

You know just how this story ends,

With a mighty hero left unmourned,

With whispered nightmares brought to life,

With the jagged kiss of thorns.

- Cryptarch Records // Anonymous


Harry Styles could be easily described as a gentleman, sweet, loving and caring. No one in the public eye had caught him mad ever, even with all the hate he received daily. And to everyone he was always nice, his tone low, sweet, slow. His eyes evergreen, dimples showing. His mantra was “There is no need of violence when you can always talk things out.” A huge fan of peace.

You and Harry have been a couple for almost three years and two in the public eye. Those had been the weirdest yet happiest years of your life. Harry was the sweetest man alive, always worried about your safety, your confort. However he could not do much as you were hated as much as he was loved but you tried to push that aside and enjoy your road with him.

Right now the two of you were at a fancy restaurant, celebrating a friend´s birthday- well, Harry´s friend. You did not know anyone there, you could recognize some faces, yes, but no one to talk to, everyone was in their own world. Harry knows so many people that even after all the years you have known him, seemed like you just could not meet them all. You felt bad for Harry because he could not really enjoy the party, talk to his friends because he had to be with you, so you excused yourself to the toilet so he could talk to some of his friends.

Once you were out of it you stopped for a drink but before you could even take it a waiter approached you with another drink. “Excuse me Miss, the gentleman of that table send you this with a message.” The waiter politely handed you the napkin that could read “I know you think I am hot, you can meet me at the toilet right now and we could have the best night of your life.” You looked at him, he was young and definitely hot, but still creepy, so you told the waiter to give that man the drink back and to tell him that you had a boyfriend and were no interested in his offer.

Before you could even get an answer you ran directly to where Harry was, talking to a couple of friends “Rob and Janine” as they introduced themselves. You tried your best to keep the conversation but you could feel the man´s eyes on you all night, and you wished your dress would be a little less tight.

Now it was Harry´s turn to go to the washroom, and soon enough a couple of hands were holding you tight by the waist. It was him. He made you turn around so now you were facing his chest, his breathing in the back of your neck and you were too shocked to even move a muscle. “You better don´t try anything sweetheart, I have three of my best man near the men´s bathroom, and a single whine can make your dear boyfriend stay in the hospital for a whole month or even better, a free ticket to the grave.” He was leading you to the exit, while pretending that you were dancing. You didn´t want Harry to be hurt. Small sobs left your mouth as fear took over your body. “No, please, do not hurt him.” He laughed in the most evil way possible that only made you feel sick. “Oh love, is you that I want. I have been wanting you for me since the first time I laid my eyes on you. I am your biggest fan, I have tweeted you every single day, I have all your Instagram pictures in my phone, I even have an account about us, the only one getting in our way is that dork you call boyfriend, killing him would only make us a favor” You could only cry. Of course he was the stalker that never let you alone on any social network, you remember those sexual tweets, the horrid comments on Instagram, his phone number on any post you made. The threats to Harry on your feed. All from him.

The room was full but nobody noticed your fear. 

Soon you were outside and noticed Ruben, your bodyguard waiting for you and Harry and muttered a HELP ME without being noticed by the man that was pulling you inside a limo. Where are the paps now that they are needed you thought. But of course it had to be a private party at the outside of the city. 

Then everything happened fast. The stalker was now on the floor and Harry on the top of him hitting him hard, with so much rage, blood was coming out of the stalkers face. “YOU DO NOT TOUCH MY GIRLFRIEND EVER, YOU DO NOT TRY TO GET HER AWAY FROM ME, SICK IDIOT. LET. US. ALONE.” You wanted to stop him but were too shocked to. You searched for Ruben but he  was fighting with two men and one was lying on the floor. You looked back to Harry, his hands full of blood and you screamed… “HARRY, STOP, YOU ARE GONNA KILL HIM.” He heard your voice, so scared. He stopped punching the guy and looked at you, so vulnerable and crying that he felt like crying too. “Oh love.”

He had seen it all. When the man pulled you to dance but thought he was a friend, then he noticed, how you were dragged out of the restaurant. A man tried to grab him but Harry was faster, once he was out he noticed how you muttered HELP and ran over the guy as Ruben took the three guys behind Harry. God, he felt furious, rage, anger but most of all fear, the fear of losing his love, the air he needed to breath, his other half and the only way he found to express that was to punch the one that tried to take you away from him. He had never felt that way, so vulnerable himself. He could not bear it. And that is when he noticed how much he really needed you, your angelic voice, your laugh, your eyes and hair, your love.

He could never make it without you.

Everybody’s making all these heart-warming Eri scenarios and headcanons

Eri suspiciously not having a birth certificate —

  • No basis for Overhaul’s claim of her being his “daughter”
  • No investigation done by the Pro Heroes, or rather they can’t find any info on her origins

Eri having a blood-related Quirk —

  • Chizome’s Quirk having the ability to stun or stop someone using their blood
  • Chizome’s parents suddenly dying while he’s training himself for villainy
  • The very real possibility they may have left an orphan baby before they mysteriously died
  • Chizome not knowing he has a little sister

Eri’s body being reconstructed too much  —

  • Overhaul can fuse a person with a freaking tire to fix them up
  • Where does Overhaul get the replacement parts for Eri?
  • From objects? From other people?
  • With all the reconstruction she’s going through, which parts of her are still her?

I like thinking about the possibility that Eri and Stain may be related. It was never mentioned how his parents died, just that they died and it was totally unrelated to his path to villainy. Probably his parents had disowned him at that point and wanted a new child to make up for the “loss”.

The Yakuza also has strong connections in the business side of the world. What are the odds they keep track of all the babies that gets birthed and gets tested for Quirk analysis? Some babies also manifest their Quirks on Day 1, and with a Quirk taking effect through blood, it’s possible Eri’s Quirk was detected as soon as she came to their world. It was only a matter of time before the Yakuza “cleaned up” her parents and take her as their own.

Aside from that it could be a possible redeeming point for Stain if ever he gets to save her maybe not in this arc, maybe in the far future. After all he doesn’t believe in using others for personal gain and Eri is an innocent child, both things he stands strongly for.

In the end, this is all not going to happen but if it does I’m going to laugh all the way to my grave

the signs as people i’ve met part II

- crybaby cry
- sexually very frustrated till the grave
- you talk constantly so ppl won’t notice when you actually say something important
- your music taste is surprising, not at all what people would expect of you
- you have a wicked way of convincing people to do the dumbest shit

- less deep and more ordinary than you set yourself out to be
- you can’t stop getting more pets in the house
- you cheat at board games 
- your house has one of the best yards ever, everybody loves it there
- chill on the outside, on fire on the inside

- lmao (laughing my anxiety off)
- god forbid you admit you’re wrong
- you express your emotions in a thousand different ways but none of them are really working out for you
- you can actually do math and taxes
- you have an incomprehensible amount of sneakers

- k-pop fan (don’t fight it)
- you definitely should pick up your damn phone more often
- you’re a fast walker
- your friends feel like they know your family just by the funny stories you tell them, even if they’ve never met each other
- you like to have dinner and dessert at the same time on the same plate

- sometimes you feel inevitably lonely and dependable
- you collect whatever you are passionate about or whatever makes your room look good
- you daydream about being taken certain places
- you always take pics of yourself hugging your cat
- you go overboard on emojis

- big time stalker yet all your crushes suck
- you have a hard time looking people in the eye and prefer to stare intensely when they’re looking away
- you have strong goth tendencies
- you can’t stand having ppl mad at you, even when u screw up big time
- you will remain to be as entertained watching the same movie for the 17th time as you were in the 1st

- you make it seem like your biggest achievement is nothing so ppl can hover over you
- you love fruit, you bring them everywhere
- your cellphone password is 0000
- you push people to talk more just to see how far they can go, often regretting what you get
- you feel the need to make friends everywhere you go

- you say you’re not gonna study for a test but let’s be honest u can study for hours and always try really hard
- you do many other things when you’re driving such as cursing people on the streets and other fellow drivers behind their backs
- you get very mad when people ignore you
- you mean what you say and say what you mean
- everybody comes to you for advice. no wonder

- you accumulate loads and loads of shit bc you think you’ll need it / miss it later
- you will scream at strangers if necessary
- you crave the aux cord. a carefully made playlist also works
- you do things unintendedly and then pretend as if it was part of the plan all along
- you feel really, really sad before you fall asleep

- you are able to scare people off, for better or worst
- you’re quick to acknowledge when you’re wrong and apologize
- you’re sassy AF, especially when drunk
- your mind runs in all caps
- you genuinely do watch the 8 minute youtube video your friend just sent you

- legit like when people throw shade at you, it makes you feel important somehow
- a lover of soft things
- wherever there’s weed there you are
- you can never get enough of bath bombs
- you enjoy a good outdoor hike

- you can go so quick from loving all your clothes to madly hating them in a second, back and forth
- reality for you is what you make of it
- you need to be told and told again
- you are more avaliable on text than irl
- all you need out of life is a hot shower and willpower


Rainy Walk


Reacting To Youtubers Instragram




Reunited (Smut)

Reunited With My Boys

Revenge Is Coming

Roadtrip To The Shire

Rubik’s Cube

Ruined Surprise


Same Old Love

Scars And Their Stories

Seat Buddies


Secrets, Secrets, Secrets


Seven Days

Shaken Up

She Just Lives Here (Part 2 of There’s Always My Place)

She Left

She’s Not Afraid

She’s Safe

Shocking Lie Detector

Shoutout To My Ex


Sketch Worthy Face

Skip The Gym

Snapchat’s From The Club

Sneaking Around

Some Birthday

Some Secrets

Sometimes I Wish

Special Ornament



Spilling To A Stranger

Spin The Bottle


Star Gazing

Stay And Watch?

Steady Heart Beat

Still Coming Over?

Stop Laughing

Straightforward Is Best

Strip Studying

Stuck In The Lift

Stuck In Traffic

Stuck With Me



T-Shirt Reveal

Take Care Of You

Take You Home

Taking Joe’s Place

Teach Us Your Ways (Loose Part 2 of Hiding Something)


Text From An Ex

Tell Him

Tell Me A Story

Tell Me And I’ll Leave

Telling Caspar

The 1975 Concert

The Attractive Waiter

The Best Nurse

The Boys Find Out

The Boys Find Out - Alternative Version

The Boys Step In

The Consequence (Part 2 of The Rules Need To Change)

The Dress

The Fans Ship It

The Game

The Heart Wants What It Wants

The Last Post

The Last Video

The Letter (Part 2 of Last Walk Through)

The Little Things

The Red Dress (Jack Maynard/OC Smut)

The Right Occasion

The Rules Need To Change

The Ship Is Real

The Taxi Driver

The Tinder Plan

The Voice She Couldn’t Find

The Way She Loved Him

The World Is Spinning

The Wrong Team

Their Own Way

There’s Always My Place

There’s Nothing To Eat Here

They Don’t Know

They’re All Mental

They’ve Been Talking Again (Part 2 of Assumptions)

They’ve Figured It Out

This Is My Version



Tickles And Accents

Time Off

Time To Wake Up

Tinder Date


To Be With Him

Together And Apart

Tour Guide

Tour Presents

Travel Sickness


Trouble Sleeping

Truth Or Dare

Try Not To Laugh Challenge

Trying To Put Me In An Early Grave?

Tully’s Halloween Farm

Twin Senses


Unexpected Hate



Use Me

Visit To London

Walk Home

We Need To Break Up

We Stand With

We Won’t Tell

We’ll Make It Work (Joeck) Part 1

We’ll Make It Work (Joeck) Part 2/Cut Scene

We’ll Make It Work (Joeck) Part 3

We’ll Make It Work (Joeck) Part 4

We’ll Make It Work (Joeck) Part 5

Week With The Suggs

Welcome Home

Welcome To The Family

Wembley Cup

What Are Friends For

What Did He Do

What He Was Doing There (Part 2 of What Is He Doing Here)

What Is He Doing Here

What You Actually Desired

What You Do To Me

When It Happened

Who Likes Me?

Whole Again

Why Don’t You Kiss Her?

Why Should It Matter?

Will You Be My Girlfriend?

Winter Wonderland

Work On It (Part 2 of Busy)

Worried Tweets

Worth It

Wrapping Talk

You Aren’t Supposed To Be Home

You Chapman’s Are Weird

You Could Leave Some Stuff Here

You Look Fine

You Two Are Adorable

You Were Too Hot

You’ll Leave Me

You’ll Survive One Night

You’re An Idiot

You’re Here (Part 2 of A Memorable Trip)

You’re Sorry?!

You’re Staring Again

You’re Wearing That?

Your Song

Youtuber Sleepover

Zoella Apartment Tour

dont-touch-my-sons  asked:

9 for whatever you first get inspiration for!

From this list of soulmate AUs. Have some queerplatonic HeiShin. Unrevised.

9 the one where your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your body.

“See ya, Kudou.”

Sometimes, when Shinichi is feeling especially morbid, he looks at those words carved on his chest. If he looks down, he can just see the characters raised above the skin of his heart like some kind of warning. “See ya, Kudou.” It’s an Osakan dialect contraction. Shinichi doesn’t even know anyone from Osaka. It doesn’t stop him from looking at it though, tracing the kana, hoping to find meaning in it.

He hasn’t yet, and it’s been years since it appeared. Hard to find meaning in a casual goodbye. Only they must be on good terms if his soulmate is so casual on his deathbed. That’s about the only thing he can take from it.

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The Signs As My Chemical Romance Lyrics

Aries- “See the rust through your playground eyes”

Taurus- “All the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me”

Gemini- “We’re both two men as God had made us”

Cancer- “Tell me I’m an angel, take this to my grave”

Leo- “You only hear the music when your heart begins to break”

Virgo- “I choose defeat, I walk away”

Libra- “This ain’t about all the friends you made, but the graffiti they write on your grave”

Scorpio- “If life ain’t just a joke then why are we laughing”

Sagittarius- “And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard”

Capricorn- “Don’t you breathe for me, undeserving of your sympathy”

Aquarius- “So sick of all the needless beating”

Pisces- “Let me be the one to save you”

A Little Gravebone Thing...

@wolfydrawings prompted me:

‘Malevolent psychic parasite. Any context’

So my brain now sees that and thinks ‘OBSCURUS’ and I want to be more hard sci-fi with this prompt but also CREDENCE *flails*

“What… what I have inside me…” Credence’s voice cracks a little as he speaks. Not surprising; he’s been silent nearly two days. That generally used to be easier. Seen and not heard. And because not heard, because it was all inside, not seen either.

It actually hurts a little, his tongue moving in his mouth, tearing away, dry.

And now Percival is looking at him, eyes wide, breath caught like he’s afraid.

But Percival has been looking at Credence like that ever since Credence found him.

And he is right to be afraid. Credence didn’t track him down to be nice. Credence didn’t hunt that scent – that scent, the smell of his neck, the collar of his soft coat, he’d wrapped it round Credence’s shoulders once, just for a little, smoke and ash – all the way to these dark, northern forests just to make conversation.

“You wanted it,” Credence finishes. He swallows, dry, and rubs a hand against the side of his head. This made more sense when he was rage, when he was fire and obliteration, soaring.

There’s a rattling noise, Percival’s chains shifting. He’s getting to his knees.

Credence made sure there was room for that. Being bound down so tight you can’t shift your posture hurts so much worse.

But he wants Percival to hurt, doesn’t he?

“Hey,” the voice is low, soft. Dry too – did Credence remember to bring either of them water?

“Hey, listen, kid?”

“You know my name!”

“I don’t know your name, OK? We met those two times, do you remember? You gave me a leaflet, talked to me about witches and how… well I guess your view on that’s changed, somehow, right? And then that time, that car splashed you, splashed us both and there was a cup of coffee, I thought, there’s a kid that needs something warm inside, I know how that feels, OK?”

Credence tilts his head, stares at the man on his knees in front of him. They’re still in the tiny cabin on the mountain, the chest where Percival had been is still open, and Credence didn’t gather any wood or set up any candles but there are all these little lights around them, floating, illuminating it just as much as he needs.

“You sound like him,” Credence says, and narrows his eyes. “If he hadn’t sounded like you, if it wasn’t for you, I would never have gone to him without realising, I would never have…” Tears rise up, hot, fierce, horrible, and it all swells up, dark, rushing.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Some of Newt's creatures get loose at MACUSA and cause hilarious chaos. Everyone is busy trying to help Newt wrangle the creatures when the sound of a deep voice laughing whole heartedly fills the air. Everyone is stunned to see none other that Percival Graves, newly back at work, laughing in pure mirth with some of Newt's creatures wrapped around him vying for his attention. Newt indefinitely likes the way Percival looks when he smiles wants to make Percival smile more often.

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Dark as roses, fine as sand
Feel your healing and your sting again
I hear you laughing and my soul is saved
On forgotten graves you cry

Crawl like ivy up my spine
Through my nerves and into my eyes
Cuts like anguish
Or recollections of better days gone by

But its all right
When you’re caught in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Its all right
When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
Its all right
Though your gardens grey
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
In the sweet sunshower

It's kinda​ obvious, actually

Newt is not very good reading people, he’s an expert in magical creatures, sure, but that’s it. People are complicated because they are unpredictable, they usually say the opposite of what they're​ feeling or prefer to remain silent about their thoughts.

So Newt has given up on them for a long time. He has decided to focus only on his creatures. But sometimes, like now, he thinks he can guess what a particular person is thinking, sure he’s not Queenie Goldstein, but he can interpret certain behavior and make a quick deduction of it. It must be like he does with his creatures, right?

So he truly believes he has gotten it right this time. He’s sure Percival Graves hates him. He doesn’t know why though, but he knows the Director does not like him at all.

And he has plenty of evidence to support that fact.

It’s been from the beginning. When he arrived MACUSA looking for Tina, he found the man on his way to Tina’s office and introduced himself with a smile on his face. But Graves looked at him almost in shock and didn’t shake the hand Newt was offering. So Newt decided to turn around and run away from him.

So he has decided to avoid him as much as possible.


Newt accepts the job Picquery offers him because he enjoys being in New York and really likes being around Tina, Queenie and Jacob. But part of him thinks it’s a very bad idea.

Because when he goes to the President’s office, she’s not the only one in there, Graves is standing in a corner watching the whole exchange.

“What do you think, Mr Scamander?” Seraphina Picquery asks with a particularly​ kind smile on her face. Every now and then her glance lands on something behind Newt and he’s sure she’s looking at Graves.

“I-I mean… I appreciate your offer, but I have to travel constantly because of what I do and I don’t think I can stay in just one-” Newt gasps, because suddenly Mr Graves apparates beside him, so close he can feel the heat coming from his body. After the corner of his eye, he notices the wizard is tense. He has the impression is because Graves doesn’t want him there.

Picquery looks at the Director and rolls her eyes before glancing back at Newt.

“Don’t worry, Mr Scamander. You'll​ be free to go when you need to, just make sure to inform… Mr Graves before you go and return to your duties in MACUSA as soon as you can,” she says.

“Really?” Newt is so excited because no one has been this comprehensive before. He has been able to get a stable job because of that. Theseus will be so happy to hear that. “Well… if that’s the case… I accept.”

Graves relaxes or maybe that’s just Newt’s imagination playing tricks on him.

“Great, now Mr Graves will show you around and he’ll tell you about your duties,” she says and waves her hand. “You two are dismissed.”

When they’re alone though, Newt doesn’t let Graves talk, he refuses to be a bother and doesn’t want the Director to hate him more than he already does.

“Don’t worry, Mr Graves, I’ll ask Tina,” he tells him and he's​ sure it’s the right decision because the man frowns as soon as he finishes to talk.

He walks away, he definitely doesn’t run this time.


Newt’s given an office near Graves’, but he doesn’t use it, he spends the majority of his time with Tina. Or at least he used to until Graves shows up in the office and basically yanks him away from there.

“You enjoy being a distraction, don’t you Mr Scamander?” Graves asks and it’s the first time Newt sees the way his lips are quirking up. He wonders if the man is mocking him.

“N-no, of course not!” He gasps almost offended.

Graves laughs and Newt manages not to look as shocked as he feels.

“Well… Since you seem to despise being in your own office, how about you become my own… distraction for the rest of the day?”

Newt blushes and avoids his eyes. He feels his cheeks burning; he’s aware that Mr Graves only wants to be with him to keep an eye on him and his case.

“Alright,” he says, hating the way his voice sounds.

It’s a disaster; his Niffler escapes and takes Graves’ watch and by trying to catch him, Newt ends up falling all over the auror, with the damned thief in his hands, his face inches away from the Director and their legs intertwined. He tries to move away, but it’s very difficult with the creature in his hands. Newt suddenly feels Graves’ wand poking his leg.

He stops when two hands grab his hips almost possessively. Newt looks up and notices Graves flushed face and the way his eyes are closed and his teeth are gritted.

He must be furious.

“Please, Newt… stop,” Graves gasps.

It’s the first time he has called him by his given name.

Newt does as he’s told and Graves opens his eyes and stares at him for a couple of seconds before rolling them both over so he’s the one on top.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes.

Newt blushes. Graves is definitely mad at him, only this time he doesn’t blame him.

“I’m sorry,” Newt says and he really means it.

Instead of rising, Graves leans in. Newt thinks he’s going to yell at him, but then someone knocks and the Director is suddenly standing beside him. Newt doesn’t notice when the man offers him a hand and he stands on his own, he decides to get in his case with the Niffler.


There’s also the way Graves is always looking at him, it’s an intense gaze that doesn’t go away unless someone else snaps the Director out of it.

It happens also when they are on a meeting and Newt wishes Graves stopped because he’s just everyone knows by now their Director is not a fan of his.

One day while he’s feeding his creatures, Tina reminds him they have to go to a meeting, he says he knows and he’ll be there, the problem is Dougal is not feeling well, so he stays until the demiguise falls asleep.

He’s late for the meeting, but he manages to sneak in the room without anyone noticing… The problem is that Graves is the one speaking at the moment and he stops once his eyes land on Newt and follow him around the place until the younger wizard sits next to Tina.

Newt can feel all the eyes on him, but he refuses to move his gaze from his own hands on his lap.

“You were saying, Mr Graves?” Madam Picquery clears her throat.

“Oh, yes, about the information we got from the goblin,” the auror continues, looking flustered for some reason.

He avoids Newt’s eyes for the rest of the meeting.


“You couldn’t be more mistaken, sweetie,” Queenie comments during lunch.

Newt blushes, he has been thinking about Graves and how much the man dislikes him.

“It’s quite the opposite, actually,” the witch giggles.

Newt looks at her, confused. What does she mean by the opposite?

He doesn’t believe her. Because if Graves doesn’t hate him then why he’s so grumpy all the time Newt’s around?

Like when Tina and him were talking about Dougal’s sickness and she hugged him to cheer him up and Graves just glared at them for a couple of seconds.

Or when Richards thanked him for helping him with pixies on his kitchen. He kissed him on the forehead while telling him he was the best thing on earth.

Newt swears he heard Graves growling behind them.

“Well… darling while I agree Mr Graves was definitely angry I can assure you he was not angry with you,” Queenie tells him with a mischievous grin on her face.

Newt doesn’t believe her.


Graves is usually opposed to the idea of letting Newt to go out and help them arrest wizards. But sometimes he has to, when there are dangerous creatures involved and he’s the only one who knows how to control them.

Graves stays close to him all the time though and they start to make a oddly good team.

That is until Newt disobeys one of the Director’s orders and runs towards the wampus to try to heal him. He manages to do it eventually, but not without getting himself injured. It’s not something to worry about, but Graves loses it, he rushes towards him. Newt tries to move, arguing he’s perfectly fine, but the auror keeps him in place, grabbing him by the waist.

“You’re hurt,” he almost growls, angry and scared.

Newt opens his mouth to protest, but the wizard bares his teeth at him.

“Don’t move until I tell you to,” he hisses and starts to check his wounds. But even though he looks irritated, his hands are gentle and kind when he starts to mutter healing spells.

When he finishes he presses their foreheads together and stares at Newt in the eyes. He looks calmed, but there’s a fierce determination in his face.

“If you do something as reckless as you did today, if you keep not caring about your own life, I swear Newt I’ll take you to my home and lock you in my bedroom forever, are we clear?” Graves​ whispers and the only thing Newt manages to do is nod.


When they have news about Grindelwald’s followers, Graves starts behaving even weirder than before.

He seems to appear anywhere Newt is at the time and looks at him like he wants to learn him by heart.

Then, one night, when he's​ about to go with the Goldsteins, Graves corners him. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days and the desperation on his face is almost palpable.

“Move in with me,” he gasps, the words come out of his mouth like something between an order and a plea.

“What?” Newt squeaks and he blushes when the auror leans in, burning his face in the crook of Newt’s neck.

“Please,” he begs this time. “Or at least allow me to follow you, to put a protection charm around you or just let me… please.”

Newt blinks a few times, before making sure he’s not dreaming.

“You’re… worried?” He asks and when he sees Graves nod he adds: “But I thought you hated me!”

“Hate you?” Graves looks up and frowns. “Who told you that? Newt, I’ve been in love with you since I met you!”

“Oh…” It’s everything he says. His heart is beating inside his chest like a drum.

“And I thought it was obvious,” Graves continues, amused.

Newt chuckles, flustered. Graves seems encouraged by his reaction because he kisses him on the neck, tracing a path up to his lips. But he stops before kissing his mouth and waits for permission.

Newt whines out of impatience and closes the distance between them. Graves moans and licks his lower lip until the younger wizard parts his lips.

“Move in with me?” Graves asks again, taking the man by the waist and pulling him closer.

“Yes,” Newt answers, breathless. “But we’ll definitely have to talk about those protection charms. Because I don’t need them.”

“Fine, my darling,” Graves purrs and Newt almost melts at the word. “But then you’ll have to let me be with you all the time, so I can protect you myself.”

“That’s not necessary, Percy,” he gasps, distracted by Percival’s teeth on his neck.

“It is, but we’ll discuss it later,” the auror whispers.

Newt sighs, knowing that man will drive him insane. What he just got himself into?

All I know Is

In the last two seasons of The Flash, episode 21 has always been a very Westallen filled episode. They have also been episodes that have always reinforced the love that Barry Allen and Iris West shared and provided us with scenes that proves they are meant to be and Iris is his lightning rod. 1x21 was when we are first introduced to Grodd and Iris confronts Barry for lying about being The Flash, this is still one of my favorite episodes. I loved everything Iris did in that ep and we got that amazing scene of her voice breaking Barry out of Grodd’s mind control. 2x21 we got Barry being stuck in the speedforce and Iris and Cisco working together to get him out. This is also one of my favorite eps, this ep made me laugh, cry, and smile like an idiot. It gave us Irisco, and it gave us the iconic scene of Iris bringing Barry out of the speedforce, and later at Nora’s grave. Now with all that being said, this year with episode 21 being a lighter tone (for some reason), and it also being the episode where we find out why Savitar is the way he is, I am still expecting for it to be Westallen filled and I still want their to be a scene where we reinforce Barry and Iris’s love for each other. All in all episode 21 is usually always big for Westallen and I think this year it will be as well. 

Someone Like You- Percival Graves

Originally posted by nifflersandmooncows

Pairing: Percival/OC

Request: “anonymous asked:

Or something for New Year’s since that’s around the corner! Working late on New Year’s Eve, walking our dear reader home because it’s late and people are crazy in New York on NYE … and someone realizes it’s midnight, and of course you have to kiss someone at midnight, don’t you?”


A/N: Alright so…I know Graves comes off as this serious, big grump. But I’m convinced he’s actually a softie deep down and just once someone to care about. So you know. Here it is. Tis the season. PS- Please send more Xmas themed ideas because I love them.

All evening, I’d been listening to the sounds of laughter and chatter as people walked past my office door. Some of them poked their heads inside, flashing me a smile and wishing me a Happy New Year. Others, like Tina, had meandered inside and begged me to come out and celebrate. She and Queenie were planning on drinking coco on the rooftop of their apartment building while they watched the no-maj fireworks. I declined her offer with a tired smile, claiming I had too much work to finish. She hadn’t looked surprised…it was the same answer I almost always gave.

I didn’t want to tell her the truth, to unload the pitiful reasoning as to why I didn’t enjoy holidays. Especially Christmas and New Years Eve. My parents had both passed away years ago, at different times and for different reasons. They had no siblings, and I had no siblings either. Which meant I’d been without a family for almost a decade now. Naturally, I’d thrown myself into work in order to fill that void. I had first joined the Investigations Department, a subdivision of the Auror Office, right after leaving Ilvermorny. Last year, I became Deputy Director…a position I loved and was proud of. To me, there was little that was more rewarding than bringing in dark, dangerous wizards off the streets.

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We’ll See- Regulus Black imagine

Request: Hey love can I have a Regulus Black oneshot? Where u are a pure blood slytherin and Have been pretty good friends with him since you were little. Anyways you guys get Into an argument (for whatever reason you want) and he eventually just pushes you up against the wall and snogs you.

*Includes some jealous!Regulus because I can’t help myself*


Regulus was irritated today. You weren’t sure why, but the best bet for this kind of mood was his brother. Ever since Sirius ran away, Regulus had been snappy with people. He played it off as…almost grateful for his brother leaving, but you knew it actually bothered him.

You entered the dim common room after a long day of classes only to see Regulus brooding on the couch, leaned over himself with his chin in his palm, staring into the charmed green flames. The familiar Black Family ring twinkled on his middle finger, the onyx gem reflecting the flames before him.

You cleared your throat and only Regulus’ eyes moved to greet you. His jaw twitched as you neared ever closer. You shrugged off your school bag and robe, draping them over the back of the couch. Regulus inched away as you sat down without a word to him for a while.

“Evening, Y/N.” Regulus finally said in monotone. Your lips perked upwards.

“Evening, Regulus…” You took a silent, deep breath and decided to press him, “Anything wrong?”


“That’s a very vague answer.”

“That was a very vague question.” His teeth gritted together. It frightened you to an extent to see him like this. You shifted so you face him fully.

“Regulus, please tell me what’s bothering you.” You pleaded, placing a hand over his forearm. Regulus jumped to his feet, causing you to recoil away from him with a soft gasp. You fought the urge to roll your eyes and followed him to where he stood in front of a window opened towards the middle of the lake. You stood a ways behind him, glaring at the back of his head. He was so dramatic sometimes.

“You want to know what’s bothering me, Y/N?”

“Of course I do.” You didn’t miss a beat. “You’re kind of my best friend.” You scoffed. Regulus spun on his heels to face you with a grave glare.

“Since you insist. Y/N, I know you fancy my brother.”

If you had a drink in your mouth, it would have been spit out all over the floor. Your eyes widened further than you thought possible.

“W-what!” You wanted to laugh. He couldn’t possibly think that. Regulus’ snarl deepened.

“You’ve been asking about him all week. You watch him whenever he’s around. You haven’t even asked me how I’m doing until now.”

“Because you haven’t let me get close to you!” You placed your hands on your hips. Regulus searched your face for a few seconds before speaking again.

“I…” Regulus stammered. His expression sank; it looked like he was thinking about his next words carefully. He met your eye and you felt your chest squeeze at the look behind it. His face was set hard. “Damn it all–” He closed the distance between you and captured your face in his hands.

You didn’t have time to react, only time to go along with it 100-percent.

His lips were firm against yours, not really gentle, but you knew the feeling behind it was genuine. Your hands automatically found their way behind his neck to pull him closer. Regulus’ own hand sank lower to your hips and held you there. You didn’t notice how aggressive it all was until your back pressed against the cold stones of the dungeon common room. He was your best friend, what were you doing!

“Regulus-” You gasped against the boy’s lips. Regulus abruptly pushed himself away, but kept a firm grip on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” His face was soft now, and you noticed how his eyes were tearing up. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” He released you and brushed past you to sit on the couch again, tapping his foot on the ground and opening his arms across the back of the couch. He held his chin in his hands as if he were anxious.

“No, no. Don’t be. You have reason to be upset.” You attempted to calm your voice as you spoke. His unannounced kiss was playing your nerves even now.

“Merlin, Y/N….I just snogged you!” He sat up in the midst of his thoughts. You sharply let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding and nodded your head when Regulus looked up to you.

“You did. And it was quite…er…”

“Lovely?” Regulus sounded a bit hopeful.

“I was going to say aggressive, but ‘lovely’ does the trick too.” You laughed a little. You felt better when Regulus joined you. It was a nice change from his solemn attitude of the previous days. Regulus patted the spot next to him on the couch, and you obliged. He was blushing, but you weren’t going to embarrass him further. Instead, you hugged him.

“Things will get better, Reg. I promise.”

“I know.” Regulus sighed into your hair.

“I just need to know, that you know, that you can trust me with everything, alright?” You leaned backwards to give Regulus a pointed look. He grinned.

“I know that too, Y/N.” His grin grew as he met your eye. “Could we snog again too?”

You couldn’t stop a loud laugh from leaving your mouth. “We’ll see.”


Thanks for requesting! (Sorry for the wait…)

anonymous asked:

I once stayed at a hotel with an indoor pool and it was so fun. We played in it pretty much all night, until I really had to go. So I get out, and cautiously make my way to the toilets, when suddenly...IT HAPPENS. I shit my pants. Now mortified by this grave turn of events, I hasten my way, only to find my trunks were empty when I get there. On the way back, I see the building manager yelling at some dude with a dog and scrubbing the floor. Mfw...

Omfg XD that is gold!! I am so sorry you had to go through that, but reading it made me laugh haha. This is why you should never go near water. Water is the enemy XD

Dresden Files, First Glance
  • Storm Front: I heard the mailman approach my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn't sound right. His foot steps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door, then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed.
  • Fool Moon: I never used to keep track of the phases of the moon. So I didn't know what it was one night shy of being full when a young woman sat down across from me in McAnally's pub and asked me to tell her all about something that could get her killed.
  • Grave Peril: There are reasons I hate to drive fast. For one, the Blue Beetle, the mismatched Volkwagen bug that I putter around in, rattles and groans dangerously at anything above sixty miles an hour. For another, I don't get along so well with technology. Anything manufactured after about World War II seems to be susceptible to abrupt malfunction when I get close to it. As a rule, when I drive, I drive very carefully and sensibly.
  • Summer Knight: It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.
  • Death Masks: Somethings things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.
  • Wizards and television.
  • Blood Rites: The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault.
  • Dead Beat: On the whole, we're a murderous race.
  • Proven Guilty: Blood leaves no stain on a Warden's grey cloak.
  • White Night: Many things are not as they seem: The worst things in life never are.
  • Small Favor: Winter came early this year; it should of been a tip-off.
  • Turn Coat: The summer sun was busy broiling the asphalt from Chicago's streets, the agony in my head had kept me horizontal for half a day, and some idiot was pounding on my apartment door.
  • Changes: I answered the phone, and Susan Rodriguez said, "They've taken our daughter."
  • I sat there for a long five count, swallowed, and said, "Um. What?"
  • Ghost Story: Life is hard.
  • Dying's easy.
  • So many things must align in order to create life. It has to happen in a place that supports life, something approximately as rare as hen's teeth, from the perspective of the universe. Parents, in whatever form, have to come together for it to begin. From conception to birth, any number of hazards can end a life. And that's to say nothing of all the attention and energy required to care for a new life unitl it is old enough to look after itself.
  • Cold Days: Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, monarch of the Winter Court of the Sidhe, has unique ideas regarding physical therapy.
  • Skin Games: A good con doesn't just happen.
  • It's all about setup.
  • Let's rewind.
  • Peace Talks: My brother ruined a perfectly good run by saying, "Justine is pregnant."

Chris Cornell - Sunshower

Dark as roses
Fine as sand
Fell your healing
And your sting again
hear you laughing
And my soul is saved
On forgotten graves you cryCrawl like ivy
Up my spine
Through my nerves
And into my eyes
Cuts like anguish
Or recollections
Of better days gone byBut it’s all right
When you’re caught in pain
And you feel the rain come down
It’s all right
When you find you way
Then you see it disappear
It’s all right
Though your garden’s gray
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
In a sweet sunshowerEyes like oceans
So far away
A feather trail
To a better way
Worried mornings turn
Into days
Then into worried nights
But it’s all right
All you’ll be you are today