On the news they were discussing de-radicalisation, but if you're fucked up enough to target young children then you are beyond repair? It needs to be stopped before it can be started, and I'm dreading the next few days when we have to hear news of racist bigots attacking mosques and Muslim owned businesses because of one sick individual who mistakenly identified as one. It's disrespectful to the people who have died, hurting and killing more innocent people in their name.
De-radicalisation feels like the wrong place to focus. Once you’re at that point, I don’t think there’s anything that could reverse that mentality.
I agree, it needs to be caught in the early stages, when the warning signs first start appearing. You know like, these people are always “known about” or “on the radar of the special services” - so if they’re known about, that’s when intervention needs to happen. They don’t need to just be watched from a distance, actual action needs to be taken to stop the progression of further radicalisation. They need to use the small fish that they have on their watch lists to catch the big fish that are the ones recruiting these people. They need to use them to figure out how they’re recruiting these people.
Yeah the attacks on innocent muslims and also people that look like they could be Muslim that always follow these tragedies always breaks my heart. Fuck man. There’s just too much violence. Too much animosity and hate.
If you like a response I made, you are more than allowed to just take it and make it into a thread. Some of you do this already, but others might need a bit of a verbal confirmation to let them know that they are more than allowed to do so. When I put a lot of effort into something, I really do enjoy when it sparks the need to turn things into threads with people. Whatever random situation I put our muses in normally something that I’ve wanted to write for a while, and I assume that you do too because you sent me the thing in the first place!
Write out a thing and tag me or mention me. I want to see where things go from there. Plus, who knows, if you wanted something with our muses, breaking the ice tends to make it easier to get that thing.
I just finished LOT season 1 and rewatched season 1 of the flash and something really bothered me - Mick Rory. In the flash we see him as someone who is able to lear how his gun works and able to work out the plans etc. Len is the mastermind ofc but Mic wasn't just the muscles. And we had Mick Rory at the begining of LOT aka IQ of meat. The difference really bothered me and only after the chronos deal we see him back to "inntelect levels" like in the Flash. Do you have thoughts on that?
I actually don’t think Mick’s IQ appears to dip at the start of Legends, to be honest. Second episode, with Len and Ray breaking into Savage’s house, he’s there berating Ray alongside Len and also completing Len’s sentences, going to fix the situation before Savage gets a hold of him. He’s shown right off the bat to be competent and underestimated.
Which is what it is, in my opinion. He’s constantly underestimated by the team, and with them constantly calling him and idiot or acting like he’s the slow one, the audience starts to believe it, when it couldn’t be farther from the truth. He might not be a scientific genius like some of the team, but he’s probably the most competent in terms of base skills and also easily the most practical. He has multiple types of intelligence that are underrepresented on the team because of how different he is than most of them, but it’s seldom appreciated or pointed out in canon.
Another pre-Kronos example? How he knows what Druce is up to and warns Rip that Druce is going to kill him. Interpersonal intelligence, down to earth, great at reading a situation. Actually, he has some of the highest interpersonal understanding on the team. He always reads a situation and sums it up perfectly, often the first to recognize what’s going on, if he’s being insulted, if someone else is being threatened or insulted, how to get under people’s skin, etc. He doesn’t always do what you’d expected him to with the knowledge, but he sees it and understands him. I’d say he and Sara are pretty equal in this regard.
More examples of him being smart though? He always knows what Len is talking about and easily goes along with plans intuitively without much explanation. Reads between the lines immediately when Len wants to make an extra pit stop with the jump ship in episode 3. Follows orders to the t and keeps things moving on all of their early missions up to and including in Russia. Knows what to do with the pirates when they’re locked up in that cell and how to make a deal and sort out of the situation. He’s the only one who even thinks of making a deal with the pirates and knows how to do it.
It’s also worth saying… the way Mick sees the world? Is a bit different than most people, I think. He sees it in very practical terms of what can be used and how, regardless of that was it’s intended function, or regardless of whether that was someone’s intended skill set. Think of the recent scenes with Martin where he asks Martin to fix his brain. Martin complains that he’s not that kind of doctor but Mick doesn’t care. I mean, he says “same thing” basically, but he understands that Martin isn’t a neuroscientists logically, he gets that Martin is a physicist. He just doesn’t care because it’s not relevant.
What is relevant is that Martin is smart enough and knows enough about what’s happening to him to help him with it, neurologically. So at that point in time, the distinction between PhD and MD doesn’t matter and he expresses that. Some people interpret that as him being less than intelligent, but I’d say it’s more accurate to read that as him just keeping different categories in his head than most of us are used to.
Finally, I don’t think we need to value a person based on their IQ or intellect, and I don’t think that a high IQ would ever be the best thing another person could have to offer a team already comprised of so many geniuses. But I also don’t think it’s necessarily accurate to say that Mick’s changed? He’s always been super competent, that’s always been underestimated by the team (and most people really), and he’s always been much sneakier than he’s given credit for :)
(Some other posts about this are here, here, here, and here, for curious minds).
I’m going to skip the part where I get all sappy about three hundred of you fan-freaking-tastic people following me, because you already know how I feel. ♡
Instead, let’s talk downloads! You need Get to Work for this to show up in your game. I’ve included three files you can download - my new mesh, which includes all of the original EA colors, a file for my additional recolors (you’ll need the mesh!), and a ‘base’ DDS file if someone would like to do more recolors!
If someone would like to recolor these, please include credit!
Thought I’d start off @vldangstweek with something that turns from angsty to fluffy, just because, based on the rest of this weeks prompts, it’s gonna get waaayyyy angstier (knowing me, anyway). Everything will be tagged with vldangstweek and any of my usual angst tags (angst, langst, klangst, etc)
Let my children go home, they’re stressed and tired (under a cut for length).
“Come on Lance, one more time! You
need to defeat this gladiator before I can allow anyone to go to dinner!”
Allura shouted down from the observation deck.
The quiet groans of his teammates
filled his head and Lance winced, stepping back to stand his ground against the
bot attacking him. His vision wavered over his helmet and his fingers trembled
against his bayard, unable to form it because of the close range combat style.
He grunted, rolling as the bot dove for him, sweeping it’s legs out from under
it and sending it to the ground. Briefly, he heard Hunk’s cheer of
encouragement in his comms, and then the bot was back up again, charging at
Lance sighed, side stepping the bot
and pressing his shaking hands to his head, trying to stop the swimming feeling
in his brain, the burn at the back of his throat and eyes, the tightness in his
chest. He took a hit, hard, and fell backwards onto his ass, teeth clacking
“Dude, seriously, we’re starving!”
Pidge called out. “You need to beat this!”
Lance took a shaky breath, shooting
a glare at the deck. “You want me to beat it? Fine. I’ll beat it.”
Before the bot could get any
closer, Lance whipped out his bayard, transforming it in the process and
ignoring Allura’s shouts of this being a hand to hand fight. Within seconds,
the bot was in a smoking heap on the floor and Lance was shaking, sweat curling
down his forehead. Allura stormed out of the observation deck and onto the main
floor, eyebrows furrowed. “That was not the
assignment, Lance. You’ll have to do it again.”
Lance ripped off his helmet and
chucked it to the ground. When he looked up, Allura took a step back at the
ferocity in his face, the tears in his eyes. “I said, no. I’m not doing this bull shit anymore. They’re
not either,” he snapped, pointing towards the deck. “You don’t get to treat us
this way, we’re the only reason
you’re not dead or still in those
stupid pods. You called us family, Allura.”
His voice broke and his lip
quivered as he stumbled back, shaking his head. “You don’t get to treat family
like this. Not when we’re doing all of this for you.”
He swallowed and spun on his heel,
storming from the room. Allura hesitated, glancing back at the deck only to
find the rest of the paladins and Coran standing behind her. She studied the
group, noted the lines on their faces and the bags under their eyes, and
frowned. “Do you all agree with him?”
They remained silent for a moment,
glancing at each other. Hunk spoke up first, his voice gentle. “Yeah. I do, at
“Me too,” Pidge piped up, staring
at the floor and fiddling with her bayard.
Keith nodded silently, rubbing a
hand up and down one arm and looking off to the side. Hunk huffed. “Allura,
we…I would say we’re homesick, but I don’t know if that covers all of us.”
“We’re Earth sick,” Keith offered.
Shiro spoke for the first time.
“Lance has the most family to miss out of the five of us.”
“And honestly?” Hunk muttered. “You
yelling all the time, you pushing him, and us, all the time? No breaks, no
relaxation time at all? I’m amazed he
didn’t snap before this.”
Allura swallowed. “I’m…”
“It’s okay,” Hunk promised. “We
understand, you want to stop the Galra, stop Zarkon.”
“But you have to remember that
we’re all volunteering to do this,” Pidge said, fidgeting from foot to foot.
“There’s nothing keeping anyone here other than empathy. Don’t give Lance a
reason to stop caring, or he will leave.”
Allura bit her lip and glanced over
her shoulder. “I should go-”
“No,” Keith said firmly, stepping
forwards and resting a hand on Allura’s arm. “We got this. You two go get
She and Coran studied the paladins
for a moment before nodding in agreement and leaving the training deck.
Happy Smut Saturday! Oh my god, I’m going to keep this thing going. Of course, I will post smut on any given day, but I will save the smuttiest of smut for Saturday nights. I hope you enjoy this very kinky and very smutty oneshot. I thought I’d give Steve some love, since he’s been lacking attention on my feed lately. God bless all your souls after this, you might need some holy water. xoxo
Description:Everyone thinks Steve is this sweet and gentlemanly guy that goes by his morals and honor. That is true. But, obviously, they aren’t intimate with him like you are. As his girlfriend, you can confidently say that he is no gentleman in the bedroom.
Warnings: SMUT. DADDY KINK. ROPE BUNNY. (or would it be belt bunny?) ANYWAYS IT’S LITERALLY ALL SMUT. Oh, and cursing, along with unprotected sex (be careful out there)
“You got lucky, F/N. Steve’s a true gentleman. You honestly can’t find guys like that anymore. They’re all dick bags.” Natasha rolled her eyes.
“Maybe it’s because he’s been preserved for seventy years?” You chuckled, shaking you head slightly.
“That’s true. I wish there were more guys like him to pull out of the ice, so I can have one of my own.” You burst out laughing at what she said, and both of you were about to be rolling on the floor, dying of laughter. Your stomach was beginning to ache, when Steve walked in.
“Speak of the devil.” Natasha was holding back a laugh, trying to catch her breath. You got up and met him at the door and pressed your hands against his chest, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.
“What’s all the commotion about?” He was leaning against the threshold of the door, a smirk on his face.
“It’s nothing you need to worry about, babe.” You almost started giggling, but forced it down. “Natasha, we should get going. I’ll see you later.”
“Alright, you lovebirds. I’ll see you guys later.” She was smirking. You just shook your head at her and waved goodbye, intertwining your hand with Steve’s. It wasn’t a long walk back to your room, it was literally down the hall from her’s. You and Steve shared a room, Tony finally allowing it after two years of dating.
He opened the door for you, letting you walk in before him. He really was a gentleman, at least in public. But, when that bedroom door closed, he was anything but that. You plopped yourself on the bed, exhausted from the day.
“So, what were you guys talking about?” Steve’s curiosity was peeking through his usually strong, and “know all” demeanor.
“Natasha was just talking about how I was lucky to have such gentleman for a boyfriend.” You were staring up at the ceiling, laying on your back. You got up on your elbows so you were looking at him. “But, I think we both know that’s not true.” You winked at him, earning a lust filled smirk in return.
I needed a break from studying! Hopefully it’s
not too bad! Let me know what you think :) You guys know I love Viviane and Kallias!
Smut at the end ;)
Viviane had been slowly weeding through files, stacks of
papers, and reports confirming the movement of more of their resources towards
the western border of the Winter Court.
Amarantha and her forces had been particularly brutal to the
villages and towns set up there and they needed food and blankets and temporary
In the years since Kallias had been trapped Under the
Mountain, Viviane had been offering shelter in their small city to those who
Viviane ran a hand down her face and let out a deep sigh,
she couldn’t focus−not on this. Not when
she had just heard of the news from Under the Mountain.
He was coming home.
The details on how, exactly, he had gotten out, were
unclear; but that didn’t matter. All
that mattered was that he was coming home.
In the days and hours waiting for things to get settled,
waiting for him to come back, Viviane had tried to keep herself occupied, tried
to think of anything to do that would distract her from the crushing weight of
not seeing him for fifty years.
Cauldron, what would she even say to Kallias? Fifty years
she had searched and searched to find a way to free him, to bring Kallias back
to her, and she never had. And now, in a
mere matter of moments, or hours, or days, he would be back, he would be
free. Free to feel the cold wind blow
across his face, free to use that foreboding ice magic that rested under his
veins to make it snow.
There was a slam of a door in the foyer downstairs and
Viviane’s heart stopped dead in her chest and she let out a noise that could
have been a sob.
Before she could even think about the next few seconds, her
body took over and she jumped to her feet, running down the stairs so fast she
almost lost her footing on one of the steps.
She slowed down as she stood in front of him.
Kallias was thinner, less muscular, but fifty years in a prison would do that to someone. His skin was an ashen color, but his eye were the usual bright blue they had always been.
It took her fifty years to realize what she felt for him.
Kallias had kept this secret from her for so long, not
wanting to risk her safety, and yet he hadn’t understood that she wouldn’t have
wanted to be without him. She would have
gone under that mountain with him, just so he wouldn’t have had to suffer those
daily horrors alone.
Of course she knew why he had kept her distanced from him,
and at the time she had been broken and sad that her friend had turned High
Lord, only to forget about her, but when Kallias had flung out that power to
tell her that he loved her, to tell her what was happening to him, she forgave
him, and she had understood why he did it.
So as Kallias stood in the foyer of the Winter palace, Viviane did
not hesitate as she reached up to cup his cold face in her hands and brought
his mouth down to hers.
Kissing Kallias was like a missing piece of her had finally
shifted into place. His lips were warm
and soft and the kiss was gentle.
Her hands were on his cheeks and he seemed to come to his senses and
wrapped his arms around her back.
Kallias smelled like pine and fresh air. Wind and snow. The smell of him cleared Viviane’s lungs.
Viviane was dizzy from want and desire and just pure
undiluted happiness that he was here.
He moved his mouth off her and wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her close to him. Viviane
wrapped her arms under his shoulders as one of his hands twined in her hair and
his chin rested on the top of her head.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck and just breathed him,
running a soothing hand up and down his back.
Viviane felt a drop of something fall onto her head and realized that he
was crying. She pulled back from him and
brushed his tears away with her thumbs, kissing him on the sweetly on the cheek.
“I love you too, Kallias.” She didn’t dare whisper it; for
fear that he wouldn’t hear her.
Fifty years Viviane had waited to tell him those words,
silent tears ran down her face, “My love,” he said, “You can’t cry too.” and as he laughed, the hole in Viviane’s chest began to close up, filled with so much love and joy and happiness.
Kallias started to sway, they both did, and she sat them
down on the floor right there in the middle of the foyer.
“I love you.” he whispered to her, “I have my whole life.” She had only heard those words one other time and they had been spoken in desperation and anguish. Now he said them lovingly and slowly, as if they had all the time in the world.
Viviane wasn’t sure how long they stayed there, wrapped
against each other−she sat in his lap and he rested his forehead against her collarbone−both
of them just content to stay there together for as long as possible. Viviane couldn’t believe that he was in front
of her and she thought that Kallias might be thinking the same thing from the
way his hands ran down her arms every so often and he shuddered against her.
Hours passed, or maybe it was only a few minutes, but Kallias pulled away from her and he seemed to want to tell her something, but couldn’t meet her gaze, like he didn’t know how to tell her.
“Kallias?” she began.
“Viviane, you’re my mate.” he waited a moment to let his words sink in, then continued, “That’s why I kept you on border patrol all
those years leading up to Under the Mountain.” he swallowed again and held her gaze,
“Because I didn’t want her finding out about you, using you against
“We’re mates?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes,” he whispered. There was sadness and worry in his eyes, but he
nodded. Viviane hadn’t felt the bond yet
but she believed him when he said it. A
wave of insurmountable joy crashed through her.
This beautiful strong male was her mate.
She pulled him closer and kissed him again. She never wanted to stop kissing
Kallias stood them up and pressed his forehead against her own, taking in a deep breath before he withdrew.
He bent down and lifted one knee up, “Marry me,
Viviane. Make me the happiest male in
all of Prythian.”
Viviane had never seen him so frantic before, but she had also never seen him smile so wide and freely. Her heart ached as she looked down at him, a smile spreading across her own face.
“Yes.” she told him, “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” she laughed as he stood up and spun her around, burying his face in her neck.
All Viviane had ever wanted was for Kallias to come home safe and in one piece; this was so much more than she could ever has asked for, but she would thank the mother and the cauldron every damn day for what they gave her.
An hour earlier, Viviane had never known such happiness, as her and Kallias had crept out of the palace, the occupants unaware that their High Lord had returned home.
They had crept out and they had found a priestess and she had married her best friend.
Now they returned home and she had taken him up to his office, the one that she had been using for the past fifty years.
When he entered, Kallias looked around. He noticed the papers on the desk, the drink glasses scattered around, a weapon here and there…
“I haven’t thanked you yet,” he held her hand, “For protecting them all this time. You’ve done a great job, better than I could have ever done.” he laughed as he kissed her lips. “Maybe you should be High Lord,” he joked.
laughed about it, but Vivian could see that leaving her hear had hurt him just
as much as him being in Under the mountain had hurt her. Fifty years had gone by and he had no idea if she was alright,
if she was angry at him. She wondered if he had heard about the children. She would have to tell him soon.
Viv.” He said gently. “Not tonight, lets
not talk about it tonight.” The meetings could wait. The stories could wait. As much as Viviane desperately wanted to know
how Amarantha had died and how he had gotten out, she agreed. It could wait; she had… other plans for
tonight. She gave him a feline smirk,
and he knew just what she was thinking.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room.
“I have other plans tonight, and they don’t involvediscussing battle plans,” he said. “As much as I would love to listen to all the wonderful plans you have swirling around in that beautiful head of yours.” He pressed a kiss below her ear and when he pulled back he smiled at her. Kallias’ promising smile practically set Viviane on fire, her toes curling.
He brought her to his room. Viviane had been staying there for the past twenty years.
After so long without him, she was afraid she would never see him again and had occupied his room as a way to fill the Kallias shaped hole in her chest.
“Tonight,” he whispered a breath from her lips, his eyes heavy with want, “tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife. My mate.”
Kallias pulled her close and kissed her, his hands becomming more desperate on her, trailing past her
hips to grip her face.
held her face gently in his hands as his tongue brushed against the seam of her
lips and she opened her mouth to his.
Viviane ran her hands down his strong chest, and his hands guided her
mouth against his.
She backed him up against the bed until he was sitting down on the edge and she sat down on top of him, straddled between his legs.
Kallias’ hands roamed her thighs and ran along her back, pushing her further against him. She reached down to peel of his shirt, pulling back from the kiss to enjoy the view.
As he played with the ties on the back of her own dress, Viviane ran her fingers along the waist band of his pants. Playfully tugging the band there and running her fingers along him. She nipped at his ear and kissed his neck and Kallias let out a groan that made heat pool in her core.
Once the laces of her dress were undone and the dress was off, Kallias let his fingers softly brush her skin as he took her in, then flipped them over so that she was pinned beneath him.
Viviane reached between her to undo to lace of his pants where he was straining and made quick work of pulling them off and tossing them to the side of the bed.
He kissed a path down from her jaw, to her neck, then her collarbone, kissing down the valley of her chest before he took one
of her nipples in his mouth. She sighed at the feeling on his mouth on her and threaded her
fingers through his soft white hair. His other hand was
massaging her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between his
fingers. Viviane’s breathing spiked and became heavier, and just as she let out a moan, he moved from her breast and traveled lower down her body. He kissed down the planes of her stomach before resting in between her legs. He looked up at her and placed a tantalizing kiss at the apex of her thighs.
He kissed the inside of her thighs as he slowly pulled off her undergarments, then he brushed his tongue
through her center and Viviane let out quiet moan.
His strong hands
wrapped around her hips to keep her pinned in place, to stop her from
squirming so much. She moaned again as she tried to grind against his
mouth, helpless to the pleasure of him tasting her. Viviane couldn’t form thoughts, every
sense in her body focused on her husband between her legs. When she gasped for a breath, her chest
rising rapidly, he looked up at her from between her thighs. The sight practically unhinged her right
She tangled her hands in his hair and he growled against her center.
Her breathing was fast and uneven and she was close, so close.
She told him as much.
“Kallias-,” Viviane covered her mouth, searching for something to hold onto because she was very near to falling off the edge of the world.
Kallias gripped her hand by her side and interlaced their fingers as he worked
his tongue faster before sending her over the edge, her breathing coming in short gasps before she let out a deep moan.
Before her breathing could slow she reached for him and pulled him towards her.
As Kallias again came over her he kissed her neck, biting the skin there softly, and making sure to leave marks behind. Viviane hoped her left marks, wanted him too. She wanted them to last for days because she never wanted to forget this moment.
Kallias wasted no time in nudging her
legs further apart and thrusting into her.
She was dripping for him, and when he began to move something clicked into place. She kissed him again and again as he moved in and out of her.
“Mine,” she growled, nipping at his bottom lip. “My mate.” Kallias smile was wicked as he pulled back slightly to run a broad hand from her throat down to her thighs, then back up to reach for her hand as he kissed their entwined hands.
His pace became quicker and their breathing faster, even as his hands were gentle with her, would always be gentle with her, would always love her-
Viviane moved her hips in time with his, grinding against him and making Kallias hiss in pleasure. She kissed him over and over and both of their bodies became slick with sweat. Every inch of Viviane tightened and her control broke as he whispered into her soul, along that mate bond that shown so bright and clearly now, “I love you.”
His name feel from her mouth as she climaxed. Over and over she breathed,
Kallias, Kallias, Kallias,
As release tore through her body again, she brought Kallias with her.
Silence fell, interrupted only by their panting breaths. Viviane took her mates face between her hands and made him look at her. His eyes were sparkling blue, like ice chips hewn from a glacier.
Viviane smiled at Kallias as she let the mating bond pull between them.
Both of them laid there, lazily touching each other, wrapped in each others arms.
Kallias laid there as Viviane kissed the base of his throat. “I’ll be right back.” she whispered against his skin. He whined at the loss her warmth and reached out an arm to follow her.
He watched Viviane disappear in the closet momentarily before returning with a box in her hands.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and he sat up a bit more as well. She was still blissfully naked and he admired her once more. Love for his mate soared through his chest at the sight of her in his room, a slight smile on her lips.
She opened the box and a beautiful crown of ice was held before him.
The one he had worn under the mountain was not his true one, he had left it back at the palace that day. Viviane, it seemed, had taken care of it, for it sparkled under the dim lighting of the room.
She shifted closer and brushed down some of his hair that she had misplace. He smiled at the memory, and then she placed the diamond and ice crown atop his head and kissed his lips once before pulling back.
She looked on at him in loving admiration, he pulled her closer to him and leaned her back on the bed again and kissed her forehead. “Thank you for taking care of it for me.” he gae her a roguish grin.
Kallias leaned in to kiss her neck, Viviane laughing beneath him as he did. Kallias took the crown from off his head and placed it above her own.
Viviane stopped laughing as his crown perched precariously atop her white hair. She looked like a queen.
“What?” she asked when she noticed his gaze.
“I want you to wear my crown.” he told her, wickedness sliding into his voice. “Only the crown.”
Viviane smiled and he leaned in smoothly to brush a kiss to her lips and pressed her back against the soft pillows…
I swear these fae males and their crowns^^ Rhys first, now Kallias, send help, I love them all so much! ;)
🔊🔊🔊PSA TO ALL BABYz AND OTHER FANDOMS!!!!! PLEASE HELP US GET TS ATTENTION🕪🕪🕪
TS just put out a tweet hinting at a possible world tour in 2017. BUT!!! A lot of K-Babyz and other international fans are tweeting against this so BAP members can rest and so they can focus on building back up their domestic fans and popularity.
I know a lot of you may be excited for a world tour and want to see them (I do too) but their rest is much more important to me!
If you have twitter please, please, please help trend the tag: #BAP_2017월드투어_반대
It’s already trending at #2 and we need to keep it going! Even if you aren’t a bap fan, plz help us trend this so TS will reconsider and let the members rest(especially Bang) We would really appreciate it💕💕 Plz help our boys get the rest that TS promised.
…Because - just like Killian a few minutes later - I needed to get this out of my system because HOT DAMN. :-) This is the first sketch in my “Pancake Series,” because I just can’t get enough of this scene. Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
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So I’ve been wanting to make a blog with every DAI codex available and organized in a way that makes it easy for writers/lore nerds to navigate quickly.
I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while. It would be slow going because I would have to actually play through the game from the beginning once again and be very meticulous about searching, but I think it would be useful for fic writers, rpers and lore nerds.
The wiki isn’t reliable and doesn’t have every codex entry available so it’d be nice. I would have to come up with a directory that is well organized according to codex topics, play the game again, come up with user friendly tags, search every nook and cranny of southern Thedas, etc.
I think a clean directory sorted by topic would be nice for people who just need quick information if they are writing lore, rp or fanfic. Specific tags and a tag list would also be used. Then you could just go to the elfy shit you need, or the dwarven shit you need, or a specific character, or specific history and on and on.
It’d be a HUGE undertaking, but if people are patient while I gather info it would be worth it. Also, I could have asks/submissions open if people need more info about something or can’t find a particular codex they need.
Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. The last scene killed me. I always love hearing from you guys <3.
Sorry it’s out late – my nap turned into a mini hibernation.
Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.
I felt like a hypocrite. As much as I had dreaded someone
from the Avengers knocking on my door – I was finding myself wishing for it. I
wanted Bucky to fight for me – I wanted him to prove me wrong. I needed him to.
Days went by in a blur as I debated with myself on what I should do. Maybe he
was still on his mission? Maybe Tony had told him to let me be? I couldn’t find
an adequate excuse for it.
“Are you sure he won’t just show up at your door?” Nicole
asked one morning – arching her eyebrows in curiosity.
“I’ve only ever talked to him
about the cottage once… and it was just in passing,” I shrugged miserably.
“Well maybe he’s trying to get ahold of you? Have you
checked your phone?” she asked casually.
“No – it’s been off since I got
here,” I added miserably.
“Well maybe you should…”
“NO,” I snapped at her. As much as I wanted him to fabricate
from thin air – I also really didn’t want to know why he hadn’t told me. I had
made up my mind that I wouldn’t like his reasoning, and that was that.
I walked into the living room rubbing my eyes wearily. I had
somehow managed to doze off as I snuggled in the oversized bed reading my dad’s
beaten copy of Kurt Vonnegut’s “Slaughterhouse-Five.” I stretched my arms as I
peered around the room – spotting Nicole on the couch in front of the
fireplace. “Hey,” I muttered quietly. Her head immediately snapped in my
direction as she quickly hid her hands. “What are you? OH NO. I told you no!” I
roared as I went to snatch the phone from her hands. “Now they’ll know where
I’m at! Dammit Nicole!” After a brief struggle I victoriously grabbed the phone
from her hands and crossed my arms – huffing angrily.
“Ten missed calls, one voicemail, and twenty text messages,” she stated as a fact.
“Huh?” I asked confused.
“Those are all from this Bucky guy. It seems like he might
care,” she shrugged casually. I rolled my eyes annoyed and stomped back into
the bedroom determined to hide there for the rest of the night.
As I curled up in the bed I couldn’t help, but feel like the
phone I held in my hand felt like a lead weight. Should I go ahead and look?
There was no way that Tony hadn’t locked onto where I was within fifteen
minutes. Bucky, Tony, or Steve would be here in a matter of hours – so there
was no point in holding out any longer… I needed to go ahead and face whatever
he had to say so I could prepare myself. I reluctantly lifted the phone to my
face – it was best to get the voicemail out of the way first. I clicked on the
message before putting the phone on speaker and listened.
Bucky’s voice permeated the quiet
of the room. My heart sank as I listened.
“Y/N… Tony said that you left a few days ago but wouldn’t
tell him where you were going… I… I know something happened between you and
Nat. Please call… please let me explain. I don’t… I don’t want to lose you over
this. I… I’m sorry,” his voice was so incredibly sad that I had to bite the
inside of my cheek to keep myself from crying. When he paused at the end of the
message my heart had done a backflip. I had never realized how much I wanted to
hear him say that he loved me – but my hopes fell as flat as his voice as the
I flipped through the the text
-Hey! I’m coming home
– can’t wait to see your beautiful face.
-Steve just talked to
Tony and he said you left???
-Is everything okay?
-I tried to call but
it went straight to voicemail. Y/N please call me.
-Y/N, it’s not what
you think. Please call me doll. Please come home. I miss you. I need to
-I know I fucked it
all up but please let me explain.
They kept going – each one a different variation of the one
before it. I felt sick. It had been easier to accept everything when I had cut
myself off from him. I sighed heavily. The truth was so glaringly obvious – I
had never really accepted what had happened – just prolonged the inevitable. As
I was flipping through the rest of the texts Bucky’s picture illuminated the
screen. I froze in absolute panic – he was calling and I had accidentally just
I stared at the phone –
completely frozen in fear.
“Y/N,” Bucky’s voice said softly from the other end. I
remained silent. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. It was as if I had
suddenly turned into a statue. Bucky took my silence as a sign that I was going
to listen and suddenly it was as if a flood gate had opened from his end of the
conversation. “Doll, I am so sorry. I don’t know what all happened, but I know
this is my fault. I swear I was going to tell you… I was going to explain
everything, but I was just so afraid. So afraid of saying or doing the wrong
thing and losing you… because you make me so happy. I haven’t… well I haven’t
been this happy in a long time,” he paused for a moment waiting for my response.
I sat in silence still unable to articulate the hundreds of conversations I had
played out in my mind between us the last few days. “Doll…. Please. Please say
something,” he pleaded – the edge of desperation cutting into his words.
All of my faculties seemed to have been taken over by some
unknown part of myself that was unwilling to be hurt the way I had been hurt
before. “There’s nothing left to say, Bucky…. Goodbye,” I said quietly before
ending the call. I didn’t even know the words that were spilling out of my
mouth until it was too late. I sat dumbfounded at myself as I stared at the
phone in my hand. Why would I say that? What had I just done? Tears welled in
my eyes as I realized that I could have very well ended everything then – he
was trying and I had shut him down.
I jumped slightly as the door opened and Nicole came into
the room. She looked at me apologetically as she held up two wine glasses and a
A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble, but suddenly I had written more than 1600 words, so one-shot it is. It’s mostly just fluff. I don’t know what’s happened to me lately. I just want poor Dean to be happy, I guess.
“Uh… should be there on the bed,” Sam replied distractedly, eyes focused on his laptop. “Looks like there might not be a case after all…”
“Pretty sure, yeah.”
Dean was dumping dirty clothes into a duffel bag as he replied, “Well, keep looking. We need a little more than pretty sure before we ditch town.” The shower in the bathroom was turned off just when he picked up a blue shirt from the bed and eyed it, lips pursing. “This looks clean,” he muttered, bringing it close to his nose. “And I was wrong,”- he announced to no one, a disgusted nod to himself followed, “Lesson learned. Nothing’s clean here.” With this he grabbed every piece of clothing he could get eyes on and threw it into the bag.
When his hands touched something solid, though, he stopped. “The hell is this?”
Sam who was currently rubbing his eyes, asked a “What?” And his brother just looked at him incredulously, some sort of notebook in his hands.
“A secret diary, Sam? Really? I thought you got over this phase.”
Sam’s bitch face showed up. It hadn’t in more than three hours. Record. “That’s not mine.”
here’s the other thing I need to talk about before buckling
down and finishing the review
of the full episode: Alicia.
I get into it, I’m
just going to give you the heads up that this post may be
uncomfortable for some because
it’s kinda skirting
some dissociative topics.
Please let me know if there is a more appropriate way to tag this.
is already plenty
of meta floating around about Alicia’s fate. It seems like most
people are totally convinced that Alicia is dead, that something else
is parading around looking like her, and/or
that it’s just Alicia’s memories.
I remain convinced that we’re not supposed
to have a firm answer. Her fate drives
us straight into a the philosophical discussion of self.
Are we our bodies, or are we our consciousness? If
you have all of your memories, all of your thoughts, all of your
emotions, are you still you if all of those are taken out of your
body and placed into something else? Conversely,
are you still you if you still have your body, but not your memories
or day-to-day emotions? It’s
a philosophical question that I think a lot of people are at least
peripherally aware of, even if they haven’t read all the standard
writings on it.
the philosophy of self was probably my favorite part of my Intro to
Philosophy course, but I also feel like this question was posed on
purpose. Steve Yockey kinda
played with this
philosophical question in a previous episode of his – 12x10 Lily
Sunder Has Some Regrets…
although I don’t think we
knew it was a question until we were faced with Alicia’s question
of body versus consciousness.
find that doll disturbing.”
isn’t even the part of 12x10 that I find the most relevant here,
but it’s interesting that Akobel made that comment at all. It’s
just a doll – it’s a thing that resembles a person, but it’s
also empty. The
Alicia-doll is not
here’s what I really want to talk about:
don’t think I’ll get any argument that this is
Cas, or that this is any less
Cas than the Cas we’re familiar with, even though he has a much
stronger claim on his current body.
to counter that, let me throw this in, as well:
will also get no argument that this is still Dean, even though it’s
Dean’s body, but without any of his memories or even knowing that he is Dean.
is that? Why is it that Dean
is still Dean when he has his body, but not his memories? Why
is it that when Cas is in a
different body he’s still
considered Cas, but Alicia is not?
it because she died? Sam, Dean, and Cas have all died… multiple
it because Max can take her free will away? Sam and Cas have both
lost their free will to Lucifer. Dean somewhat lost his free will to
the Mark of Cain.
is this different?
question doesn’t have to be rhetorical, by the way… just know
that I’m really happy with the question… probably happier with the question than any possible answer. (The wonderful action of
questioning is a big part of my personality, in case y’all don’t
know this yet. Questioning is what makes humanity so spectacular, but that’s getting off track.)
I don’t think there is a question is whether or not what
Max did was right.
Max brought her back.
episode did what 11x17 Red Meat
did by taking Sam and Dean’s story and placing it in a different
context. Red Meat
placed the context of their codependency into the real world – Sam
was nearly killed by a gun rather than a demon, while Dean tried to
kill himself with an overdose rather than a sacrifice to a god or
some other supernatural creature.
& Twine & Tasha Banes
took the codependency and placed Sam and Dean outside of it,
therefore placing the audience
outside of it, giving us an objective viewpoint of what’s really
She’s disrupting the natural
order by being alive. You of all people know what that means. Chaos
and sadness will follow her for the rest of her life.
Appointment in Samarra
matter what the answer is to
what’s going to happen to Max’s soul as a consequence
(did he sell his soul or not? The Borrower Witch specifically said
all he had to do to finish the deal was touch the ring; she died
first, but he still touched the ring), what he did was still not
Winchesters have been messing with the natural order for a decade
now. On paper, they know its
wrong and have sworn to themselves to stop doing it. However, that
doesn’t undo what they’ve done in the past. Sam, Dean, and Mary
all should have been dead years ago, and yet they still live.
death and resurrection is far more questionable than any Winchester
resurrection we’ve ever seen, and it’s like that for a reason –
no matter the situation, no matter the consequences or lack thereof,
what’s dead should stay dead.