What are your thoughts on Anakin/Padme (especially in episode 2)?
I think a lot about how senator padme amidala was this girl, fiercely smart and cunning and true, loving honor more than fearing death, who looked at the whole galaxy, spread out before her and every system crying out with need and said, yes. I can fix that. I can help.
there’s a beautiful hubris to it, the kind that moves empires (the kind that must be struck down, for offending the gods)
and that this girl—because she was a girl, up until she wasn’t and she was dead so soon after—this girl watched as anakin skywalker came to pieces on his knees before her, anakin skywalker who was so much of war, and death, an empty vessel for others’ ends twice over
but he was fair and full of pain, and he said I love because it was the only verb that still belonged to him.
and the galaxy had never tried to prove her wrong, so she said, with all that beautiful hubris, yes.She reached out a hand, and set it on his cheek; said, I can fix that. I can help.
(the Force reached back, and wrapped its hand around her throat and said, no, no. I was here first, and I will be here after. Watch. watch.)
Do you ever just stop and think about how Alec would be married to Lydia right now if Magnus Bane hadn’t put himself out there one more time and rushed into that wedding causing him to lose his breath and be brave and say yes to this epic love?
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Sixteen
Summary: Your mom confronts you in the airport, leading to friction within your new family Words: 2.2k Jared x Reader x Gen, Danneel, Jensen, JJ, Tom Warnings: aggressive confrontations, angst Beta: @blacksiren
I want to scream,
I want to cry,
I want to let it all out,
Forget everything and start from scratch.
These has been times of reflection,
A self-assessment tied to our mother nature.
Challenging times that makes you question,
Topics that are hardly recognized.
Lost without the proper answers,
Overwhelmed for not knowing where you stand.
You evaluate your surroundings among several situations,
Yet all remains empty without signs of clarity in your mind.
I am starting to believe in curses rather than gifts,
Being over sensitive and empathic weights more than you think,
You start to wonder if you are even part of the breed.
It’s a heavy burden that absorbs everything at its sight.
There aren’t discriminations,
Everything is accepted whether is wrong or right.
Feeling oppressed has become worthless,
At least you know depression is not at your side.
I have asked for forgiveness to remediate any acts,
Even if not granted, you fulfilled your part.
True wisdom always comes with a sacrifice,
Believe in what your guts tells you, and do what’s right.
Acknowledge the present with your feets in the ground,
Keep walking but never forget the past.
Those are constant lessons,
Regardless of how broken you are.
I have learnt a lot in a short time,
Particularly on this road.
By experience I tell you, nothing can be forced.
Evade regrets at all cost,
Forget attempts and do what must be done.
It is fine to live a life most will not understand,
As long as you are good with yourself
You shouldn’t feel down.
Mark my words:
There is always light at dawn,
Just be realistic as night always comes before.
In time the right ones will get close,
Be patient and always hold the following thought:
“You are never alone in this World”.
Bucky’s heart was pounding loudly in his ear as he looked down to his strapped arms in.. the chair. He was back in the Hydra base with the agents staring at him as they got ready to erase his memories, his mind. He gritted his teeth struggling against the bonds, struggling for his freedom when he looked up to see Brock Rumlow grinning at him. “You have so much to forget,” he whispered before jerking his head back by the scruff of his hair, causing Bucky to hiss at the sharp pain jolting through the base of his skull. Bucky had fear pumping through his veins, knowing that there is nothing he can do, nothing to stop losing (Y/N), Steve, and the others.
“Do it.” Brock said before shoving the guard into Bucky’s mouth as Bucky tensed. Fingers digging into the chair for purchase. His heart was thumping louder and louder until it was one long pulse within his entire body. He felt this stabbing pain thrust into his skull and a burning sensation like hot lava being poured over his matter of his brain. His body jerked as he struggled unable to hold back the scream of agony that tore through his throat. Suddenly everything went blank, unable to remember what was happening, or even where he was? He was trembling from the aftershock of chair when his bonds were released. “Open your eyes!” Brock commanded as Bucky’s eyes snapped open.
He was in a room looking around frantically before he realized he was in the Avengers’ tower, knowing he was safe. “Bucky.” A soft voice commented gently when he looked over in fear before seeing (Y/N) sitting in front of him, one of his shirts on her body as a frown spread across her lips. “You’re burning up.” She said placing a hand onto his forehead as he tensed. “Another nightmare?” She asked softly when he nods slowly. He was still trembling. The dream had felt so real that he broke out into a cold sweat. “It was him.” His voice sounded raw as he gently laid his head into her lap when she looked down to him in worry for the one she loved before she sighed.
“Do you… Do you want to talk about it at all, or would you rather not?” She asked running her fingers through his sweat soaked hair. “I mean.. It’s best for you to talk about it, but I don’t want to force you if you aren’t comfortable. I understand, my love. I do.” She whispered when his arms wrapped around her waist as he buried his face onto her leg, hoping to hide away from the dream. She slowly reached back and flipped on the lamp as light spread through their room, enveloping Bucky in the warming glow. “I..I was back in the chair.” His voice quietly whispered as her heart clenched at the words. “What happened while you were there?” She asked.
“He was… there. Taunting me that I had so much to forget.” His fingers dug into her waist as she bit back a yelp, knowing he had been in more pain than she was. “I tried to fight back, but… I couldn’t. No matter how much I tried, how much I struggled… I had to sit there. Letting myself forget everything, everyone that I’ve finally remembered.” He whispered as his voice broke at the end when tears dripped onto the cotton shirt and stained it in his sorrow. “It’s okay, you’re here with me. You’re safe James.” She whispered before looking up at her. “I am not going to let him go near you. Never again.” She smiled kissing his forehead as his eyes fluttered closed.
“Say it again.” He pleaded softly, needing to hear it. “I am not going to let him go near you.” She repeated before her fingers slowly wrapped around his cheeks as she pulled him to her eye level. “Who are you?” She asked. “Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.” He whispered. “Where are you?” She questioned him. “In the Avengers tower located in New York.” He answered. “And who is with you to keep you safe?” Her grip tightened on his face as he swallowed thickly. “(Y/N) (L/N), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Thor Odinson.” He replied as his eyes fluttered closed when he buried his face into her neck.
“That’s right. He will never get you. Not as long as we stand in front of him, and if the Soldier awakens again. Steve and I will stop it, because we love you so much.” She said when he pressed his lips to herself cupping her face with his flesh hand. She grabbed his metal one before pulling it up to her face as he flinched into the kiss. He slowly entangled the digits into her hair when he pulled back looking into her eyes, seeing nothing but love, devotion, and determination staring back at him. “You aren’t going to hurt me. That chapter of your life is over. It’s time to open a new chapter James.” She said placing both of her hands over his, smiling.
“What if that chapter isn’t?” He questioned looking down, fearing that his nightmare will come true and he’ll lose her. “Then we’ll end it. You have to realize that you aren’t him, you never were. You have always been, and will always be James Buchanan Barnes.” She said tightening her grip on his hands as he nods. “We are here to help you through this. It’s not going to happen overnight and you know that. You have to work through this together. You don’t have to face this alone anymore James.” She said as Bucky looks at her. “You can look me in the eyes, touch these hands that ever murdered before and tell me that this chapter of my life is over?” He demanded.
“James–” He held a hand. “This chapter will never be over (Y/N) no matter how much I fight. No matter how much I struggle to reach the top of who I use to be, I will never be him!” He exclaims throwing his hands up, but she doesn’t flinch, doesn’t back down. “No one is asking you to be him James. Is Steve the same boy you knew Seventy years ago? No. He isn’t. Everyone has changed, and sometimes it’s not always for the better. And yes, I can look you in the eyes, I can touch your hands and tell you that this chapter of your life is over. Because you didn’t just reach the top James, you climbed over it and kept going towards a better James, towards a better you.” She whispered quietly.
Bucky grew silent for a moment unable to form words in his mouth as he sat there in front of her when he covered half of his face with his flesh hand. Tears flooding down his face as his body started to tremble when she sat up on her knees and placed a kiss onto his lips. He wrapped his arms around her before pulling her into his lap as he leaned back against the wall. “You think too highly of me.” He finally whispered. “No, you just think too low of yourself.” She countered when she snuggled against his neck as they sat there together. “Tell me again… one more time.” He whispered as she smiles. “I am not going to let him go near you.” She repeated one finally time as he pulled a cover over both of them when their eyes fluttered shut. He was safe.
can you pls talk to me about the way Magnus holds himself in pandemonium when we first see him, all that power in the way he stands and makes his way through the club because I'm so gay and good lord
i’m also gay and good lord but how about the next time we see him there
it’s been months and he knows it, busy with his other work, busy with house calls and jumping across the globe, it’s been hard to get a moment in edgewise to visit the club. but he always loves being there. it’s hard not to. it’s hard not to feel himself easily stitching in the fabric of his club and feeling the eyes of the club on him as he walks in through the door with his coat hanging loose on his shoulders.
there’s very little skin on show tonight, shirt buttoned to the very top of his throat, but it’s a silky kind of see through, beautiful embroidered flowers crawling over the tight definition of his chest and his stomach. layered necklaces spill down the rest, glinting and catching the lights along with his rings as the crowd parts just slightly as he glides through it and up to the bar. it’s this beautiful thing, perfectly fluid, pulling his coat off his shoulders and hanging it on one of his fingers.
I know most everyone is upset about the cast news and worried about what’s going to happen on the finale, but no matter what happens, I just wanted to take a minute to thank Lana Parrilla and Jared Gilmore for giving us one of the most touching, beautiful, real mother/son relationships I’ve ever seen. Whatever tonight brings, I will be forever grateful for the six seasons worth of amazing character and relationship development they’ve given us.
Here are five of my favorite Regal Believer moments - these are just the first five that popped into my head. To list all my favorites would take hours and more space than Tumblr allows.
1. This is the moment where Henry remembered that Regina was his mother and really did love him, and the moment I first really and truly believed that Regina might be able to be redeemed. This is where I started falling in love with Regina, and with Regal Believer.
2. If the world was going to end, Henry was going to die holding onto his mother as tightly as he could.
3. “You’re not a villain. You’re my mom.” Enough said.
4. “Mom!” Look at how happy they both are. The way Henry’s face just lights up when he sees her and the sheer joy on Regina’s face that her baby boy remembers her and is so happy to see her. (This might be my favorite RB moment ever. Definitely top 3.)
5. Henry’s face says it all. He is home, safe and sound in his mother’s arms. Right where he wants to be. (Also definitely in my top 3.)
So there you go. Five of my most favorite Regal Believer moments. Feel free to add your own and spread the love. And remember - whatever happens tonight, they cannot take this away from us. This is ours.
me before the update: gosh asra is so shady and mysterious. kinds bothers me a lot, and he stole mc’s memories too??? god what the hell. nah man fuck that guy he may have floofy hair but I’m not into him at all
me after the update, seeing how asra is forced to bear the burden of secrets to protect mc, whom he loves very much, and how he would love nothing more than to come clean and be honest but can’t do so because it would hurt them and thus has to live with the secret of their potential shared past love and let them forget everything that they could have had in the past because if would possibly damage them beyond repair: Im am,, crying in the club,, I am so so r ry, I am literally made of s c u m,, asra,, I’m,, so,, sorry,, im love you so much,, i did you dirty and i will n e v e r forgive myself #woulddieforfloofboi, #saveasra2k17, #wouldlaymylifeforthefloofboy
To Sam and Dean Winchester, the word kiss meant stained blue lips and hot metal.
The first time they ever kissed was on May 2nd, 1998. It was Sam’s 15th birthday, and Dean was staying with him in a crappy little motel in a crappy little town in the middle of Iowa. Their dad was on a hunt, and he wouldn’t be back for 2 weeks.
Money in the Winchester family was cherished and only used when needed. The only money they had came from scams and pool games at bars where Dean showed off an illegal ID. And Dean had to hustle pool for an entire night to get money for Sammy’s birthday the next day.
When the kid got home from whatever school he was going to that month, Dean immediately took him back outside, ushering him into the Impala. Sam had complained that he needed to study, but he didn’t mind, not really. Because this meant that Dean hadn’t forgotten his birthday.
When they pulled into the 7-Eleven parking lot, Sam raised an eyebrow and laughed. Dean looked nervous, for once in his life. He just wanted to give his Sammy a special day, let the kid relax. Sam saw Dean’s face fall when he laughed, and he rushed to mend the damage.
“No, Dean, it’s fine. I love Slurpees!” Sam exclaimed, probably a little too excited, but Dean smiled again, and it was worth it.
Two minutes later, they stood in front of the Slurpee machine, Dean’s arms full of chip bags and candy. Sam was taking his time choosing a flavor, like he always did.
“Hurry up, bitch, you’re wasting daylight.” Dean nudged Sam, who glared at Dean, just to see his cocky grin and bright eyes looking back.
“Shut up, jerk.” Sam mumbled, taking a cup for himself. He decided on Blue Raspberry(a flavor that he found ridiculous, because it didn’t taste like raspberries, and there is no such thing as a blue raspberry), and Dean requested that he make it a double.
While Sam was filling up Dean’s, the slushy liquid spilled over the brim, and Sam jumped back as it spilled over his hand, and Dean just laughed.
“Shit!” Sam exclaimed, setting the cup down and shaking his hand before grabbing paper towels to get the rest off.
“Put a cap on that and let’s go, drama queen.” Dean snorted, and Sam’s cheeks flamed red as he capped off the overflowing cup and followed Dean to the register.
Dean drove out of town, his cassette tape blasting loudly as he sang along, off key as ever. Sam looked over at his big brother and smiled softly. Both brothers smiled like that at one another, but would deny it if they ever got caught with it lighting up their faces as they admired the other.
Dean finally stopped at the end of a dirt road that lead away from the main highway. The dirt road led to an empty yellow field that Dean parked right in the middle of. Nothing much was in Iowa, except for flat land and endless fields. The sky was almost completely clear and blue, and the sun was shining down, glinting off the black metal of the Impala.
“Why here, Dean?” Sam asked, and Dean just shrugged.
“Dunno. Just felt like getting away from town. I mean, I know we can’t ever do anything real or normal for your birthday…but I figured this would be okay. Little quality time.” Dean smiled, and Sam’s heart damn-near melted.
“Yeah, Dean. Yeah, of course.” Sam smiled and grabbed his Slurpee, getting out of the car. Dean followed with the snacks and his Slurpee.
“Hood?” Dean asked, and Sam nodded. They both put their hands on the hood at the same time, ready to boost themselves up, then withdrew them with an identical hiss. “Son of a bitch, that’s hot!”
“What do we do now?” Sam asked, and Dean scowled at the hood.
“Winchesters aren’t quitters, Sammy. C’mon, we’ll burn our asses off, but it’ll be fine.” Dean said, very sure of himself. Sam sighed and followed his brother up onto the burning hot hood. They both tried to contain the grimaces as well as they could, wanting to seem tougher than the other.
“Jesus Christ!” Sam proclaimed loudly, after holding in sounds of pain for as long as he could. Dean threw his head back and laughed, and all the sudden, Sam didn’t mind the heat as much. Almost didn’t notice it, as a matter of fact. Because he’d made Dean laugh, a real full-bodied laugh, and that felt better than anything.
“Quit starin’, bitch!” Dean said after a few moments, but he was grinning all the same. Sam just elbowed him and smiled back.
“Jerk.” He replied, and Dean laughed again.
The afternoon continued, and the two boys sat on the hot car and ate snacks and drank their Slurpees and laughed and talked. Sam felt an overwhelming sense of peace that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. He was perfectly content, and he just let himself forget everything that wasn’t that car, Dean, and cold hands against hot metal.
When all the food was gone, the wrappers and empty cups in a pile next to a car, Sam lounged back on the windshield and closed his eyes. He had a lazy smile on his face and stretched out like a cat in the spring sunlight.
Dean watched his little brother with eyes full of wonder. He was sure his feelings towards Sam would never be reciprocated, but he still lived for the moments like this. The moments where Sam exuded a sense of calm and happiness, and it was because of Dean. He never felt better about himself than he did in those moments.
And Sam? Well, there was no place Sam would rather be than sitting next to his brother on the hot hood of the Impala in a random field near a tiny town in the middle of Iowa. Because the location never really mattered to Sam. All that mattered was Dean, because wherever Dean was, that was home.
If you asked either of them later down the line, they couldn’t have told you exactly what made the kiss happen. Maybe it was Sam finally letting his nervousness melt away, maybe it was Dean leaning down and sealing their lips together, more unsure than he’d ever been. Maybe it was both. Either way, the first time that Dean and Sam’s lips connected was on that Impala’s hood, in that field, on that hot day in the beginning of May.
Both of their lips tasted like Blue Raspberry, and Dean’s hand was soft as it cupped Sam’s head. The sun beat down on them, and Sam made a small, desperate noise that he would deny later. They were hot and desperate and nervous and amazed and happy and shocked all at once.
Dean’s lips were so soft as they pressed against his baby brother’s. He’d never kissed anyone like that. He’d never kissed anyone like they mattered to him more than anything else in the entire world. But this was Sammy. His Sammy, who he’d basically raised. His Sammy, whose smile was like looking directly into the sun. His Sammy, who was in his arms at last.
Sam was unsure, but he kissed back nonetheless. He poured all of his passion, frustration, and love into the kiss, pressed them against his brother with hardly any remorse. He poured every ounce of feelings he’d ever had towards Dean into that kiss. And Dean could feel it in the way that Sam held onto his leather jacket and wouldn’t let him escape. The way that Sam’s lips parted like all he wanted was to taste Dean.
They didn’t part from one another until their chests hurt from no air and they finally just had to see each other. They had to know what the other was thinking. Sam wouldn’t have been able to bear it if he’d seen pity or disgust in Dean’s gorgeous eyes. And Dean wouldn’t have been able to bear it if he’d seen fear or hurt in Sammy’s hazel eyes.
But they finally looked at each other, and all they saw was love and desperation. Both of them knew it was wrong, deep down. They knew it was incest, they knew that they shouldn’t want it. But they did anyways.
Because those boys were linked. Whether it was by their souls or their hearts or just their complete inablility to live without the other, they were linked. And it was as dangerous as it was beautiful. It was as amazing as it was twisted. It was as horrific as it was loving. It was as good as it was evil.
And in that moment, on that hot day, on that Impala’s hood, near that tiny town, in that grassy field, all that mattered was that they loved one another. And they were finally together, the way they’d always wanted to be.
Okay, this is my first time posting something of my own on this blog, I really hope you guys like it. This took way longer than it probably should have. I’m totally still learning and forming my style as a writer, this is just how I’m starting out. More writing should be on the way pretty soon!
(This is for Ollie, @golly-god, and I’m sorry it took so long!!)