look at what it resembles

The dark’s patience is infinite.

Eventually, even stars burn out.

“An Agate terrifies, a Lapis terraforms”

This line stuck out a little bit to me. Since Same Old World, we haven’t really known why Lapis was even on earth in the first place, and according to this line a Lapis’ purpose is to terraform. Now, if you’re like me and have no clue what this means, look no further:

“transform a planet so as to resemble the earth, especially so that it can support human life.”

There have been some theories that Lapis were meant to be messengers, which would explain the wings, but it seems to be more than that. I think that Lapis was sent to earth in order to study it. 

Now why would homeworld need her to study the earth?

But let’s not forget about the theory of Lapis being a messenger, it still has some validity to it. Lapis was on earth to gather information for the human zoo, but she still needed to relay the information back to homeworld and that’s where a different power comes into play.

The mirror thing she did with her eyes, wasn’t an accident. I think that it’s a power that all Lapis Lazuli gems have. The gem who put our Lapis in a mirror, clearly knew what she was doing, considering that’s likely how they transfer their information. 

Basically,
Lapis was on earth to gather information for the human zoo.

So I noticed something...

Sasuke has always looked just like Mikoto but I love it when he’s around Naruto because when he smiles

HE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIS MAMA! Meanwhile whenever he’s with Sakura…

BOI HE START LOOKIN LIKE HIS DADDY REAL QUICK.

I might be visiting Germany very soon so that means I’m going on a special mission to find the SWTOR mission logo on the Commerzbank buildings!

Wish me luck~ though they’re everywhere so hopefully shouldn’t be hard ;)

I will also be continuing my tradition of finding Star Wars related things on every holiday I go on!

What Soul? - Peter Parker x stark!Reader

Words: 1318
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers
Warnings: kinda cliche af
Requested by @betty234
Hey! I Saw your requests are open. Could you please write a Tony Stark x reader, or maybe Peter Parker x reader one shot, with the whole soulmate au where they have tattoos that symbolizes each other and he already likes her. Thank you so much”
Summary: In this world, soulmates are strange. The tattoos only appear after you have officialy met your soulmate; meaning some people never get theirs. They can also change what they look like depending on what is going on during the day. When your tattoo gets mistaken for a hickey, you have to explain what’s going on, but only find out it is much deeper then you could have ever imagined.
Authors Note: i havent actually written a soulmate au before, so this was fun! After the april fools joke today, I thought it would be a good idea to post a real imagine xD

Ao3

Peter Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Hey, Steve,” You sing-songed as you walked into the common room where the American flag himself was sitting. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot, kiddo,” Steve put down the book he was reading and listened to what you had to say.

You showed Steve your computer. “I’m learning about World War Two…”

Steve laughed, “You know my experience was much different than what they might be asking you.”

You shrugged and agreed with him, but hearing his stories of those days were always interesting. “I actually had to help Peter with this topic last month,” Steve nodded, and your face turned to confusion. You didn’t really know many people your age, considering you’ve been homeschooled all your life. It was just easier for your father to keep track of you by having you home all the time, and it became much easier once the Avengers became a thing. “You know, Spider-Boy. Your dad is always helping him out with his powers.”

“Oh, right! The one that’s always super awkward around me,” You nodded, a little laugh following. You scratched your neck, moving everything ever-so-slightly out of place to reveal what was on your neck.

“Hey! What the hell is that?” Steve moved your hair out of the way and turned your neck so he could see what was hiding. “Oh thank goodness, it’s not a hickey. I would have killed you!”

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ATHAZAGORAPHOBIA

THE FEAR OF FORGETTING
THE FEAR OF BEING FORGOTTEN

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METATHESIOPHOBIA: THE FEAR OF CHANGE

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ~2500

Summary: Bucky’s POV; It’s been nearly thirty years since you were separated from the man you called Зима, Zima, Winter. He was made to forget you, and he never knew why. What had the two of you done wrong? Now that he’s found you again… well…

Warnings: Angst, Fluff-ish

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

Her hand so small in mine. Her skin is warm and soft and just as I remember. The slow rise and fall of her chest should bring me comfort. I suppose it would if she didn’t also have a tube down her throat. They tell me she’ll be fine, that she’ll wake up in time, but there’s no way to know how long it’ll take. There’s no sound in the room aside from the beeping of the machines and the pumping ventilator.

“Soldat, this is (Y/N).”

I remember the fear in her eyes, and at the time I thought it was me she was afraid of.

“We’re giving her to you.”

It was like they were giving me a pet. They made me responsible for her, gave me freedom I didn’t have before her. She was a soft light through the darkness.

“Come on, Зима. Please?”

“You have to stay here.”

“But I can help.”

“You’re not ready to be in the field. Maybe next time.”

“Promise?”

“As long as you promise to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”

“I promise.”

She smiled, her eyes bright with hope. I should have taken her with me. Maybe she would have been okay.

A soft knock on the door pulls me out of my silent reverie. Steve comes in, sympathy clear in his face.

“It’s been two days, Buck.”

“I’ll wait here for two weeks if I have to.”

He sighs, picking up a chair and setting it down beside me for taking a seat.

“Who is she?” he asks.

“She was my everything when I had nothing. I didn’t know what to think of her when they gave her to me. I trained her, taught her everything I knew. At first, it was like a having pet or a child. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her.”

“So what happened?”

“I left on a mission. She asked to come with me, but I told her she needed to stay, made her promise to stay out of trouble. All I wanted to do was protect her. Everything was fine until I started asking for her. They put me in that chair, strapped me down.” I caress the back of her hand with my thumb, “When they brought her out, she had a black eye. Her face was swollen. She had no fight left in her when they sat her across from me. They wiped me in front of her. I can still hear her begging them to not to do it. She blamed herself.” When I finally look at him, I find him staring at her face with a complex expression twisting his features, “They put me back under, and when I woke up she was gone, not that it mattered. I mean, my memory of her was gone until a couple of years ago. Even then, I thought she was dead.” I turn my attention back to her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “I just want her to wake up. I want to make things right.”

“I won’t ask you to leave her, but I did bring you a change of clothes and some other stuff I thought you might need.”

I smile, patting his back with my free hand, “Thanks, pal.”

“Go change.” He says, gesturing to the small duffel bag by the door, “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

I nod, standing and taking up the bag from the floor. Even though I know the odds of her waking up while I’m gone are slim to none, I still hesitate at the door. I spare one more glance to her sleeping face before finally leaving the room.

After a week, we arranged for a cot to be put her room. Every night, Steve spends about thirty minutes with her while I get cleaned up.

After a month, it seems like everyone around me is starting to give up hope. I can’t give on her.

I need to know what she remembers. I need to know what they told her. I need her to know that what happened was not her fault. Above everything, I need her to know that I loved her, that I love her.

The heart monitor begins to scream as her heart rate proceeds to climb. My first thought is that I’m losing her. I stand at her side, leaning down so that my lips are beside her ear, and I beg her not to leave me. Then her eyes open and she’s gasping around the ventilator tube. I try to keep her calm as doctors and nurses flood the room.

Even though she’s looking at me, I’m not sure she’s actually seeing me. Her eyes stay on me as I’m pushed from the room.

It’s been a week, and they still won’t let me see her.

A meeting’s been called. Everyone sits in their usual seats around the large conference table. Bruce is the last to join us as he’s accompanying Helen; they’ve both taken responsibility for (Y/N)’s care. She gives Steve a small stack of files. He takes one and sends the rest around the table. I’m the last to get one; (Y/N)’s name is printed on the edge.

“The files you’ve been given contain everything I’m about to show you along with the transcripts over every evaluation she’s undergone in the last two days and the results of all medical exams.”

Natasha picks up the tablet that sits on the table in front of her and taps a few buttons before a projection comes up at the front of the room. (Y/N)’s picture takes up half the screen while the other half is dominated by her information.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). Born in a military hospital in Spain on _____, 1969. Biologically, she’s 47, physically 22. (Hair Color). (Eye Color). (Height) inches tall and weighing approximately (Weight) pounds.” The slide changes to a picture of the facility she was recovered from. “A month and a half ago, she was found in a state of cryogenic sleep in this HYDRA facility in France. After comparing her blood to that of both Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes, it is apparent that she has a trace amount of the altered serum in her system. FRIDAY, the light please.” The room darkens as the image on the screen shifts, “This is the first interview, conducted a few hours after she first woke up. Her voice is soft and little hoarse. Refer to transcript number one if necessary.”

The video starts, the camera focused on (Y/N)’s face.

“Do you know your name?”

She nods. “(Y/N).”

“My name is Natasha. I just need to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?”

(Y/N) nods again.

“Do you know where you are?”

“They tell me I’m in New York.”

“That’s right. What can you tell me about yourself?”

(Y/N) shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember. (Y/N), I want to show you some pictures. Would that be okay?”

“What kind of pictures?”

“Scenery. People. Some things that might help jog your memory.”

“Okay.”

The first picture is shown to the camera – a snowy scene with the Siberian facility in the distance – before being passed to (Y/N).

“Do you know what you’re looking at?”

“Siberia. The building looks familiar.”

“Good. How about this one?”

It’s a wide-shot of the inside of the facility. (Y/N) visibly flinches as she takes the picture. She stares at it in silence for a moment before turning it face down on the bed.

“And this one?”

It’s an image of the chair, the very thing that played a part in our separation.

“I remember.”

Her voice has fallen to a whisper, fear and recognition clear on her face.

“Okay. Do you know this man?”

Even I don’t remember his name, but I know he was there. He was always there. (Y/N) looks confused as she shakes her head.

“And this one?”

Karpov.

Fear takes her over again, and she refuses to even touch the picture. The beeping of her heart monitor begins to speed up as does the rise and fall of her chest.

“Okay.” Natasha tears the picture in half and tosses it to the floor, “Take a deep breath. It’s okay.” (Y/N) nods, tears now filling her eyes, “Just two more.”

It’s me, but it’s a recent picture.

“He was there when I woke up.”

“He was. Okay. Last one.”

It’s a picture of me as the soldier, as the man she called…

Зима. Winter.” She snatches the picture from Natasha’s hands and holds it tight, “He’s alive. He was here.”

“He is here.”

“Can I see him?”

“Not yet but you will soon. I promise.”

“Can I keep these?”

(Y/N) picks up the other picture of me and sets it atop the first.

“Of course.”

The screen goes black, and the lights come back up.

“As you can see, recalled quite a bit more than expected. She was given some time to rest after this and he physical evaluation was complete. She’s completely healthy, and her mind is recovering quickly. The second interview, conducted two days later, covers the circumstances of her capture as well as her connection to the Winter Soldier.”

(Y/N)’s sitting cross-legged on her hospital bed across from Natasha. They’re playing some kind of card game.

“How are you feeling today?”

“I’m okay.”

“You certainly sound better.”

“They say my throat is almost healed.”

“Do you mind answering some more questions for me?”

(Y/N) looks up at Natasha, “What kind of questions?”

“About your relationship with Winter and the circumstances of your capture.”

(Y/N) bites her lip and fiddles with the cards in her hands before nodding, “Okay.”

“Let’s start with how you ended up with HYDRA.”

“I had just started a new job as a secretary for some tech company. It was early 1989; I was almost twenty. I left work late one night. The last thing I remember before waking up in that place was walking into my apartment.” She seems lost in thought, her gaze distant as she continues her story, “During my first year there, Vasily took care of me.”

“Vasily Karpov?”

“Yes.”

“And when you say he took care of you, what do you mean?”

“Looking back, I guess you could say it resembled the way a father cares for his child. Oddly enough, he made me feel safe.”

“How did you come to meet Winter?”

“Vasily gave me to him.”

“Gave you to him?”

“He told me that it was so I could be trained, but Winter took over my care after that. At first, he was like a brother to me, but by the end of that first year…”

“It was more than that, wasn’t it?”

(Y/N) shrugs, “I loved him. The day we were separated was the hardest day of my life.”

“Tell me about that.”

“He’d gone on a mission. I wanted to go with him. I thought I was ready, but he didn’t so he told me to stay. He made me promise to stay out of trouble while he was gone, but once he was gone, Vasily had me tortured.”

“Do you know why?”

“He said the Soldier was too attached, that he needed to learn a lesson. He just never explained what that lesson was. They sat us across from each other.” She wipes at the tears that fall slowly down her cheeks, “They turned on that machine. I tried everything to make them stop. I told them it was my fault. Vasily agreed, but he said that hearing Winter’s screams while they erased me from his memory was my punishment.”

“Do you remember anything else after that?”

“Only a sharp pain in my neck. Then I woke up in this bed.”

Natasha nods her head and sets her hand of cards down, “Thank you, (Y/N), for confiding in me. I know it must be difficult to talk about all of this.”

“You have kind eyes, and…” (Y/N) meets Natasha’s gaze steadily and smiles, “I trust you.”

The screen goes black once again, and Natasha turns to look at me. Everyone else’s gazes follow.

“Bucky,” she says, “I’m hoping you can fill in the blanks.”

“There’s nothing to tell. She was taken away from me in every way possible. I only started to remember her a couple of years ago; even then, I never expected her to still be alive.”

“Is there anything else?” Steve asks, breaking the tense silence that’s formed.

“One more video, taken when she sent for me yesterday.”

The video starts as she speaks.

“I was told you wanted to see me.”

“You know, I’ve spent the last couple of days staring at these pictures. While my head understands that they’re the same person, I truly only recognize one of them.” (Y/N) picks up the image of the Winter Soldier, “I know him, but that’s not him anymore. Is it? Does this new version of him not want to see me? Is that why everyone keeps saying that I can’t see him?”

Natasha, in an attempt to keep (Y/N)’s gaze on her, takes (Y/N)’s face in her hands as she begins to cry.

“He has been here every day trying to get in here. He gets the same answers as you.”

“I just want to see him before I forget again. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to be forgotten.”

She begins sobbing, and Natasha pulls her into her arms, “Tomorrow. I don’t care what anyone says.”

The room is silent as the video ends. My left hand is fisted against my knee. My eyes zero in on the image on her attached to the open file that sits in front of me.

I look up at Steve when he calls my name.

“Go.” He says with a nod of his head.

Before anyone can say anything else, I’m on my feet and moving as fast as I can to the medical floor, opting for the stairs over the elevator. Several people shout at me to stop, telling me that I can’t go into her room. I nearly knock a hole in the wall as I shove the door open.

She watches me with weary eyes as I close the space between us. She rises to her knees at the edge of the bed, cautiously reaching her hands up to touch my face.

“Зима…” she whispers.

“Everyone calls me Bucky now.”

She smiles, “Bucky. That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“We’ve got time.” I reply, tucking her hair gently behind her ear, “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I never thought you’d remember me.”

“But I did, and I swear I’m never going to forget you again.”

I hold her face between my hands, my thumb dangerously close to her lips. Her hands move to rest against the sides of my neck in the moment before she raises those lips to meet mine.


A/N: Hey guys! Do you think this needs a second part? Cause it might get one. I haven’t decided yet.

Update: It got a second part… and will get a third… and however many parts I need to give this a satisfying ending.

TAG LIST IS OPEN!!

Anything is Possible

AKA: YouTuber AU

Chapter: 1/?

summary: Thomas didn’t appreciate someone else putting a glass ceiling on his options. It wasn’t like he actually wanted a relationship with Hamilton to be within the realm of possibility but fuck anyone who thought he couldn’t make it happen if he tried to. 

word count:  2534 words

inspired by this conversation i had with @teamfreefuckery

taggins: @angerybisexual & @ryanreyolds !! 

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  • Ruby: We need to be supportive
  • Me: It seems unhealthy
  • Ruby: Everyone copes in different ways
  • Me: Not like this...Jaune can't really see though...it looks...off
  • Ruby: I know, it barely resembles her
  • Jaune: What are you talking about
  • Nora: YOUR WEIRD NEW PYRRHA PLUSH! THE ONE WITHOUT A NOSE!
  • Ruby: Nora...shhhh
  • Nora: I WILL NOT BE SILENCED! HASHTAG NOT MY PYRRHA!

anonymous asked:

How furuta will be loved if he choice villain role instead? N consider he not people with lack of aware with his situation. I think beside his complicated goal if we see in depersonalized viewpoint, as like you say he just want to give his death some meaning. Die in style. Everyone will look at him even in negative way. He just little boy who desperately need attention. I pity him a lot

The key thing with Kaneki and Furuta’s desire to be loved is that it’s  so long repressed it’s indiscriminate now. 

What they’re looking for is not anything resembling mutually requited love anymore, it’s more like catharsis. Each of them have seemed to construct individual fantasy scenarios where they either play hero or villain. Kaneki’s leaves him a hero to be mourned. 

Furuta’s on the other hand is wrapped around a fantasy where he becomes a villain on who everybody’s lives rest upon. He deliberately plotted for years to become the head of the Washuu, even though he knew how bad the Washuu were having been one of the few who experienced their cruelty firsthand. 

Furuta even says it directly himself, he knows what the old man in charge of the Washuu was and what he did. What he was going to do to people he loved?

What then drove Furuta to envy that position? A want for agency? A suicidal wish to bring everyone down with him? In that way he would be the one to destroy the Washuu, and at the same time he also finally gets to die in that way. He ends his life on his terms, rather than dying a weak and half born life. Furuta was born only to live as a servant to the family with no control of his life, this scenario however puts him on center stage and in total control.

As for your last point though, he can still earn love while being a villain. Look at all the people who are flocking behind him. There are plenty of people swearing their loyalty to his scheme, blind and dangerous as it is. As I said before what Furuta and Kaneki want isn’t anything resembling genuine love at this point. They want adoration, importance, catharsis, all things which can serve as a substitute for love in their own mind. 

Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

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Your eyes fight against the light pouring in through the window across from your bed as you come to the next morning, proceeding with your usual response of groaning and turning over to bury yourself under the covers to get more sleep until your mother came to force you out of the bed…

But that was before you felt the silk sheets brush against your cheek, and you drew in the scent of roses and lilies that seemed woven into the bed you had fallen asleep in. You jolt upright to see the pristine glass and brass furnishings of the room, instantly shrouding yourself in the covers of the bed as you try to calm your racing heart, the memories of the day before slowly returning to your mind.


‘How was your tour of the castle, Princess?’ your Prince asks beside you, his fingers gently touching your knuckles where your hand was tucked into the crook of his elbow, enabling him to guide you around the castle with the others, as the King had conducted a traditional tour of the grounds to introduce all the new Princess to their new home. 

The first thing he’d told you was that his name was ‘Prince Hoseok’, the information being offered to you in an attempt to make you less timid towards him you assumed, and surprisingly, it had worked; you’d found yourself slipping into easy conversation with him as he’d guided you around, pointing out some of his favourite parts of the castle. With each little detail he himself had also become more ‘normal’, the tinny practiced laugh being exchanged for a much more heart felt, and higher pitched cackle that trailed off into a rich chuckle, the magazine cover smile that looked uncomfortable being exchanged for a wider, much easier and warmer image, as well as his strict upright posture slipping into a more fluid, carefree movement. Each little change distances himself from the previous image of your Princes that you’d held, and even though you’d reminded yourself numerous times that you should keep your guard up and remember your manners, you’d hadn’t been able to hold back a few smiles every now and then as you’d watched him talk, finding yourself taking in all the features of him as he’d continued to chatter to you.

Although you did find one thing beginning to bother you.

‘My name is Y/N.’ you suddenly say quietly, having come to find the title of ‘Princess’ uncomfortable as he’d continued to address you as such the whole walk around the castle, and you quickly look up at him to make sure you hadn’t offended him, being pleasantly surprised to see him smiling widely down at you.

‘Well…Y/N…I do hope you’ll feel comfortable here.’ He says smoothly, seemingly trying to suppress a grin, and the sight becomes infectious as you smile back at him, biting your lip as your mind runs away with the imagined image of what that smile looked like in the morning- since it did resemble the sun rising- before you quickly move your gaze back to the floor.

‘I think it will take some getting used to…although, I feel like I might get lost a few times-‘

‘In that case, I suppose I will have to show you around a few more times…’ He muses, still with that same smile on his face when you look up at him, but just as you feel your own lips quirk back up in the attempt of a grin, your gaze slips past Hoseok beside you, and to the dark eyes of the other Prince who had caught your eye earlier, the intensity of his look confusing you, before Hoseok had continued to speak and you’d turned your attention back to him to see his eyes glistening with something unreadable as he stared at you with a smile.

‘After all, I wouldn’t want you getting lost without me…’


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“I know you’re busy but…can we just stay here a little while longer? I need you all to myself…”

extra:

He just wanted his 25 minutes. Why doesn’t he ever get his 25 minutes. Kana don’t worry, they’re just hugging, I promise.

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Look at how much my baby has grown?!! I don’t know what it’s called but it’s the same one that Leon has. So I gave it a terra cotta pot ^_^

Diantha, First Princess of Nohr

While her twin brother Marius carried his father’s decisiveness and courage, Diantha possessed her mother’s patience and virtue. She was the first of the children chosen by Brynhildr, a feat that would not happen again until Prince Leo was born. However, she rarely used the tome and focused instead on the medicinal arts. Diantha treated her other fellow siblings with respect and high regard, even if they did not wish the same for her. She was aware of the blood feud between the Albrands and the Durands, and hoped that through her own actions, she could set an example like her mother did. Sadly, this would not come to be, as the Durands would be annihilated completely, and her brother Marius was caught in the crossfire.

One night, Diantha went missing without a trace. When news of her disappearance came full circle, the court was quick to point fingers at the concubine Irma of Buelen and Seraphina of Minett, who both desired the Brynhildr for their children. In hopes that she was still alive, Xander worked tirelessly to find her, but only found a man named Hans. He was unable to arrest the criminal for his sister’s murder and consequently had him jailed for numerous other crimes. Xander never mentioned the details of Diantha’s death to his other siblings, a mistake that would come back to haunt him when Hans makes his return, perhaps to take another.

The portrait from a previous comic, in slightly better detail. I had been debating at first on whether Xander should be an only child, or if he can have other blood siblings. There was nothing that said he was didn’t have direct siblings, so I just rolled with it.

Design notes: Pose referenced from here. Dress referenced from that one Barbie movie.

YOI Fan Theory: The mysterious Chris Man

An announcement for Ep. 12 of Yuri On Ice said that a SWISS SKATER was to star as himself. Here’s what he looks like:

I think he resembles the man appearing with Christophe Giacometti:

I see a little resemblance here...

You probably know about the theory that says that Ali has a twin, right? Well, so you probably remember this comparison:

Alison looking a little bit different on flashbacks from That Night. The twins theory says that these two girls are different people.

But I noticed something that kind of terrified me:

YES. BETHANY.

Since we’ve never seen Bethany grown up, we can’t actually know what she looked like. But I really see a resemblance here and it got me wondering. 

I learned in biology that twins are prone to be parents to twins too. So if Jessica and Mary are twins, they had a significant chance to give birth to twins too. What if Bethany and Alison are twins?

The show has given us many hints that Alison has a twin. What if, like in the books, one of them was kept in a mental institution (Bethany) and one day escaped?