lord help us if this happens

Palm Sunday in Egypt: 31 killed in blasts in, near Coptic churches
By Joe Sterling, Faith Karimi and Mohammed Tawfeeq, CNN

”Bombs targeted two Coptic churches in Egypt as the Christian faithful observed Palm Sunday, one of the most important day on the religion’s calendar.

A powerful blast rippled through a Palm Sunday service at a Coptic Christian church in the northern Egyptian city of Tanta, killing 25 people and wounding 60 others, state TV reported. The explosive device at St. George Coptic church in Tanta was planted under a seat in the church, where it detonated in the main prayer hall, it said.At least six have been killed and 33 others wounded in a suicide bomb attack outside the Saint Mark Coptic Orthodox Cathedral in Alexandria according to two state-news outlets. Egyptian state media also reports that the head of Egypt’s Coptic Church Pope Tawadros II was inside the Church when the blast happened.”

gegmeetsworld  asked:

hi cassy! thank you so much for writing about LGBT characters. for me, it was reading about mark and kieran that made me really come to terms with my sexuality. i love both of their characters so much! i was wondering if you can give us any excerpts or small hints regarding what is to come for the two of them? thank you again, your writing helped me in such a big way and it means so much to me! <3

Thank you so much for your kind words. What’s coming for Mark and Kieran is super complicated. In Lord of Shadows, they struggle to come to terms with the way their relationship has changed following the events of Lady Midnight. In light of something that happens to Kieran that I can’t divulge, Mark is reexamining his feelings about their breakup. But he also has other feelings… What can I say, it wouldn’t be me if it wasn’t a complicated relationship. 

A snippet for you:

Kieran’s gaze seemed dazzled by moonlight. He reached for Mark and laid his hands on Mark’s shoulders. There was a moment where Mark could have drawn away, but he didn’t.

infinity war predictions

  • there’s a joke about mjolnir most likely made by peter quill
  • rocket tries to steal something
  • the Cell Phone is used
  • the resolution between tony and steve is glossed over 
  • clint is bitter 
  • there’s a joke about technology 
  • star lord, doctor strange, and iron man all compare facial hair 
  • wandas values are tested 
  • vision just wants there to be peace but how can that happen when literally no one talks to each other 
  • natasha??????? bruce????? fjslk;slkdfja nat asks where bruce has been but no one asks where nats been 

things that i want to personally happen but will not

  • tony makes bucky a new arm
  • bucky uses B.A.R.F. to help separate memories and to finally start to heal
  • everyone apologizes to tony because he’s been talking about the threat of aliens since he went through a worm hole and died, you know the worm hole that gave him ptsd,,,,,to which the rest of the iron man movies were centered about how he was going to try to stop this Very Thing from happening
  • wanda tells everyone about tony’s super awful nightmare to which all of the avengers are dead out in space and how steve used his dying breath to blame him
  • all of the avengers realize that they’ve kind of been dicks about things 
  • theres open communication 
  • steve apologizes
  • tony apologizes
  • everyone literally apologizes to everyone
  • the guardians of the galaxy are like ‘oh boy we do not have problems compared to these people’ 
  • thor is more true to the thor in the short video about what he was doing during civil war 
  • sam and rhodey become best friends 
  • thanos is destroyed by the power of friendship 

Okay just bear with me my fellow trash

 - He isn’t portuguese technically. His grandparents escaped from Salazar dictatorship to france as everyone did back then. His own dad was born in france. So yeah he is french. But he still has that hot portuguese blood and lord help us all.

- He used to go to portugal every summer when he was little. His own dad speaked portuguese in his house because that’s what happens, we are assholes and speak our language in our homes and then go back to our country and speak french just because we are lil shits. So yeah Grantaire knows portuguese. His vó would kill him if he didn’t.

- When he is stressed he starts talking in portuguese because other people can’t understand him and that makes him feel safer. 

- When he hurts himself he just screams “caralho”.

- No one of les amis knew that was exactly cursing and they thought it was a beautiful word. Till R is like “you know that is like the most normal portuguese cursing word right?” And everyone starts using it as well and its adorable.

- He actually knows a lot of portuguese history and when marius is being an idiot about Napoleon he just clears his throat and be like “Well my people kicked his ass 3 times he ain’t that great”. (also enjolras screams there that that aint the point that Napoleon was bad because he was bad).

- The only time he was vocal about a cause it was about the immigrants and refugees. No one ever saw him like that. He was talking with everyone and defending that cause and one night Enjolras comes to him and aks why its so important for him and Grantaire just smiles and says: “My grandparents escaped from the dictatorship. They were refugees in France. I can’t let that be forgotten.” So yeah Enjolras kind of fell in love with him a bit more.


- First time he calls “amor” (love) to Enjolras, he almost dies. Because that sounds so much better than in french and he loves french. But the way Grantaire lips move when he talks portuguese is something that makes Enjy weak.

- He just curses in portuguese. Forget french. He is just caralho, merda, puta que te pariu, filho da puta, cona, cara de pila, etc. 

- And everyone thinks that is beautiful.

- He likes to say shit like “oh in portuguese you dont say ____ you say __(something that has nothing to do and its probably a dirty joke)__. Because he is an adorable liltle shit.


- He loves the beach and gets cranky in summer because the sea calls for him.

- He loves Fernando Pessoa so much. So so much. Cause hey no one was more emo than him.

- Sometimes he sings fado and everyone is looking at him and awe because damn R voice is amazing but in portuguese??? They can hear something more even if they dont understand a third of the words.

- just portuguese!grantaire

Welcome to the 14th edition of my Recommendation list for Cas!girls.

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Hello, fellow Cas trash pals. It’s been a loooong time since I posted a list. January 16th to be exact, my birthday. I moved cities and I’m not around here as much as I used to, but in light of the recent events regarding our baby. I’ve been crying to the slightest provocation since Thursday, so I felt the need to post a new list to raise our spirits a little bit, tho JiBCon already did a lot of that.
This list will be loaded of fluff and sweet love to our angel. I haven’t been reading a lot of fics lately, but I had these on my waiting list to be posted a for a while now, so I hope you enjoy them anyway.

Here we go.

Note: The summary of the fics are in italics. Some of them are written by their authors, and some others are written/modified by me. All the series start on chapter one, except if they have their own masterpage. The text written after this “–” hyphen are just my lame ass comments.
If for any reason you want your username and/or fic to be removed from this list or you wish not to be tagged, just hit me a message and I’ll erase it/untag/stop tagging you, whatever you preffer..

* Users that tumblr didn’t let me tag are marked with an asterisk.

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heck-yes-m8  asked:

How would the band react if they had an S/O who is almost like them? Like they have similar mannerisms, similar personality type, similar style and never realized until a certain moment.

I’ve been home a day and almost used the word “y’all’d’ve” unironically in this post. Lord help me. 

Murdoc Niccals:

  • Arguing between the two of you would be fun to watch. Because you’re so similar, you’d both always feel like you have to be right about everything. Even petty arguments would last forever. Usually, throwing things or snapping at others who feel the need to get involved happens (And poor 2D is the victim of twice as much verbal abuse when he finds himself unlucky enough to be around during a spout). In the end you’d find a way to compromise but only because you both care so much about each other.
  • The sex would be ridiculous. Like.. wild. You both finally have someone that can match up to your drive. And that shit is kinky.
  • You’re both really stubborn about anything and everything so most of the two of you hanging out is just lounging around and thinking about what to do, which usually ends in just making out and staying in bed all day amongst other things.

Stu Pot (2D):

  • You’re bother super chill and down for anything. You tag along with him for band stuff and he tags along with you when you want to do spontaneous things. You both really enjoy each other’s company and hardly ever argue.
  • CLINGY. You’re both literally attached to each other at every moment. He’s either wrapped around your waist, or he’s getting piggybacked. Hand holding is a must at every moment of the day and honestly watching the two of you in public is so sweet it’s sickening. There is no such thing as personal space and neither of you two really notice. PDA is a must.
  • You guys are always using the word “we” for every situation. You don’t exist as separate people anymore, you’ve absorbed into each other like a weird alien species. You’re always doing cutesy stuff like nose kisses and cooking together (neither of you can cook edible food btw). You can’t even breathe in the same room as Murdoc because just looking at the two of you being so grotesquely attracted to each other makes him want to shoot himself.

Russel Hobbs:

  • You guys are both suuuper chill and love to spend time together just talking about the world. You share the same views on things and understand the dangers that are the world around you. You could talk for hours about politics, conspiracy theories, etc. When you’re not together you don’t talk much, but your personalities mostly have an unspoken agreement that it doesn’t mean anything. You both just aren’t super into social media or phones and enjoy face-to-face contact.
  • You’re like an activist power couple. You guys are always going to rallies and some people even look up to you both as figures of the truth. The two of you together are unstoppable. You guys are literally the unstoppable force vs. unmovable object meme except you’re not against each other, you’re working together.
  • You both appreaciate the finer things in life. You guys have an eye for fashion and are always the best dressed couple in the room. You like to buy each other things, and it’s always exactly what the other wanted. You guys are in sync.


  • Life is a party when you two are together. You’re so positive and uplifting, it’s absolutely adorable. You two often throw legendary house parties and both know how to be the center of attention, but somehow without stealing the other’s spotlight.
  • Neither of you are big on PDA but occasionally you can’t resist a kiss on the cheek or cutesy hand holding. Being at home is a different story, though. You’re all over each other. You guys do everything and I mean everything together. 
  • Occasionally the two of you will spark an argument over something trivial just because you feel you’re right. Eventually, you don’t even remember what the argument was about and end up making up through a series of kisses and giggly admissions that you don’t even remember how it started. You guys don’t get much done when you’re together.
A Lovers Lie

Originally posted by killbilled

Gendry x Reader

You waited for the house to fall silent before slipping out into the dark streets, ragged cloths and a heavy cloak hiding you as you hurried to the blacksmith. You smiled to yourself when Gendry didn’t notice you, brow furrowed in concentration, only noticing you when he was done.

“What?” He asked fondly when he shrugged on his shirt and beckoned for you to embrace him.

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As someone who happens to really enjoy wine, delicious food, and beautiful countrysides, I can’t help but love Napa County just north of me, here in San Francisco. I also have Napa to thank for Olivia O’Brien, the fast rising chanteuse who gave us eternally infectious “hate u, love u”. The young talent, now based out of LA, is signed to Island Records. She’s been tipped by V magazine as “the next generation of Taylor Swift-esque anthems wrapped in the sweet vocals of Lorde and maturity of Lana”, and she continues to impress with a new single named Empty, which really isn’t empty at all. This smoky curling, synth heaving R&B pop number addresses the melancholy and confusion Olivia felt when she first moved to LA. I’d imagine if Lana and Alessia Cara made a song together, it’d sound similar to this tune, which comes with a music video you can watch below. 

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How Amren and Varian Became a Ship: Part 1

So, no one knows how Varian and Amren became so close- I am here to answer that question. It’s multiple parts and each part is short. Likes and reblogs are appreciated. So is constructive criticism. Whatever works- except, you know, random hate thrown my way just because you dislike the ship itself. So, don’t be a dick, basically. Thank you for reading this and have a nice day.

Dear Varian,

I would just like to say I appreciate the necklace. It’s beautiful. I also love the blood rubie. It’s a perfect paper weight. Especially when I needed one lately. I thought I should apologize for my Court’s behavior. But, you should have been prepared for it- we have a reputation don’t we?

Although, I have to ask, how’d your High Lord take it? Mine’s brooding and drunk and not even Feyre could make him happy. So, there’s that.  It sucks that I can’t help him but he’s really closed himself off since the mountain. If you want me to be honest with you, I’m worried about him. He’s not as joyful as he used to be… I’m worried he’s turning into his father. I’m just glad that Feyre’s around to keep that from happening.

Anyways, thanks for the jewels, they make me happy. If you wish to reply, set the letter down on the rock outside the pleasure barge. I’ll pick it up later. Don’t worry it’s not like I’m going to be killed by your guards anytime soon- they were trained poorly. You might want to fix that.

Your Frenemy,


P.S- Am I your friend or foe? You couldn’t seem to figure that out yet… have you?


Varian stared at the letter on his bed in awe. How could that tiny woman thing break into his court? Why would she thank him for putting a price on her head? If anything, after he read the letter, he was more confused about her as ever. He found the letter on the rock at the pleasure barge after the guards said that they found it in the morning after a quiet night.

Apparently, Amren was right: his guard were trained poorly. He intended to fix that. Why would she actually give him solid advice? She comes from one of the most bloodthirsty courts of all time and yet she decides to show him kindness? It’s strange.

But then again, Tarquin thought that Rhysand fucked Armatha to distract her. He thought that Rhys actually helped the Summer Court fight against her. He actually trusted that they just wanted to create an alliance. After what they did, it betrayed his trust- he’s shut himself down and is trying to learn the ways of court as fast as possible. He’s hurt and angry.

But yet he’s still not pursuing them- he hasn’t even told Tamlin about Feyre’s visit. He’s risking his court for people that stole from him. And they didn’t steal money- they stole a book that was thousands of years old and helped to create the Cauldron itself. Why Rhysand would even want a book he can’t read, he has no idea.

Maybe he could find out. He grabs his stationary and a pen from his desk across the room. And tells all the guards by  the pleasure barge to take the night off or turn a blind eye.

Then he sits at his desk and begins to write.

More loose ends that just came back to haunt me

-My Agent light sided the final confrontation with Darth Jadus so he escaped. Whaaaaaaat happened to him? And there’s that ancient Sith asshole who was possessing Parkanas, but I saved Parkanas so that asshole’s still out there somewhere.

-Darth Lachris (sp?), whom you meet on Balmorra, was Darth Marr’s apprentice. What happened to her?

-The Esh-Ka the Jedi Consular recruited to the Rift Alliance. Where are they now???

-General Garza hasn’t said a peep in a while. You’d think she’d have a LOT to say about what Saresh pulled in KotET.

-Where the FLIP are Satele and Darth Marr? Yes I know we saw her helping rebuild Coruscant with Malcome, but she and Marr were like, “oh the force is telling us to leave you with your dick in your hands.” What was THAT all about?

-How the hell is my homeboy Lord…excuse me…Padawan Praven? He’s my boy!

-Wasn’t there a Killik/Empire alliance if you helped Vector? Yeah, there was. Why couldn’t I deploy a massive Killik, make that TWO massive Killik, armies when shit went down with Arcann and then Vaylin?

-I know Darth Vowrawn is still alive, but I was hoping for a more informal letter to my Sith Warrior. And maybe an invite to have drinks together and laugh about the time you owned Darth Baras in the Dark Council chambers. Or I don’t know, talk to him about The Hand hunting him down on Rishi. “Hey, Vowrawn. Wrath here. So wtf happened with that Hand business? Are those assholes still alive?”

-For everyone at home wondering, just what happened with the Agent’s droid disguise implants? Those things are still in there!! Is that how Watcher X appears to them and helps them undo their conditioning? Maybe it was their subconscious…or MAYBE it was the DROID DISGUISE!

-I’ve already mentioned this one, but seriously, just what is the Mother Machine up to nowadays? Has she cooked up any new and exciting species? Will she help with the whole Iokath mess? You know she would. YOU. KNOW.

-Speaking of Rakatan technology, a few of my Imps kept that Rakata in the mind trap from Tatooine and sent it back to the Empire. That thing probably got stolen…dammit. But WAIT! What about the Infinite Engine some of my toons stole from Revan’s Ongree slaves on Nar Shaddaa? Probably got stolen…dammit. Revan probably stole both those things during his “phase”. Dammit.

-Dude, my latest Inquisitor didn’t kill Harkun (Harkon? Harkin? Harken?). How’s he doing?

-Nobody ever said Nok Drayen died, did they? I can’t remember if Risha said he did. And Agent didn’t kill him. What’s that slimy, ol’ bastard up to…if he ain’t dead from carbonite…whatever?


And NO, Bioware Austin, don’t just tell me all these folks got fucked by the Eternal Empire! The Esh-Ka do not go down easily!!!!!!!

It's Not What You Think - FangQueen - 19天 - Old先 | 19 Days - Old Xian [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: 19天 - Old先 | 19 Days - Old Xian
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): He Tian/Mo Guan Shan
Warning(s): Chapter 190 AU, Aged Up/High School AU, UST, Pining, Masturbation, Using saliva as lube, Denial of Feelings, Denial of Sexuality, sexual awakenings, Present Tense
Summary: There’s really no conceivable reason why he’s still wearing He Tian’s jacket.

A/N: It’s finally happened: I’ve written a 19 Days fic. Lord help me. I got this idea from the moment I read that chapter, and it just wouldn’t leave me alone until I put it to paper.

[Al-Khabir/The All Aware/ The Well Aware]
Being All-Knowing, Allah is aware of all that exists in the heavens and the earth. He knows everything - past, present and future. This should draw us closer to Him, by remembering Him constantly and by helping fellow creatures. “And Allah is aware of the things you do.” ﴾‬3.153‎﴿‬
Whatever sins one may commit, one will be answerable to Allah for them, even if Allah is the only witness. He has no need of other evidence, His knowledge and sight are all-sufficient. “Does he not then know (what will happen) when all that is contained in the graves will be overturned, and all that is contained in the hearts will be exposed. Surely on that day their Lord shall be aware of them.” ‎﴾100:9-11‬‎﴿‬
“Your Lord suffices as one All-Aware and All-Seeing of the sins of His servants.” ‎﴾‬‎17.17﴿‬


Pair: Nyx Ulric / Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Previously: AO3 LINK

Words: 6297

Plot: Luna and Nyx didn’t fell in the Empire’s trap, Nyx didn’t had to use the ring and he survived. What would have happened if Nyx really had the chance to ‘see Luna safe to Altissia’, like he promised to Regis? Here the part 5: Nyx and Luna take a little break, and even if Nyx knows by now that Luna hides a secret, he just can’t help but staying at her side, supporting her. Even in front of the Lord of the Storm.

Personal Comment: this time the chapter is longer than I expected, yet I decided to not split it in two. I hope you like the romance because I will kinda push it from now on ;) Thanks as always to @loveiscosmicsin for being my beta reader and @ramibriidge for the love and the amazing arts (this time it’s really amazing OMGGGGG love it!)

Nyx streched a bit in the bed, rolling over to his side. The sleep was good for once and he never felt better. How much time pass since he slept this well? He didn’t remember. Actually, he couldn’t answer on why he felt so good now. 

A thought crossed his mind and the image of Titan from afar appeared. That Titan. Oh, right, he and the princess infiltrated the Disc of Cauthess the night before and she forged the covenant with the Archaean. Now that they were back in the motel, they were having the rest they deserved.

He quickly opened his eyes and found himself in a motel room with dark green walls and a not-so-pleasant odor. He was sleeping with heavy blankets over his body and not far from where he was, there was another bed where Lunafreya was resting. 

He finally remembered what happened after they faced the Titan: they were both exhausted when they barely arrived at the motel. They didn’t even ask for separate rooms. They just accepted to sleep under the same roof so they wouldn’t have to arrange the schedule again. Anyway, they both fell fast asleep with their clothes still on their backs. 

Nyx sat on his bed and rubbed his eyes. He checked the clock: it was 9AM. He didn’t actually sleep long, just six hours. 

He looked at the princess, covered in her blanket, the hands tucked under the pillow. She had a very calm expression, her face still dirty from the debris from the Disc, her hair loosely tossed on the sheets. The morning light was literally make her shine as if she really was the moon and Nyx lost track of time watching her. He stood there like that for awhile, maybe thirty seconds, maybe five minutes, he couldn’t tell. But it was relaxing. 

It wasn’t the first time he had slept next to a girl – he grown up with his little sister, Crowe was in the same military unit as he was that it wasn’t unusual to bunk up on the field, and he also had several one-night stands. But whatever the relationship was with those girls, he never would have stay the entire morning watching them sleeping. With the princess now, it was different. 

He shook his head. What the hell was he doing? He hid his embarrassment with a silent laugh, then he stood up and headed to the bathroom. He had a cold shower - which was greatly appreciated - and watched himself in the mirror’s reflection. He adjusted his braid and checked the wounds of the precedent day and—

Wait. Wounds. Where were his wounds? He touched his left arm, then his face, going as far to check his limp. Everything was gone. He was perfectly healed. How…? 

He rolled his eyes and sighed. He quickly pulled a t-shirt on and walked out. 
The noise he made slamming the door woke Lunafreya up, sparing the Glaive the effort of waking her up himself.

“What happened?” Still half-asleep, Luna spoke with her delicate voice. She really wasn’t a morning person.

“You healed me.” Nyx crossed his arms and tried to look pissed. He wasn’t really mad, of course, just worried.

“Excuse me…?” Luna rubbed her eyes and then watched him. 

“I specifically asked you not to heal my wounds. Yet, I woke up as good as I never was.”

“You make it sound like a terrible thing.” She yawned.

“It is!” he replied, opening his arms.

“How? You’re healthy and in good shape now!” She mimicked his gesture in a very funny way. Nyx really had to make an effort to not start laughing.

“I’m serious, Princess. Even though you will never admit it, it is clear as day that healing people takes a lot outta you. And whatever that is, I don’t want to be the cause of it.”

“I could say the same for you! I don’t want you to fight and get hurt because of me!” She paused, averting her gaze briefly before noticing the Glaive’s stance didn’t change. “It looks like we both are not very happy with the way we use our bodies to save each other, and yet here we are. And we are a team, Nyx Ulric. From now on, I’ll let you help me only if you’ll let me help you.” 

“I..” Nyx put the hands on his hips, dumbfounded. “I am your guardian! It’s my duty to protect you!” He tried to say.

“Yes and I’m your future Queen, so it’s my duty to act in your best interest.”

Nyx turned around and then faced her again, frustrated that the royal card was pulled on him. “You can do your talking very well, I’ll give you that.”

She did an half-smile, and with some self-satisfaction, boasted, “You know, politics and my adept navigation in compromises.”

“Please, don’t do it again.”

“What? Speaking like a politician or healing you?”

Nyx smiled and sat in the bed in front of her with his elbows on the knees.“Both.”

“I can’t promise anything.”

“Man, you’re stubborn as hell, really.” Again, she smiled like he was complimenting her. “So, how do you feel?”

The question make her concentrate back to her health and she tried to listen to her body. “Tired as I expected.”

“Nothing new then.” He grimaced. “So, what do you want to do now? Take a day off, sleep all day? Maybe you deserved it, you know, after speaking with deities…”

Luna thought about it for a few seconds and then she fell back on the bed.
“I’d love to, but we have to go after the next Astral. The Lord of the Storm. Ramuh.”

“Yeah, wow, sounds like a lot of fun, but if you’re tired, you’d better get some rest. There’s still time. Surely the prince hasn’t even figured out what he has to do. Probably he’s still having fun somewhere with his friends.” 

Luna looked somehow surprised hearing that. She sat upright again and fixed the Glaive with an inquistive stare. “Why are you saying that?” 

Nyx hesitated one second and then decided to share what he heard. “Someone may have told me he was in Hammerhead with his friends the other day. Having fun. Joking around.” Luna frowned a bit, but didn’t say anything. She didn’t look upset, only surprised, and that pushed Nyx to add, “He’s still a kid, Princess. Give time to him and he will do what he has to.”

“You…” She started, slowly at a question. “Have you ever met him?” 

“The prince? Well, yeah, of course. Sort of. It’s not like I ever had a drink with him, but I did escort him sometimes. It was part of my job, when I was not in the battlefield against the Niffs.” 

Luna suddenly looked sad and shy. “And what is he like?”

Nyx felt uncomfortable. “You know, it’s weird you have to ask me to describe your future husband.” 

“I know, it’s just…” She started, looking even sadder. “I didn’t have the chance to meet him in the past twelve years and all I know was what he wrote in the notebook. And trust me when I say Noctis isn’t a really entertaining storyteller.” 

“So the marriage really was arranged.”

“Yes but I really care for him and—” Luna stopped when she noticed she was giving to much away. Nyx was staring at her, waiting her continuation, a respectful expression on his face, he really seemed to care. Yet, he was not allowed to. Nyx wasn’t her best friend. He was only her bodyguard. “It is of no consequence,” she said, standing up. “I’m going to refresh myself. Would you mind to… go out and find me some Ebony, please? If you can…”

Nyx crossed his arms and scrolled his shoulders.“Okay, I’ll go but …” He looked at her with his insightful grey eyes, “You shouldn’t keep everything for yourself, Princess. You need to talk to someone, and the longer we’re in this road trip, the more you’ll need a friend in where you can put your trust.”

He stood up, gently patted on her head like she was a little girl, and walked out of the room. 

Luna crossed the hands over her heart, her fingers casually caressing the necklace in a moon’s form that he gave to her and her face grew hot. Since he was so kind to her, she felt so ashamed for not telling him the truth, for not telling him a lot of things in general. She looked for the Ring of the Lucii in her pocket, not only to remind herself if it was still there, but also to remember the duty she was born into. She suddenly felt herheart ache too, a feeling that she hadn’t particularly felt towards anyone, a kindled connection. Her breath was stolen away for three long seconds. She glanced at her hands and saw her veins in her wrists turned black before the blue faded behind pale flesh. She gritted her teeth and sighed.

“I’m sorry, Nyx. I’m so sorry.”

For so many things, she didn’t even know what exactly.

Nyx took a little longer for coming back with the Ebony, and he found out that Luna went back to sleep again. She must have been really tired, he thought. 
He drank his coffee alone on a wooden chair, watching her from afar. Again, he found her so beautiful that it was calming, but not only that. She was so distant now, too. She was clearly hiding so much from him and all he wanted in that very moment was to burn the distance between them and being the only person in the world she could trust. In the end, frustration and boredom ruined his day. 

Nyx didn’t have other choice than allow her to sleep until late afternoon. When he finally decided to wake her up, he touched her arm and shook her a bit.

“Mh? Oh no…” She said, understanding immediately what happened by only looking at his face. 

“Well, maybe we still have time for dinner.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up before the sunset?” She tried to sit up but Nyx carefully pushed her down again, easily winning over her.

“Because you needed rest and you would never admit it.”

“We can leave now.”

“During the nighttime? Oh, no, we won’t. I’m not in the mood to fight daemons now.”

Luna hid her face in the pillow, but watched him with an accusing eye. “So why did you wake me up now?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I told you. We’re still on time for dinner. Not hungry?”

Nyx insisted for her to wear a foulard again. It gave him some peace of mind not compromising the Oracle’s identity when they’re out in public.

Luna didn’t argue too much because she found it cute, almost felt like a diva with it. She had to complain when she found out where he was taking her though. “I don’t know if this is the right place for me…” She began, looking confused.

Nyx laughed at her expression. “You mean, it’s not appropriate to take the mighty and graceful Princess Oracle to…” He cupped a hand around his mouth in a hush-hush manner before whispering with a freakish expression equating to an iconic mascot, “…Kenny Crow?”

Luna covered her ears and smiled back. “This is so creepy, please stop, I hate that bird!”

“Oh, now this is interesting. The model of harmony and piousness here is actually saying she hates a living creature?” 

They were passing next to the bench were the statue of Kenny Crow was positioned and Luna looked at it with digust. “Please stop.”

Nyx couldn’t, she was just too cute to watch, all frightened by the creepy mascot. Teasing her was actually funnier than he thought.

“Don’t worry, Princess, I solemnly vowed to be your bodyguard and see you safe to Altissia. The big bad bird’s not gonna grab you on my watch.”

Luna glanced at him with disbelief in her eyes and they both entered in the restaurant. That really wasn’t the place for a princess, and yet it was funny to see her there, ordering some fries with mayonnaise at the counter.

Nyx got closer with the excuse of helping her choosing the menu. “I’ll have a hamburger instead. You should try it someday, too.” He whispered at her ear.

She was all red, the whole situation was so new and weird for her. “Okay…” 

“You never had a burger?”

“I… Guess… Is it something typical of Lucis?”

Nyx laughed, shaking his head. “Common staple cuisine at diners and drive-thrus. Oh man, what did they feed you with back in Tenabrae? You never lived if you never had a burger.”

In the end, they were both sitting on the table, one in the front of the other, Luna with her fries, Nyx with a giant hamburger, sampling from each other’s dish. Nyx kept teasing her for awhile but stopped when Luna began to answer back, tired of being mocked. Suddenly they were such in a good mood they didn’t stop laughing for the entire dinner time. Nyx told her a lot of funny anecdotes about the food back in Galahad, about him and Libertus stealing it from the market, and about the way they were caught by their mothers right after. And again, he told her about Galahad, the beauty of that forgotten land, about the nice little house they used to have there.

“Selena was having a garden in the back, full with all sorts of weird flowers. She had a thing for botany and I never understood why. Me and Libertus prefered to go out. The parties took place on daily basis, you know, chatting up girls and eating trash food.”

“That would explain why you took me to Kenny Crow.”

Nyx gave her a beautiful large smile. “Yeah, it looks like I didn’t lose my bad habits.” 

“You know what? I had a beautiful garden in Tenabrae too. I collected flowers there but my favorite ones were sylleblossoms.”

“Awesome. My sister and you would have got along well!” He said that smiling, but he turned sad in the end. “Yeah, really licked.” 

Luna understood she was truly enjoying his smile only when she saw it disappearing from his face. 

“You surely were an amazing brother, Nyx” she said, her voice delicate and comforting. “You still have something to fight for. You have to find Libertus, right? And then, when Noctis will reclaim his throne, you’ll have your homes back. You all will have a home to build a new future.”

Nyx glanced at her. “You sure? You mean, you’re gonna fire me as soon as all this is over? Might need a bodyguard in times of peace, too.”

Luna smiled, looking at her fries like they suddenly became the most interesting thing in the world and said nothing. She didn’t have an answer to that. She didn’t want to talk about her future.

Nyx lengthened on the table and tried to meet her eyes again. “Maybe you can come to visit Galahd instead. You’d love it.”

Luna smiled, looking amused.“Maybe…” She whispered. “…Will you show me the lake full of leeches you were talking about?” 

“Hell yeah! And we’ll throw Libertus in it!” 

“Poor sir Libertus!” 

They laughed again and finished their dinner. When they had to go back to the motel, there was some embarrassment this time. They slept in the same room two times already, but after a dinner like that - something that incredibly felt like a date - it was weird to enter in the same chamber. 

“I’ll ask at the reception if they have another free room.” Nyx said. “Let you have some privacy.”

Luna agreed and was actually relieved when they told him the room next to hers wasn’t occupied. At the same time, watching her Glaive moving in another room was surprisingly sad too. She was truly enjoying the evening in his company and maybe she didn’t want it to end.

“I’ll knock at your door at 7, so we can leave soon” Nyx explained, when they were in the corridor. He probably didn’t want to end their good time so soon either. “I think it’s about time you tell me where the next deity is.”

“Somewhere near the Malacchi Hills.” Nyx tugged his ear. 

“We’re not far,” he said. “I’ll wake up earlier to buy some things like potions and stuff this time though. I’d prefer you to save your energy for emergencies.”

“That is a sound plan.” She rested her hand on the door handle but didn’t open it. She looked at him again and stood still, making Nyx wondering if she felt the same or if she had something on her mind.

“Anything else… I can do for you, Princess?” 

Luna’s face was so red now, she almost felt blood pulsing underneath her cheeks.

“No, nothing important, it’s just that… It was fun. I haven’t done anything like that in ages. So… Thank you.” 

Nyx stared at her, not caring if he was shameless. He just wanted to photograph in his mind every detail of her in that very moment, when she was thankful and happy. She truly wasn’t in a very long time, he could tell. 

“I thought you hated Kenny Crow,” he smiled, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yes, but I felt safe by your side.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m so much better than a restaurant’s crap mascot.”

Luna giggled and pushed the door to enter in her room, when Nyx hold her back, grabbing her wrist. He didn’t know the reason of that gesture, as a matter of fact he immediately let her go.

“I’m sorry,” he said, really mortified. He felt like such a jerk, but Luna puckered her lips.

“It’s fine. Goodnight, Nyx Ulric.”

He hesitated and then lightly waved at her. “’Night, Lady Lunafreya…” 

Luna closed the door behind her and sighed. Her heart was somehow beating on a different pace, slower yet faster. That interaction had flustered her. She suddenly remembered something and gasped, turning back to open the door again.

She found Nyx there, ready to knock.

“Oh!” They said simultaneously and laughed. 

“You first.” Luna gestured at him, calmly easing away from the embarrassment. Not one of their valiant moments to share.

“No, it’s just that I was wondering…” Nyx began, stuttering a bit, “If you never had a hamburger before, you probably never had a beer either, right? Maybe …?” He trailed off as he pointed at the exit. 

Luna wide opened her eyes, very surprised but also pleased by the offer.
“Yes, I’d love to. Well, it’s late but I slept until 6 PM and… I hope you will stop me before i get drunk though, otherwise you would be so…”


“Yes, sort of. Discharged would be a more polite term.”

Nyx couldn’t believe she was actually accepting his invite.

“I’ll take the risk.” He was already biting his lip so hard it would have start bleeding very soon. “So, Princess,” he began, releasing his lip, “Shall we…?” 

“Nyx, wait, there’s something I wanted to ask you before.” He stopped and waited for her to talk. She looked so serious now, it was difficult to guess what she was about to say. 

Luna took a deep breath and then took out from her pocket a little chain, insignificant if it wasn’t the Ring of the Lucii in it. Nyx stared at it like it was a corpse or a death sentence.

“What is that suppose to mean?” he mumbled, surprised and confused. Actually, he really had a funny expression on his face right now.

“I was wondering… If you can help me in… bearing the weight of the future.”

Nyx froze and stared at her with wide eyes, not sure if what he was hearing was true.“Excuse me?”

“Last night, when I woke up the Archaean… I thought that if something happened to me, then who would have bring the ring to Noctis? Or what if I simply couldn’t have the strength to fulfill my destiny? I … I need someone to help me in this. Even though it may not be necessary, I need to know there’s someone helping me in my time of need.”

She held the necklace to him, but Nyx stopped her by holding her hand in his.

“No, I can’t do it. The power of this ring confuses me too much… You told me about the Old Wall. About the Kings of Lucis. They… watched Insomnia burn and did nothing! They were no kings! And I’m so mad about it. I can’t be objective. You should be the one holding the ring.”

“You’re right, the power of the ring is something beyond your control. But here’s the truth, it’s something beyond my control as well. In any case, it is our only hope. If Noctis doesn’t receive it, all our efforts… all our sacrifices will be vain. That’s the reason why you must help me. If I won’t be able to fulfill my destiny, please tell me you’ll be by my side, ending what I can’t.”

“If you can’t, nobody can.” Nyx really meant it. He was so genuinely convinced that she was the only one up for the task, he simply never doubted it. He never thought she would ask him something like that, because in his mind he already pictured her like almighty and unstoppable. But then a thought crossed his mind: he was expecting from her too much, exactly like the ill people who he used to deplore some days before in Lestallum. He swallowed. “And even if someone else could, that wouldn’t be me. It should be someone you trust.”

Luna’s eyes were almost wet when she admitted, “That’s why I am asking you.”

Nyx stared at that beautiful face, so different from the smiling one he saw just a couple of minutes ago. His stomach burned and his throat turned dry.

“You were planning to ask me this all along or it’s something you came up with now?”

“I do not jest, Nyx. I really trust in you enough to ask something like this.”

“We just met a week ago. I don’t think that’s enough time to go around waving a promise ring.”

She thought about it and realized that was true. Yet, that short time was so intense, it felt like ages. “It doesn’t matter. I trusted you with my life and you didn’t fail me. I’m sure you never will either.”

Nyx was about to give up, Luna could tell by the wavering strength he was using holding her hand. He looked down at the ring, fearing it but also admiring it.
“So much trust in a person who dared to take you to Kenny Crow for dinner and who offered to pay you all the beers you want just so you can relax.”

Luna smiled, taking it as a yes. She got closer, so she could gently put the little chain around his neck. Doing so, she ended up caressing his collar and got herself lost for a short while. “Thank you.” She whispered. 

“I…” Nyx said, closing his eyes and bit down on his lip. He grabbed her wrist and waited a second. “I don’t trust myself as you do, so please don’t give up. I’ll take the ring for a little while, but you should be the one to take it to the Prince. You can fulfill your destiny and you will.”

He looked at her and that was scary. Or better, Luna felt so terrified. His eyes were so deep and expressive, so intrusive and breathtaking, she barely knew how to react. She swallowed hard and stepped away, before she could do something nonsense. 

“Very well. We should have that beer now.”

Nyx nodded, adjusting the necklace on him. It was really heavy, in a lot of ways.

“Yeah, I need it more than ever.”

Nyx wished he never accepted the ring. Having it on the neck gave him goosebumps every time he thought about it and also made him feel more responsible and less reckless. Now he understood why Luna wanted to entrust it to someone else. 

He hid it under his t-shirt and left his motel room. The sun was shining through the corridor’s window as he knocked at the princess’s door, like their new daily routine included by now. “Milady? Are you up?” He heard a small noise, a grump and then her sleepy voice:

“…Kind of.”

Nyx smiled. “I’m going for some Ebony in the meantime. See you in five.” 

When he came back with the usual coffee and croissants, she was at least awake and dressed up. She let him in and they had their breakfast.

“The cream in the Ebony for Your Highness.” Nyx said, giving the largest cup to her. “I chose this size because I thought you would need it after how much you drank last night.”

“Hey, you talk like I got drunk.”

Nyx raised an eyebrow and sit back on his chair, smiling at her beyond his cup. “That you did.” 

“No, I didn’t” she replied, pointing at him with the finger. “I was just a bit tipsy.” 

Nyx decided to let her win this time, even though he remained firm with his opinion. “Okay, enjoy your breakfast now because we’re not gonna stop until we arrive to our destination.”

“Can I change my clothes there?”

“If you insist in using that uncomfortable but fancy dress for your rituals, I guess we’ll have to. Titan liked it, didn’t he?”

Luna smacked him on the arm but didn’t change her mind about her Oracle outfit and was determined to use it whenever she could, even though she testified by now how much unpractical it was. That was her only request and Nyx couldn’t deny it. 

They left very soon for the Malacchi Hills, their destination. 

It was a beautiful day and they enjoyed every single breath of fresh air they got. They were both kind of thoughtful so they didn’t need to talk too much. They turned the music on and listened to it for almost all the time, only commenting from time to time their respective personal taste on the subject. It turned out they were both very elastic about music and didn’t mind to try new genres, so they kept switching from one radio station to the other in order to find find something they like. All of a sudden, they tuned into a radio conference which released the interview Luna conceded to Vyv a couple of days before:

“Thought I am still young, my blood is true. As my mother before me, I’ll work to bring peace to one and all. …”

“That’s enough” Luna said, switching to another radio station.

“Why?” Nyx flatly complained. “The best part of your interview was coming.”
Luna preferred to listen to a lame country song than crediting the Glaive of the compliment. Nyx glanced at her very quickly and then insisted, “You really did a great job in telling people what they want to hear.” Luna narrowed her eyes and waited, making Nyx smirk: “I mean, in giving people hope.”

“That’s an improvement.” She replied and then sighed to the distance, “I only hope Noctis will hear the interview and find encouragement in it …”

“Well, at least he’ll know you survived.” Nyx kept being distracted by her sad and thoughtful face. “Hey, you’re doing a great job in passing a good word or two to him, too.” 

Luna smiled, acknowledging the way Nyx managed to ease her concerns again. 

They parked the car near to a famous chocobo ranch and it took a lot of self-control for the both of them to not waste time with the adorable big birds. They had more important things to do and the night was too close to delay. 

Luna quickly changed her clothes in the bathroom of a caravan - with a lot of obvious eye-rolling coming from Nyx - and then they moved on foot. Luna didn’t know exactly where to go, she just knew Ramuh was close. Nyx followed her and made sure she didn’t trip in that ridiculous dress. He started to worry only when dusk settled in and the light of the twilight was barely visible in the forest they entered. 

“Your Highness, you sure this is the place? It feels like we’re gonna have some daemon-related problems here pretty soon.”

Luna didn’t say anything and kept walking, concentrate as she has never been. The humidity in the wood was so thick she started to perspire and breathed heavily. She was very weak already, but now the external conditions made it worse. She leaned down a tree log to catch her breath. 

“Are you all right?” Nyx asked, gently touching her back. Luna grabbed his collar and use it to stand up again. She nodded and stretched her hand into the distance, summoning a trident. Nyx whistled and opened his mouth in wonder. “What’s that?”

“The Trident of the Oracle. It belonged to the ancestors of the Fleuret family, a weapon bestowed by the Draconian.” Then she smiled: “But now, it’s going to be our torch in warding off daemons.”

“Awesome, that’s my Oracle. Your ancestors would be proud of you!” Nyx commented and smirked, helping her walking. They arrived to a puddle, shining of silver and white under the light of the trident.

“This is the place.” Luna whispered, stepping away from Nyx and slowly entering in the small lake. Nyx reluctantly let her go.

“Be careful.” She nodded but then stopped and turned around to watch him in the eyes.

“Nyx, you have the ring, right?”

Nyx pulled out the necklace and showed it to the princess.

“Good. Please, whatever it may come now, don’t interfere. And if something bad happens to me–”

“Not going to happen!” 

“No, you must allow it. I’m ready to take whatever it will be, and so should you.”

“Why are you even talking like that? Is speaking with a God that dangerous? They should be the protectors of the world, not cause more pain!” Nyx objected, opening his arms in a gesture of frustration.

Luna didn’t have an answer to that so she repeated herself again, “Whatever comes to pass, don’t interfere. If a stranger interrupts the ritual, the God may decide to not give his blessing to Noctis and we can’t have that.” 

She didn’t wait for an answer this time and slowly slide into the water, which was cold and transparent. The trident began to glow even more, reaching the shining level of a sun. The white and soft material of Luna’s dress floated in the water like the tail of a siren, which would have been an appropriate description of her in that specific moment, since she was indeed intriguing like a siren, beautiful, yet powerful. And like a mythological maiden of the water, she started to sing. 

Nyx stood in the distance ready to enter in action, but even from there he could hear the beautiful harmony which that song inspired. Maybe it was a prayer or maybe it was the inverse result of a lullaby, he couldn’t tell. It was probably an enchantment. Still, he would have listened to her voice forever. Forgetting all the anxiety he just had talking with her, he couldn’t do anything else now, but close his eyes and relax. He let the song overwhelm him with its emotional melody. Luna’s voice became soon all he could think about, the most beautiful voice he would have ever been allowed to hear. 

Then, something happened. Nyx was a hundred percent positive that the night sky was clear yet suddenly bolts stroke out of nowhere and the frightening sound of thunderstorms filled the air with its terrible noise. This confused him and also made him rush towards Lunafreya, because something weird was happening in the spot she was standing: small lighting poles surrounded her, and even if it didn’t look like she was suffering, the sight of her illuminated by them was preoccupying. 

Yet, in the moment Nyx started to run, he realized he couldn’t ever reach her because the bolts were systematically forming a barrier between him and her. He punched the shining wall and roared:

“Princess!” That unexpected situation turned out to be even more frustrating than his lack of magic. Luna was basically alone in the front of an unpredictable God now and he couldn’t have help her in case of need, rendering him to feel useless. “Lunafreya!”

Luna wasn’t listening. She kept singing her melody, raising the trident towards the source of the lighting bolts. It started to rain hard, so much that it was hard to breathe. Dark clouds gathered in the night sky and finally a huge human figure appeared. It had the appearance of a old man with a long white beard and the wise witty eyes. His robe was long and made of bolts and he carried a scepter in his hand. From all Luna could tell, Ramuh looked pissed in the beginning but as she continued to sing, he relaxed a bit, too. He took her in his giant hand to look her closer and then started to speak in an incomprehensible language. Luna sang her answer back and since Ramuh fell under the spell of Luna’s voice, the alliance was sealed very fast. The Oracle’s song was his most sensible weakness from yore. Luna learn that from her mother, so she could use that information now, without any fear to being rejected. While she held herself to the huge fingers which surrounded her, she already felt the cost of that alliance, the consuming burden that would have left her exhausted in the end. She inhaled a deep breath, grasping for air like she was trying to survive in spite of every odd. She closed her eyes, feeling the pouring rain covering every inch of her skin, leaving her soaking wet. She felt cold. It was so cold now. 

Ramuh said something else and then gently put her down in the puddle, like he was dealing with an injured little bird. He downed the barrier which prevent Nyx from running in her help and the Glaive immediately took advantage of it and stomped in the small lake, refusing to let his water-soaked trousers weigh him down. “Princess!”

Ramuh looked at him and nodded, understanding that leaving the precious Oracle in his care was for the best. As Nyx took Luna in his arms, Ramuh moved away, slowly disappearing in the clouds. Yet, the storm didn’t stop and it wouldn’t have for days, as sign of his quick blessing for Noctis.


Luna had fainted already, she couldn’t hear Nyx’s voice anymore. She was still holding the trident in her hand but her arms fell limp on the water, her beautiful song had ceased and so did her white magic. 

Around them, suddenly there was calm, interrupted only by the regular noise of the pouring rain. Nyx was breathing heavily, agitated by Luna’s unexpected fainting spell. He hold her with one strong arm, while with the other he searched for every little sign of life on her face. He caressed her forehead and her cheek with urgency and then rested his thumb on her pale lips. Pale, too pale. “Please, Princess, tell me you’re still alive.” 

His expression showed a deep anguish, which sucked away every hope in two only seconds. He felt so stupid for letting her go alone in that mess, and even though he mentally knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything anyway, he just felt guilty. 

He got even closer, resting his forehead on hers, almost hoping to sacrifice his breath to give it to her.

A selfless wish like that wasn’t necessary. Lunafreya gaspedbefore fainting again, her chest rose and fell with a vengeance. It was a horrible sight, but at least meant she was still alive. Nyx sighed in relief and caressed her lips more gently, to brush away the dirt. While he was moving away a lock of hair from her cheek, he swallowed hard, frowning. Looking at her now didn’t seem alike the day before. She was just as beautiful, that’s for sure, but now she almost died for the chance to speak to a divinity and since Nyx couldn’t figure how could this even happen, he didn’t feel calm at all. On the contrary, he felt so scared, realizing he didn’t want to lose her. Yet, that he risked. 

“Lunafreya…” Her name escaped from his lips in that moment of tension and Luna responded to it not waking up but grabbing the Ring of the Lucii on his necklace, like it was a lifebelt. Nyx nodded and pulled her closer. “Okay… Okay, Princess, hold on tight, I’ll take you somewhere warm and dry. You’ll be fine.” He lifted her up, putting upon himself all her weight. She wasn’t that heavy actually. “You are all flesh and bone, girl, remind me to feed you more carbs.” He murmured, knowing of not being heard. He looked around, feeling the rain slipping underneath his clothes, and closed his eyes.

The Glaive lifted his face to the sky, enjoying for a brief moment the sound of the storm in the distance. The adrenaline started to fading only now that the princess was breathing in his arms, but that didn’t help him to feel better. He wouldn’t have until he knew what was going on in reality. “Yeah, but I guess I’ll have to wait for that, right?” He asked, turning his face to watch her. Her expression was softer now, like she was simply sleeping after another long day.

Nyx smiled, but his smile was sad.

Chekov Headcanons

Wow a lot of you guys wanted these, this is probably a one time thing, but you never know. For @starsaremyocean, don’t worry, I got you!

- Everyone, and I mean everyone on the enterprise knows Chekov likes you. He is always staring at you, smiling when you get excited and Sulu is the first to call him out on it.

- Kirk totally makes comments, especially at really innappropiate times.
Enemy ship about to blow up enterprise, “Hey Chek did you sleep well last night?????”
Core is dead (again) and they are free falling in space (again): “Chek could you stop staring and actually do something??”
Someone was just murdered on the ship, there’s a chance the world could blow up: “So Y/n huh??”

And the whole time Chekov is about to die, because you hear everything.

- Okay Chekov is kinda a horny bastard so I mean him showing up at your door at ungodly hours is not uncommon.

- You guys have actually been a thing since Uhura told Spock about it and Spock well…kinda told you…he thought he was helping. (even though you knew, Sulu told you last week)

- Kirk tries to give Dad TalksTM to the both of you and are soooo awkward.
“Make sure to use pro–”

- Lmao one day Chekov walks onto the bridge late, covered in hickeys and omg Bones just kinda is there like “???????? When did this happen? So pure. no!”
Tbh I feel like Bones would be the last to notice you two had a thing going, but would always be the first to say something.

- (NSFW) He speak in Russian when he goes down on you, and oh lord…
He really likes kisses when you got at, and he prefers getting hickeys. But there have been days when you’re covered in them, Uhura nudges you like, “Get it girl!”
He has really high pitched moans and they are kinda adorable
Also swears in Russian…a lot…
Chekov’s very interchangeable, some days he’s a dom, other days he’s a sub.
Honestly the boy likes sex, so he doesn’t really care what’s happening.

- Lots and lots of making out.
You could be walking somewhere then he’ll just grab you, pull you into the closest room.
You both aren’t big on PDA only because everyone makes comments. Even hand holding, Spock is screaming about rules and you there like “You??? literally??? eat??? Uhura’s???? face???? before??? beamng out????" 
You almost (always) get caught making out. poor Scotty.

- He really likes always just touching you in some way
Chekov will always have a hand on you, shoulders touching when you sit, omg boy loves when you sit on his lap. ;)
He also likes when you play with his hair, lol the noises he makes.
And cuddling, so much cuddling.

Okay I could go on forever, so I’m going to stop myself here. I have exposed my deep love for Chekov…whelp!

Things I Noticed Rewatching 7x10

So.. I woke up this morning and cried over Caryl again. It’s been  two days and I think it’s a little bit unhealthy. I normally rewatch episodes like this twice because I normally miss something. Of course I did. Here’s my synopsis on New Best Friends 

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GABRIEL. LOOK AT YOU MAN. Do ya’ll remember how stupid this guy used to be? He tried to betray the group and now he’s attempting to help Rick make a deal with the Junkyard while holding a knife to someones throat. This is the same guy who LITERALLY would not learn about weapons because The Lord abhors violence. 

The Richonne in this episode is GLORIOUS 

“If anything happens to her, I’ll kill you.” 



Why is Rosita so bitter? Girl… you’ve got NO REASON to yell at Tara. *quietly calls character death in finale* 

Oh look it’s the junkyard kids no on cares about 



Rick Grimes. Had a spike. GO THROUGH HIS HAND. 

Yo, Michonne would do anything to protect her man. True love right there. *sigh* 

I can’t believe Melissa McBride knows how to kill me in 108474729276545 different ways literally with just her face

Dang, Norman Reedus NAILED that first hug!

“Why’d you go?” 

Me: *sobs uncontrollably into pillow while father laughs at me*

*huge time skip which means Daryl and Carol were together all day* Hm… I wonder what ya’ll did literally the entire afternoon? 

Denim Dreams book club. 100% here for it. 

The fact he made her SMILE. And it was REAL. We haven’t seen that smile since TERMINUS. And it HURTS MY SOUL. 

Ya’ll I’ll be honest I really wanted a kiss but the shoulder nuzzle and kiss on the shoulder totally sent me to the great beyond. Not to mention she gripped the back of his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. 


I couldn’t stop laughing when Rick came down from Up Up Up. He’s been impaled, fought a gladiator walker named Winslow, and is literally bleeding profusely but you know what the southern trash king does? 

He picks up a garbage cat. For Michonne. TO REPLACE THE ONE SHE LOST. 

I don’t particularly care for Negan but let me tell you, JDM nails the role.

Dwight? Who’s Dwight? *yawn* 

And now a compilation of my favorite 7x10 gifs: OTP style

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Eris confuses the hell out of me. Usually I can tell where Maas might be going with a plot ploy, but in regards to his character I truly haven’t a damn clue. Frankly he doesn’t deserve a redemption arc after the way he’s treated Lucien, Mor and countless others. Just because he showed some concern and enlightenment during the meeting scene in acowar doesn’t mean he’s suddenly forgiven for all the times he was an abusive asshole. How can we go from “Eris can die” to “Eris is only wearing a mask” from a single scene? Sure he might have helped Lucien escape, but he was part of the reason his brother had to leave in the first place. It’s called guilt. Not compassion. The only thing I can accept him doing in the next books would be if he helped his mother claim the throne, because he can’t be the one to do it. It would be as if Beron never died if Eris took control. 

I wanted so badly for Lucien to have at least one brother who cared about him. I’ve mentioned this countless times before the final book’s release. But Eris? Hell no. It should have been one of the others. 

So hear me out: Eris reaches out to Lucien and apologizes sincerely for all that he’s done and explains why he did those deceptive things. Then they plot with their other siblings and kill their father. (Beron and Keir should have died, if we’re on the topic of asshole fathers.) We know from previous accounts that the High Lord’s power will transfuse to whomever it deems most worthy of being heir, but let’s say that Lucien inherits the power regardless of also being the lone heir to Helion. Lucien would then transfer his power to the only person in that bloodline who deserved it aside from him: his mother. The Lady of Autumn then becomes the High Lady of Autumn and rules without any Lord. She reigns in her sons, gives them “grounding” they’ve earned, and essentially tells them they better act the fuck up or so help her Cauldron she’ll send them to ward the Prison for a decade. Perhaps that’s what I’m most bitter about (okay, that’s a lie. There’s plenty to be bitter about). The fact that all this information about the Lady of Autumn was dumped on us and nothing was ever pursued or brought up again….which leads me to believe that we haven’t seen the last of her. The Lucien novella is definitely going to happen, so I only pray that Maas also incorporates this women into his story because she deserves the world after what was taken from her. 

[Vampire AU] How They React To Another Vampire Biting You (BTS)

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Author: Taebaby

NAMJOON: I think he’d be extremely protective of you and he made it well known you were his, so the chance of this happening would be slim, but when it did… lord help whoever was stupid enough to bite you

YOONGI: Yoongi would be beyond furious. He’d get the kind of rage that makes him blindly murder anyone within a mile of you (well, he wouldn’t murder everyone, but he would kill the vampire that dared touch you for sure)

HOSEOK:  I think as full of vengeance as he was, he’d want to make sue you were ok and safe first. Once he was sure of that, he wouldn’t relent in finding the one that hurt you and taking him out of this world

SEOKJIN:  He would prob would be more focused on you, similar to hobi in a way (not that he wouldn’t attack the enemy vampire right away) but he’d be more about caring for you and blaming himself for letting it happen

JIMIN: This precious angel, he would cry at the idea of you getting hurt. That being said, he would go ham on that vampire. He’d let him live, but barely, leaving him unrecognizable

TAEHYUNG: He’d be devastated, but his rage would be a silent one ( the deadliest imo). You’d be the first priority, making sure you were ok. Needless to say no one would ever see that other vampire again 

JUNGKOOK: He would also blame himself for it happening, that he couldn’t prevent it and protect you. He’d of course make sure you were safe and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from destroying that vampire, but afterwards he might not feel like he deserves you, if he can’t protect you