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Snapshots [Chriseva/Post 4.10/Future Fic]

Dedicated to all the Chriseva fans left hurt, angry and disappointed by the finale. I wrote this as something therapeutic for myself to try and get over my sadness even though I didn’t think I could ever bring myself to read or write another Chriseva fic again.  

May we all stick together and bring each other up in this time sadness. I love you guys. The Chriseva fans have been some of the nicest and best people I’ve met on this site.

I hope that this may ease maybe a little bit of the hurt we’re all feeling.


When Eva was fifteen, she thought she had everything figured out. If someone had asked her then where she saw herself in ten years, she’d probably said married to Jonas with two kids, a pair; one boy and one girl; the girl with a long mane of cascading black hair and the boy with a head of tight strawberry blond curls and the eyebrows to match. Or it could be the other way around, or neither, it didn’t really matter to her. But she genuinely saw her happily ever after with Jonas and if she pretended hard enough she’d be able to ignore the agonizing stab of guilt that came along with it.

When Eva was sixteen, she just wanted to make it through the school year without too much trouble and she wanted Jonas to love her the way she loved him and she kept hoping that he wouldn’t keep putting her in the corner with the rest of the things he constantly took for granted. At least that’s what Eva felt on the inside, on the outside she was living her happily ever after with Jonas. Right?

When Eva was seventeen, she just wanted to party and she wanted to fuck, all the time and everyone. She partied with Chris most of the time and fucked him even more frequently than that. Chris was easy; he didn’t expect anything more, just like she wasn’t willing to give anything more. He always came prepared with his Cheshire cat grin and his devil-may-care attitude and he was hot as shit and fucked just as well. He was what Eva needed in the moment. But just that moment. Right?

When Eva was eighteen, everything suddenly turned out too complicated. Chris wanted something more, more than she was willing to give, and Eva fell back into old habits, doing the same thing she always did when things got too hard: she ran. This time the path led her to Jonas’s door and his bed. But this was what she really wanted, right? Getting back on the right path, the path that included Jonas and their two kids and the white picket fence on their lawn and the big blue house that sat at the edge of the cobblestone path. Chris said he loved her and that he was ready to settle down with her even though she wasn’t, and as it turned out, Chris wasn’t ready either.

They came together but they left separately, but that was okay.

When Eva was nineteen she realized that Jonas would never really change; not for her, not for anyone. She’d fallen back into bad habits and lost the voice she’d finally acquired after so long. Once again her opinions always came in second; her needs were always put last and her feelings were always made to be a joke. One day, Eva just picked up her strewn clothes from off the floor and left, and she never looked back.

When Eva was twenty she put herself first for the first time in her life. She finally put men to the side and hooked up only on the weekends when she’d meet up with the girls for a night out. She went back to school and studied to be a teacher; perhaps one day she would be able to help a kid avoid making the same mistakes she had in her youth. She still partied hard on the weekends with her crew. They’d laughed when she used that term for the first time, but Eva thought it was appropriate. The little voice in the back of her head laughed at the irony of everything, but for some reason the laughter sounded too familiar, but it didn’t belong to her.

Every night though, she’d go home alone, but that was okay.

When Eva was twenty one, she met Chris by chance at the club during the weekend she was out. He was DJ-ing at the club that night and meeting him had been purely by chance, or maybe it had been fate instead. She went back home with him that night and he left early in the morning after fixing her breakfast. He had another gig that night in a club in a different city. They promised to keep in touch.

They didn’t, but that was okay.

When Eva was twenty-two, Vilde announced that she and Magnus had gotten engaged. Everyone thought it was too soon, but no one said anything, not even Sana. Magnus made Vilde happy and it was obvious and that was the only thing that mattered. She asked them to be her bridesmaids at her wedding and all of them were too happy to oblige. That night they went out and got shit faced drunk. Eva had sex with the bartender in the backroom of the club, but she left alone.

When Eva was twenty-three, Vilde and Magnus married. She, Sana and Noora were the bridesmaids and Chris was the maid of honour. Vilde looked absolutely stunning in her white dress and Magnus looked smart and sharp in his tailored suit. Eva didn’t think she’d ever seen Vilde that genuinely happy in her life. Perhaps it was only in part because of the wedding, the other part was probably because her mom was there, present and sober and walked her proudly down the aisle.

When Eva was twenty-four, she finished her studies and moved out of her mom’s house into her own apartment. She found employment in the elementary school just down the street from her new place and it was perfect. Everything was perfect. The day she graduated, her mom and her friends all managed to make it to the ceremony to watch her receive her degree. It was the proudest moment of her life. She went out partying that night with her girls at the club and the DJ playing the music winked at her from across the room. She was too drunk on alcohol and giddiness to really pay attention to the person until she was locking lips with him in the dark corner of the club while the music was blaring in the background.

Chris went home with her that night and they stayed in the whole weekend fucking.

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[Is that so? Who decided that?] 

Sooooo The Young Pope is pretty good no?

I’m probably going to try and add color to this but I did say I would post this today. Here’s some lineart of Papa III wearing a slightly modified pope’s house dress. 

As to what’s below the cut……..I really have no explanation……slightly NSFW?

…………….listen…..this had to be done…………….

anonymous asked:

listen, I'm real curious about the people responsible for meilius (mostly bc interspecies couples are #choice, but also just like.. who brought this pissbaby into the world? Own Up)


his mom was a human named alisha, and recently meilius found out that she was actually a pretty great person who would’ve raised him had she had the chance. unfortunately she didnt get that chance, and meilius was separated from her at a young age and has no recollection of her at all

meilius also has no recollection of his dad. and his dad is… a secret. for now.

Ok…so it might just be me…but I think facebook ships Bellarke😂 I honestly felt my heart burst a little when I saw this, even though I know he’s already proven he loves Clarke in so many different ways🙂.

I know that Bellamy didn’t say “rest” but he said “get some sleep” and that is basically the same thing. So basically I was hit with the feelings of bellarke all over again. Nothing new there. Just a normal bellarke shippers day.

anonymous asked:

Looks like he didn't get outta there


anonymous asked:

I'm not all that plugged in to the fandom besides your blog, so it's always interesting to hear about the "fanon" versions of the characters. Like I've NEVER thought of kirishima as being hurt by Bakugou. To me he even seems to get a kick out of the way baku is? So like if he ever (for some reason because like you said I can't see it being intentional????) attempted to/did something to hurt kiri I would expect kirishima to genuinely laugh it off and be like "yeah whatever blasty" yknow?

Well, depends on how close to home Bakugou would hit with the attempt to hurt I guess? The only instance of Bakugou being “rude” to Kirishima in the manga that I can remember (do correct me if I’m wrong here) is him calling Kirishima “shitty hair”, and Kirishima set him straight on that immediately -  “my hair isn’t all that different from yours and I happen to have a name, use it”, so for sure that’s at least one canon way in which he reacts to Bakugou’s general level of every day rudeness

Laughing it off is also something he’s done in canon, though it was more Kirishima making fun of him and Bakugou telling him that he’d kill him and Kirishima ignoring him and keeping on laughing - so if it’s just riling each other up and normal bantering and poking at each other, laughter is a canon reaction too

But like, Kirishima’s got his insecurites and problems, right? And there are things he probably wouldn’t be okay with Bakugou saying - like, for example, not that Bakugou would, like this is the most ooc thing I’ve ever had Bakugou do in an hypotetical scenario ever (sorry son), but say he makes fun of Kirishima’s quirk/calls him weak, Kirishima would actually be hurt by that, you know? Even though he’d instantly know that Bakugou doesn’t actually believe what he’s saying, I don’t think he’d just laugh that one off. Cause those are actual things Kirishima thinks about himself, and at the moment what keeps those thoughts at bay are Bakugou’s reassurances about his strenght, so having Bakugou himself telling him that he’s weak would be a low blow for him… in that situation I think he’d tell him to go cool off somewhere he can be a dick by himself and maybe come back when he’s ready to have a civil conversation about what’s actually making him act up

Anyway Kirishima being quietly hurt and pretending everything’s fine is just something I can’t see happening considering how loud he is about his opinion whenever someone does anything that goes against his moral code, really

Kent had given up on unpacking about half an hour ago. He’d been living out of his suitcase for the month he was out of Fox Tower, and he would probably be doing the same now, only adding a few more boxes to the mix. It was a trend he seemed to follow every year, taking at least until the start of the actual season to fully unpack everything he owned (which wasn’t even that much, compared to some of his teammates). He believed he at least deserved some credit for unpacking all of his Exy gear, though one could easily point out he only did that because his roommate would be calling practice that night. But for now, he would live with boxes stacked in his corner of the room, clothes peeking out from over the edge of one box and one suitcase with a few articles thrown across his freshly-made bed (which he also believed he deserved credit for).

But unpacking was boring, especially while there were people to see—only he didn’t see anyone right away when he ventured out of his dorm room. It made sense that he was early, having not ventured far from Fox Tower meant he could move in as soon as their doors opened to the players for the start of their preseason, but it sucked hearing the silence of an otherwise lively hall. Figuring he would have better luck seeing who came in and out from the floor’s lounge, Kent found himself lying on the shared couch, tossing an Exy ball up repeatedly.

He couldn’t tell who passed at first—a teammate moving in? A Vixen curious to see who was here? Hell, he’d even take staff checking in on the team—but it caused Kent to sit up a bit as they neared him. “Hey!” he called. “You know, some of the best ideas come from this couch—or maybe just boredom, I haven’t decided. But anyways, I’ve decided I wanna get a tattoo… now I just need to figure out what…”

the guy I’ve had a ~thing~ with is moving tomorrow, we ended things as friends which I know is for the best but I’m a little sad and I just want to hug him and kiss his stupid cheek ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I really want to be w him but LONG DISTANCE AND FEAR AND HEARTBREAK and agh.nothing matters.

lilysflowershop  asked:

For the transformers ask meme (these are fun!), what about MTMTE Ratchet, Tailgate and Whirl? 😈😈😈

I know!!!  ^___^


looks: somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY

I mean, he’s pretty old, but…  XD

can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me

We both care too much and are really bad at goodbyes.

would you date/be friends with this character in real life if they were real?: total bros | friends | best friends | date | become their steady boyfriend/ girlfriend | neither | i don’t know

Any man that would steal an escape pod and travel halfway across the galaxy to find the Bae is 10000% bf material!  XD


looks: somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY | the cutest thing that ever lived!!!  Omfg!

Added my own.  XD

can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me

We both have that anxious, self doubt thing going on.  I just hide mine a little better.

would you date/be friends with this character in real life if they were real?: total bros | friends | best friends | date | become their steady boyfriend/ girlfriend | neither | i don’t know

Imagine all the movie/karaoke nights and hoverboard rides to be had!!!  ^___^ 


looks: somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY

Not that I’d say it to his face or anything…  >___>

can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me

He’s way too intense to be me.  XD 

would you date/be friends with this character in real life if they were real?: total bros | friends | best friends | date | become their steady boyfriend/ girlfriend | neither | i don’t know

Whirl really does need some more people that care about him in his life.  ;___;  But he’s best handled in small doses… 

harrisontheweirdone  asked:

Well... do you have a name? You remind me of a Deino/Flaffy hybrid...

Someone already asked what my name was… I won’t repeat myself and tell you what it is, you just need to figure it out.. “
*They shake their head to cover their glowing left eye. After, they stop releasing a poisonous green mist from their mouth and nose giving them a blank stare.

As for you being reminded of a Deino/Flaaffy just from looking at me… Is that a compliment or an insult….? I’m not familiar of such a ‘mon named Deino, I think I’ve seen some in these woods but I’m not sure if that’s what they are..