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“Vhenan!” The cry is more shriek than shout, and Bull feels a momsnt of confusion  about it because his Kadan is scared, why is his Kadan…

…Oh, well. Huh.

That’s a lot of blood.

A few more of those sword blows must have hit him than he thought.

Part of him was expecting it, though, from the moment they walked into that room and the Viddasala asked him to help and he told her to fuck herself in the politest way he could. Paint a target on his back so they don’t go after the others.

Hands, small and delicate, gripping the sides of his face, moving him less-than forcefully to look into the blurred vision of Kalasin’s face.  “Stay with me,” She says, too quickly, too high-pitched, “Bull don’t you dare do this to me, don’t you dare.”

He laughs. Chuckles, really, feels blood pool and bubble at the corner of his lip and ohhh, that’s not good. Blood in the lungs is never a good thing. “I’m fine,” He says to Kalasin, even as his limbs tremble, “Don’t worry, Kadan, I’m fine.”

“Bullshit,” she says, and there’s tears running down her cheeks.

Shit, it’s worse than he thought if she’s swearing.

“Just a flesh-wound” He counters, summoning a smile for her.

She presses her nose to his, the way she always does, eyes closed, breath shaky, “Don’t you dare leave me, The Iron Bull, don’t you dare.”

He wants to tell her that it’s good, stay angry, forget frightened. Anger always helps her more. Anger always drives her to her best.

“Leave you?” He asks, then snorts in derision, “Something like this isn’t gonna make me leave you, Kadan.”

She looks at him, and he meets her eyes, hazel with flecks of green swimming through them. She’s spotty all over, even her eyes, Bull thinks, then nearly laughs.

“I love you,” She says, softly, “You know that? I love you.”

“I’m gonna be fine,” Bull says, but his voice falters and fades more than he would like when he says it. He frowns and tries again, pushes against the world swimming black, “I’m gonna be…”


Shoma Uno ft. Yuzuru Hanyu, “What are you interested in these days?” || 2017 World Championships (x)

Not to make light of the everything that is the No Man’s Land sequence, but one of my favorite moments in Wonder Woman is a small, nearly forgettable moment, and the one I would argue at its core is Most Diana™️

After Veld is liberated and before they’re getting ready to go to the Gala, Charlie finally falters, expressing his self-doubt at joining them after choking earlier.

And Diana - kind, good, darling Diana - she smiles and laughs, not in a way that mocks or belittles, but rather expresses a purity and sincerity.

“Oh Charlie,” she breathes, “Then who will sing for us?”

With such a simple, seemingly innocent gesture, she reminds us of her true superpower. Yes, she’s strong. She’s a fierce warrior, she can fight like a badass and make us cry while watching her deflect bullets and swing a sword, but more than that, more than making us believe in her, she makes us believe in ourselves

Wonder Woman inspires and reminds us of the goodness within; of our own value, strength, and significance. 

She reminds Charlie of his own worth. That he is more than an eye behind a lens and a finger above a trigger. That a moment of weakness doesn’t define us, any more than our pasts, and she lifts him out of that insecurity effortlessly. 

I just.

Diana, man.


“Geralt! You’ve found me! I knew you would! I always knew! I knew you'ld find me!”  ◉ "Ciri…"  ◉  "You’ve found me! Oh, Geralt! I was waiting all the time, for so very long…We’ll be together now, won’t we? Now we’ll be together, won’t we? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!"  ◉ "Forever, Ciri."  ◉ "It’s like they said, Geralt. It’s like they said! Am I your destiny? Say it! Am I your destiny?"  ◉ "You’re more than that, Ciri. Much more.”   

So….. I saw an ask submitted by @fullmetaldonut to @thatsthat24 (aka Thomas Sanders one of my favorite YouTubers~~) about each of his sides having Keyblades….. I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorta sorry. In order it goes Logan (Logic), Anxiety, Patton (Morality), and Roman (Prince). I thought about flat coloring but… I like the lines. Continue reading for some of my thoughts on the blades

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Prince Aladdin

i just rewatched aladdin with the roommates and it got me thinking

aladdin wishes to be made a prince, but all genie does is get him a lot of stuff and money. that’s not what a prince is. a prince is the son of the king, someone in line for the throne. someone with a lot of money is just - rich. so what i think is:

genie goes okay, that’s a big one - and i can do it! but not on my own, not if you want to do it right. not if you truly want a chance to marry your princess for real, as a prince. and aladdin is a foolish, moral, kind boy - and he agrees. he’s fallen in love with jasmine, an innocent all encompassing love, and he’ll do anything for this sweet, clever girl he only knew for a few hours. so genie takes him across the desert, far from agrabah, and plops right in the middle of a skirmish and is like okay, good luck! and aladdin is like ?????

but there’s assholes with swords attacking a young girl, and aladdin doesn’t even have to think about that, just like when he stood in front of the whip for those little kids. there are three men against him, but he’s fast and clever and has been against a dozen trained palace guards. so it’s not easy to get out of there alive, especially with the little girl to protect, but he manages it with only a thin slice on his upper arm, and he’s endured worse for less. so he picks up the little girl and says “i think we should get out of here, hmm?” and she’s in a pretty red silk getup with tiny jewels encrusted on her like stars against sunset. and she nods and throws her arms around his neck. she won’t talk, only points in the direction of home, but aladdin’s okay with that, he’s used to quiet, scared kids. so he keeps up a steady stream of stories of agrabah, which seems almost like this other desert land. but there are more men with swords and aladdin is like what the fuck is going on, but he hides the girl in a corner and fights them too. and that’s how it goes all the way home. there’s no one on the streets really, and they all scatter when the men attack, and they keep on attacking, he fights his way all the way through the city with the girl on his hip or hidden away.

and he should have known, of course, but he was tired and bruised and bleeding by the time he realized the little girl is silently guiding him to the palace and he’s like why can’t you princesses stay inside??? but he walks up and the guards get one look at the child in his arms and whisk him through and multiple people try to take the girl away but she won’t budge from him, a stubborn pout to her lips as her hands remained locked behind his neck. and he’s finally tossed into a throne room where a tall old man is sitting in agony and two young men pace in front of him, each at least a decade older than aladdin. “they’ve taken our sister!” one of the younger men hiss, “i don’t care about their power or their connections, they’ve taken esfir, and we must go get her!”

“uh,” he clears his throat, “hi?”

and all three men whirl on him and the old man stumble-runs to him. esfir finally lets go of aladdin to picked up and twirled around by her father. the two men are rahim and shapur and they look in wonder at this dirty boy of fifteen who’s returned the girl to them, and he speaks with an accent and clearly is not from here and they get the story from him - he’s traveled across the desert because those in his own country want him dead. “you know,” rahim says as the king clutches at esfir in desperate relief, “you could have held her for ransom. you almost died saving her, and we would have paid handsomely to have her returned safely.”

and aladdin gives him a flat disapproving look, appearing in this moment four times his age, and says “people are not objects or bargaining chips. especially not lost little girls.” and rahim and shapur share an impressed conspiring look and they each grab one of his arms and lead him away. “hey! what are you -”

“do be quiet little brother,” shapur says cheerfully, “we really have to get you out of your rags.”

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Overwatch fan fic.

Hero type: Defense

left click: Switcher throw a horizontal beam with his sword that get larger the further it goes.

If close combat melee damage is added to the beam, but if Switcher does more than 4hits the sword break and need 4sec to fully regenerate.

Right Click: life switch

Switcher can switch his life with the enemy.

range : melee range

cool down: 16sec

E: Link

Switcher create a link between him or an ally and an enemy. 50% of the damage will be reflect to the enemy link.

cool down: 8sec

shift: Stealing life/Sharing Ultimate

Switcher can steal life with his attack and share it to his team with an AOE 15meters or to share away his percentage ultimate.

Ultimate: Transformation

Switcher creates a sphere around him with an AOE of 20meters for 3sec. any damages done in this area by the enemy is absorbed and turn into ultimate percentage for all teamates.

so uh

is the additional plot in the DLC going to explain why the Hero from 10,000 years ago looks nothing like Link but a lot like Ganondorf

or are we just. supposed to roll with it and not ask questions