reasons why futurama is so great and is so important to so many of us
philip j fry is our protagonist. he is mentally ill and pansexual (both of which are canon). we watch him develop from an irresponsible “loser” who has nothing to a semi-responsible man with an entire family in the form of the planet express crew. he isn’t a typical science fiction male hero - he always has to be saved, he messes everything up, he hardly does his job, but his saving grace is the fact that he is kind. and fry’s kindness is what endears everyone on the show to him. he is the most important person in the universe even though his mind constantly tells him that he’s a nothing who has no one. (this message has helped me through so many difficult times). also, the beauty in a mentally ill queer character getting the happiest of endings imaginable puts futurama leagues ahead of every other show ever.
turanga leela. EVERYTHING about her. she’s a disabled orphan who grew up bullied and literally had to go through everything alone. when we meet her, time and time again, she chooses her own destiny. the first episode starts with her quitting her boring job to be the best space pilot in the galaxy. leela is the strongest person on the show and is the closest thing to a superhero that the show has. she’s an intersectional feminist, stands up for the rights of minorities and animals. hell, she literally leads a revolution to get the mutants equal rights. one other thing that i want to note is that the animators wanted her nose smaller bc they didn’t think female characters should have big noses, but legend matt groening fought to keep it the size it was.
matt groening also specifically created the character of amy wong to break the stereotype that only men can do slapstick. amy continuously breaks stereotypes. she’s a genius and has a phd, but she’s also ditzy. she’s promiscuous, she’s a party girl. her parents are emotionally abusive and she deals with an eating disorder. she’s also an asian woman who’s a lead character!! what other mainstream cartoon has done that?
hermes conrad could’ve been the stereotypical token black character who only comes in once in a while to say “sassy” lines but he’s not. he’s a proud jamaican who’s a proud bureaucrat, a former olympic champion, and an amazing husband and father. and then we see the beautiful story of how he saved bender as a baby and it just makes you love him anymore.
this last point isn’t about the characters, but about one of the most clear main messages of the show, which fry says in bender’s big score: “i want what’ll make you happy, not what’ll make me happy.” not only does it destroy the nice guy trope in that instance, but it’s used in so many other great situations. bender giving up a relationship with his son so that his son can achieve his dreams, leela’s parents giving up a life with her so that she can have a better life. unconditional selfless love is presented to us time and time again and it’s such an important message
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Words: 930 ( I promise nex part is gonna be bigger)
You barely slept that night; you couldn’t relax your muscles neither your mind.
You packed and repacked your suit case five times; you watered your house
plants and read a book about a girl who relived the day of her death over and
weren’t ready to spent six days at your hometown, when you looked at the clock
was 5 a.m. and you had a flight to catch in 6 hours. You took a long shower
letting the water wash your worries away, after that you cleaned your apartment
one last time.
still have one hour to spent, you lay on your couch hopping that you can take a
quick nap but no. Your conversation with your mother keeps playing in your
*Quick note before I start: This is the 2nd installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 1, 3,4, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*
Jeanne had been sitting for nearly half an hour in stony silence glaring at the Turic across from her. She had been in interrogation rooms before, never one this nice though. Her eyes kept taking in the room any time he looked away as she scanned for anything she could use as a weapon. She had never had to fight a Turic, or any alien really, but it paid to be prepared.
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything? Food? Water? Our scans indicate that you are lacking in several nutrients required by humans for optimal health.”
The door opened and a human woman she didn’t recognize came in. Of course they would use a human to be the “bad cop”. Well this slag wouldn’t get anything out of her.
“Thank’s for keeping her company Kit’cha, took forever to get here.” The woman smiled at the Turic and they did some kind of secret handshake before the Turic left the room. The woman turned to Jeanne and smiled again before sitting down. “Sorry to keep you waiting Miss…” she glanced at the file on the desk “Jeanne. Do you have a last name or something you prefer to be called?”
Jeanne met the questions with more silence.
“I understand that re-acclimating to interstellar society can be rough, but that’s why I’m here. My name is Kiara Williams and I am the special liaison between the galactic council and what’s being called ‘The Lost Colonies’. I just want to assure you that we’re all here to help and you don’t have to be scared of any of the alien races you’ll see aboard this station, they’re all friendly, especially the Turics like Kit’cha.”
Jeanne settled back into her surprisingly comfortable chair with her arms folded and glared at Kiara. It had taken her years to perfect this look and it felt like a waste to use it on someone as soft as her, but she knew better than to give any information to a cop, or worse, a shrink. Kiara, for her part, just smiled again and made a note in the file.
“I get it, I do. Finding out that there are other alien races out there and that you’re part of a larger galactic community can be a little jarring. When my colony was found it took years for some of my closest family to warm up to those outside our species, but now that we’ve opened up to the galactic community we’ve managed to make huge strides in settling worlds that were previously thought to be inhospitable and exploring some of the unknown reaches. We don’t know much yet about your colony, but I’m sure we can learn a lot from each other.”
Jeanne ground her teeth together as she mulled over what Kiara had said. There was a long moment of silence before Jeanne finally spoke.
“I already know about the aliens, and about other humans, never saw them of course. You keep saying lost colony and shit. Are you telling me you don’t know why we were on that planet?”
Kiara shook her head and spun the file around so Jeanne could read it. “From what I was told on my way here, there was an underground human colony detected on a planet orbiting a red dwarf star. Apparently the communication array was destroyed several hundred Sols ago and the surface was inhospitable to human life due to the high levels of radiation from the nearby star. We only detected it due to the unique formations on the surface that corresponded to human architecture. We assumed that it was a self sustaining scientific outpost that had managed to get stranded. As usual the rest of the search team was surprised anyone could live there until they realized that it was humans. It’s unfortunate that we don’t have records of your colony though.”
Jeanne narrowed her eyes but uncrossed her arms as she looked over the file. Either this Kiara was one helluva bullshit artist or they genuinely didn’t know what PX-9 was.
“We were never a research colony or any of that shit. PX-9 is blacksite prison run by EarthGov. My father says that the warden robots destroyed the comms array and the transport during a riot a few generations back. We’ve been stuck on that prison ever since. A few riots later and we managed to take out the warden robots too. That was a long time ago. Doesn’t matter though. We found the databases and prison logs. According to EarthGov law, anyone born in that prison is automatically guilty of their parent’s crimes so I’m stuck there. You seem like a nice person. You should probably take me back before they find a reason to lock you up too, if they haven’t already.”
Kiara’s jaw dropped as she tried to gather her thoughts. “I’m so sorry Jeanne, both your people and to you personally. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to be born into that, but I want you to know that you don’t have to go back if you don’t want. No one will make you. EarthGov hasn’t existed for over 200 Sols.”
From the outside Jeanne appeared as composed as she had all day. Someone who knew her well enough would have recognized the twitch in her lip and would have known to take a few steps back. On the inside her heart was pounding and her mind was racing. What did she mean EarthGov didn’t exist? Jeanne had spent a long time learning to read people, it was an important skill to have when you needed to know who you could trust in a fight. Kiara didn’t seem to be lying about any of this. Could she trust Kiara? IF she could trust Kiara, what would happen to the people on PX-9 once whatever government was in place found out about it? “Suppose I believe you. What now? What happens to me and my family?”
Kiara smiled again, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “When EarthGov fell we lost a lot of records of colonies, research outposts and apparently prisons as well. Most of them still had communications, but some either lost them or purposefully never set them up to avoid the government so we keep finding pockets of humanity in the most surprising places. I was on one of those planets 20 sols ago and ever since I’ve been one of the specialists they call in to help people find their way in the galactic community. I don’t know yet where we can send you if you don’t want to stay on PX-9 though there are plenty of beautiful worlds I’ve found that could use the ‘human touch’ if you and your family are willing. First though, we would like to know more about you and your society.”
“Leaving would be… good. I want that in writing.”
Kiara nodded “Will do. I’ll send a message to my contacts on the galactic council and get set up with some priority transport ships to get as many people offworld as want to leave. We’ll find a planet that will work for you and your people. Several if necessary. Also I can personally guarantee you that no one will be held accountable for the actions of their ancestors, that’s just not the way we do things anymore.”
“What- What if” Jeanne’s voice broke for a moment as some darker thoughts came rushing in. “What if we did some things that might be against the law of your galactic council. I’m not saying I did, just that suppose someone like me had to do something, something they’re not proud of, in order to get by. What then?”
Kiara thought for a moment before finally speaking. “We haven’t run into this situation before. PX-9 is the first, and hopefully only, prison colony we’ve found so far. I would hope though that we can use this to set a positive precedent and grant some kind of clemency for people unjustly imprisoned by a defunct government. I’ll have to get clearance but as long as someone that ‘had to do certain things in order to get by’ is able to abide by the laws of the Galactic Republic then I think we should be able to work something out.”
The only thing holding Jeanne together at this point was a lifetime of conditioning to suppress her emotions.
“I still have a few cycles before we’re back in comms range of the council so we’ve got some time. I understand you’ve got a lot to process so if you don’t want to talk that’s fine but at some point before you leave I’d like to know more about you and your society. It will help us find out how to best help you find your place in the galaxy.”
Jeanne’s mouth twitched up, starting to form a smile. She stood up from the table and took Kiara’s hand. “Get it for me in writing shrink. Then we’ll talk.”
Pulling pranks with a straight face.
Lance kept his face straight when he talked with his younger siblings.
He had to hide his emotions or they would be suspicious especially with
what he had planned. “Hey let’s play a game of hide and seek.” Lance
exclaimed and the two younger siblings smiled at their nine year old
brother. Of course Lance was seeker and he counted to ten although he
already knew where they would hide. Five seconds later he heard
screeching coming from his younger sister’s room and a second later she
flew out of her room. “There’s giant bugs in my room!” She screamed and
Lance burst. Of course the ‘giant bugs’ were fake Lance had saw them at
the local sore and begged his mama to buy them just for this purpose.
“LANCE!!” His sister screeched as she realized the joke and soon he was
tackled to the ground his younger siblings on top of him.
It’s so lonely, I wanna play around. Lance sighed dropping
his head on the book he was studying. He had to study hard in order to
get the scholarship at the Garrison but he hated it. He turned to look
out the window and saw his sibling both younger and older running
around. He sighed again he could have joined them but he had decided to
study instead he was really regretting that choice. “LANCE!” His little
sister jumped onto his back. “Marie what are you doing?” Lance laughed
untangling her from him. “Please come out and play with us!” She looked
up and gave him the puppy eyes that he can never say no to. “I have to
study.” He said weakly knowing that in a minute he would join them.
“It’s Saturday.” Marie huffed and grabbed his arm dragging him with her.
He smiled this was his family and he loved all of them.
To you, and even you To be blunt, I’m not really needed.
Lance scowled, sure he was upgraded to fighter pilot but only because
Keith, his rival, got kicked out. And now every chance Iverson got he
reminded Lance that he was only here because bad boy Keith left. He
couldn’t help it every comment brought down his confidence. And to make
matters worse he failed yet another simulator even after acting
confident in front of his teammates Hunk and Pidge. He had to get out of
this place. His confidence plummeted and his anxiety was taking its
place. He decided to do what he always did and ran. That sort of failed
because soon he was dragged into a war. A war where even the slightest
mistake could kill him.
That’s enough, I’m tired, go away. The battles were harsh
and cruel. Sure no one died and when someone was hurt they were put into
the healing pod. But honestly Lance wanted his home. He wanted his
giant family. Most of all he wanted to rest. He only ever told Coran
about his worries, he decided to relax and that time he relaxed, BOOM,
they were attacked right under Lance’s nose. Lance sighed yet again he
was healed and no new threat of Zarkon has come yet so that means he can
relax. Right? Wrong. Allura decided that they all need more training.
When they weren’t fighting for their lives they were training. Lance
just wanted one day off but that wasn’t coming any day soon. He just
wished that the galaxy would remember that they were just kids forced
into a war.
I dreamed of rich colors. But when I wake up, all I see are my two black hands.
They have been in space for days, weeks, months, Lance didn’t know
anymore. Every night he would dream of his family, a family the
comforted him, not make him feel bad for his lack of skill. A family
that told him every day that he would survive that he would be okay, not
a family that pushed him never letting him have just one day of rest.
In his head he knew that the other teammates didn’t mean to be harsh. He
knew they just wanted him to be strong enough to bring down the Galra.
He knew they loved him and he loved them to. But right now he just
wished for his family the one that forced him out to play not train.
A carefree child dances happily, unknowing. Another planet
saved. Another battle where no one dies. Another day in the Healing pod.
And another alliance meeting. The planet was peaceful and beautiful.
The aliens were reptilian like called the Silurian. Most of them green
and some brown but all covered in scales. They had only just been
attacked by the Galra before Voltron came and saved them. They were
happy thanking the paladins and Lance even saw a kid dancing around
during the feast. He smiled at that wishing he had that innocence.
Wishing he still could play around. Wishing he hadn’t been pulled into
this war that was slowly sucking the life out of him.
Out of breath, we play a game of tag. And I was caught by you.
They were in a Galran ship. Lance and Keith had separated from the
group to search the block for prisoners. But somewhere along the way
they took a wrong turn and were now hopelessly lost. “Keith I told you
it was a left.” Lance muttered glancing down the halls to make sure
there were no guards. “Whoops.” Keith whispered sheepishly. Lance huffed
and rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything else. “Found them!” A voice
yelled from behind. Keith and Lance turn behind to see a group of
guards. The two decided to run instead of getting caught. Lance grabbed
Keith after many turns and pushed him in an alcove where they hid till
the guards ran past. They slowly slid out before retracing their steps
in hopes of finding the prisoners. Yet again they are met with guards
but before they can call out their location Keith and Lace both
attacked. Lance smiled momentarily when all guards had fallen until he
saw one last one hiding. The one that had hid also had a gun pointed
straight at Keith whose back was turned away from the Galra. “Keith!”
Lance screeched before pushing him away as the galran shot. Lance felt
the impact hitting him in the chest and the last he saw was Keith’s
Taking a trembling step forward, Alone, I say; “Bye bye”.
Lance was on a field filled with flowers. He blinked the field gone and
now he was on an alien planet. He rubbed his eyes the planet was gone he
was on a beach. He sucked in a breath, it was the beach in Varadero.
Lance turned and there at the shore was his family. Lance could feel the
tears streaming down his face as he stared at the image of his family.
All of them smiling his mama in the middle her arms open. “Come now my
son come home!” She whispered a giant smile. Lance was trembling now his
family his home. He took a step and memories shot through him. He froze
as he remembered the shot that went through him. He stared at his
family realizing that they were only an image and that he was dying. He
was still frozen in the ankle high water debating whether to go to his
family or find a way back. Lance then chuckled he shouldn’t hesitate he
knew he had to go back but he really didn’t want to. He didn’t want to
go back to the pain and battles. Sure he wanted to see Keith again but
he couldn’t handle the pain anymore. “Bye Voltron. My space family I
love you.” He whispered quietly tears still falling. But before he could
take another step he was pulled back.
Come on, Love, love, come over here. “LANCE COME BACK.”
Keith was screaming his voice hoarse from yelling too much. He was
cradling lance bridal style running through the ship towards where he
hoped Red was. “Keith talk to me.” It was Shiro’s voice through the
comms. “He’s not breathing Shiro. Oh god he’s not breathing.” Keith now
felt tears streaming down his face. He forced himself to run faster.
“Keith calm down. Who’s not breathing?” Shiro his voice calm but also
laced with worry. “LANCE!” Keith screamed finally making it to red. “Oh
god.” It was Pidge this time. “Keith please tell me you are joking.”
Hunk said voice shaking. “Why would I joke like this?” Keith yelled as
he focused on piloting Red to the ship. Keith then turned the comms off
as the other paladins started to panic. “Come on Lance don’t die on me.
Please don’t die. I need you.” Keith started mumbling his vision blurred
from tears. As soon as he landed he ran with Lance to the med bay where
Coran and Allura were setting up a pod. “Hurry put him in.” Allura said
messing with computers. “Please work.” Keith whispered as he set him in
the pod. The pod then seemed to shock Lance. “Don’t worry that’s
natural it shocks him in hopes of starting his heart Coran explained.
For a second nothing but then the heart monitor started and Keith’s legs
gave out in relief. Lance was alive.
Is it all right? Is it fine? I open my eyes. Lance had
thought he was a goner. Lance had secretly hoped he was a goner. But
soon, too soon, he felt the familiar fall when the healer pod opens. As
he fell he hoped Hunk was there to catch him again. Instead of the giant
friend that usually catches him he felt smaller arms wrap around him.
“Lance.” The voice croaked. The voice that belonged to Keith. “LANCE.”
He heard another yell this time Hunk. “Oh thank god you’re alive.” Pidge
this time. “We missed you buddy.” Shiro whispered and soon he was
tackled to the ground by all his friends. Lance couldn’t help a small
smile as he felt them pushing into him. Lance finally cracked his eyes
open to be met with the face of his friends. All of them had tear
stained faces and red eyes and all of them were tearing up with giant
smiled on their faces. “You scared me so much.” Keith murmured from his
place on Lance’s chest. “Sorry mullet.” Lance croaked out voice rough
from not being used. “Never take a bullet for me, again.” Keith said
hiding his face in his chest. Lance let out a small laugh at that. He
felt the tears well up and soon he was crying. He was alive. And he was
with his family.
Today and even tomorrow, let’s all play together. For the
next few days after Lance’s resurrection his team would not let him out
of their sights. And every night they would refuse to sleep by
themselves which would ensue a giant sleepover in the main room. Allura
and Coran always joined them and made sure every minute that Lance was
fine. Lance smiled and assured them he was fine and he was honestly
surprised they cared so much. But the one who clinged the most to him
was Keith. Keith had to be touching Lance to actually convince him that
Lance was alright. Every day he would latch himself to Lance’s arm and
honestly it was adorable. Lance knew he always had a crush and Keith and
he was glad that there could be a possibility that it was recuperated.
Maybe one day he would finally get the courage to confess.
A/N: It’s almost 2:30am and I swear I was drifting in and out of sleep as I wrote this. But. I think it makes sense….hopefully lol a few notes!!I changed some bits from the movie to better suit my overall plot. Hope ya like! Also, Jupiter and Caine will not be in this!
It was the sound of jet engines that caught your attention, at least that’s what it sounded like. But, as you rushed to the large windows along the halls you noticed, what earthling would consider, a spaceship. Large, menacing, and almost beautiful as it seemed to take off in a matter of a second before disappearing into the distance. It left you dumbstruck for a moment, because it was the first time you had seen such a thing in your life. You almost wanted to laugh at the idea of it all. To think they actually existed, it was amazing to you.
“Who was that?” You asked, looking over at your tour guide as she too joined you in looking outside.
“Oh, Lord Balem’s ship.”
“He has a ship….of course he has a ship….”
You rolled your eyes, moving away from the view as you gazed at her once again. Balem seemed to enjoy this lavish lifestyle of his, and you had to wonder how much a ship cost anyway. Had to be expensive though, even judging by his glorious house he called a room, this man definitely had a mind for business. You had to admire that about him at least.
“Handsome and rich…what a catch.”
It was a half joke, but you still felt your cheeks heat up at your compliment. As much as you liked to pretend he wasn’t even a fleck of a thought in your mind, you truly did find the brooding Lord rather dashing.
“What was that?”
Nevaeh had a knowing smirk on her face, and you knew she had heard your little quip. She seemed far too pleased with herself, and you waved her teasing off as you picked up your pace down the hall.
“Hmm…well, is it really a surprise? He has everything.” She smiled, shrugging her shoulders like she was already used to it all. “Businessmen from all over the universe seek his approval, either to place their hands in his pockets or to marry their daughters off.”
All you could do was giggle, knowing that anyone wishing to gain his favor was probably in for a rude awakening. You barely knew him, yet that much was already clear to you. “I take it no one meets his approval?”
“Mmm. Don’t really believe he’s the marrying type.”
“Of course not…”
Somehow, hearing that only made you feel worse. Not that marrying him was a dream of yours, quite the contrary. But, as far as your dignity went, you were beyond struggling with it. Knowing how close you were to letting him have his way with you this morning, or even the night before…it was pathetic. Perhaps that’s what made this hard for you, knowing a man like him truly did just want sex and nothing more, and the fact that you actually wanted to let him have it. You were a complete mess of hormones around him, it was hardly flattering to your morality. It’s not like he’d be the first one night stand you had, but at least back on earth you had the option of heading home. Here? Well, performing the walk of shame back to your apartment wasn’t going to be easy. Science was never your forte, but you figured walking off another planet wasn’t the brightest of ideas.
“I’m a mess…”
To say you were displeased with your current state of emotions was an understatement, but what other choice did you have but to wallow around in your own pity.
Nevaeh tried her best to stifle her laugh, and she covered her lips with those perfectly manicured nails of hers. Her footsteps were soft against the marbled halls, silk dress gliding along beautifully as she beckoned you to keep following her. Despite all you had been through the last two days, at least she was somewhat normal. Granted, her appearance was definitely something you wouldn’t come across on earth, with her almost gold skin, and blonde hair. But, she was still a rare comfort to you right now.
“So what duties am I supposed to learn?”
Her lips curled into a sympathetic grin, and she bit down on her bottom one as she tried to figure out a way to delicately say it. But, no matter how hard she tried she knew the point would still come across terribly.
“Considering how close you are to Lord-”
“We’re not close!”
“Balem now,” She giggled, “you’ll be his personal servant. Which means you pour him his wine in meetings, draw him his baths, essentially cater to his every desire…and I do mean-”
“I get it.”
You rubbed at your temples gently, eyes screwed shut in frustration as her words processed. Was it still too late to contemplate running from the very man who held a power over you, that you didn’t quite understand it? With a troubled sigh you looked down at the floor, trying to figure out what path was the right one.
“You’re thinking of leaving, aren’t you?”
At her question you glanced up, eyebrows furrowed in concern as she smiled sadly at you.
“No…yes, I don’t know. Look, I’ve been here for a couple of days, and I’m lost. Mentally and physically. I’m trying to act like everything is fine, and I’m okay but the truth is, I am losing my mind.”
Nevaeh felt pity for you, it can’t have been easy after all, to be whisked away to foreign place and then turned into a servant. She was there once, only she knew of the vastness of space, you didn’t.
“I understand. It can be difficult for your people, knowing they aren’t the only ones out there. Especially when they’re underdeveloped.”
“Isn’t that the biggest understatement.”
“But, it is the truth. And no matter what you say or do, you’re here now. And it’s no dream.” She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, giving a soft squeeze before linking your arms together and walking with you towards another room.
“Might as well make the best of it.”
“How?” It came out a bit desperate, but you were just looking for a purpose right now. Anything to ease the growing tension you felt inside your heart.
“Well for starters-”
The girl laughed, nudging you playfully as she let you go. She moved towards a doorway, the heavy metal entrance rising as she grew closer. Beyond the door was a large kitchen, and you could see the cooks and servers working tirelessly. She opened the nearby wine cabinets, pointing out some of Balem’s favorites before switching her topic back to the Lord in question.
“Do as you will with what you have with him, but I can promise even when he grows bored with you, and you aren’t foolish enough to fall for him, you’ll be treated well enough. Clothes, a room, food. Say what you will of the Abrasax family, they all take care of their servants.”
She had a different idea of being looked after than you did, but you couldn’t blame her for the optimism.
“How kind of them…”
“Most of them are miserable in their lives, and what we do for them is a mercy.”
Balem walked along side his siblings, hands clasped elegantly in front of him as he spoke. His boots scuffed against the floor, eyes scanning the blue sands of Zalintyre.
“I have to thank you, Balem. For responding. I must admit I thought you’d ignore my invitation yet again.” Titus smirked at his older brother, exchanging a glance with Kalique before he gestured towards the empty fields of the planet. “We were just admiring your latest success. Well done, brother.”
Balem’s lips twitched at the corner, and he knew his brother’s compliments were mere distractions from his actual feelings. But, he smiled none the less, nodding his head as he spoke up.
“The House of Abrasax continues to thrive despite the squandering of your inheritance, brother.”
Titus gripped the glass he had in his hands tighter, Balem’s words grating on his ego. But, he could not afford to allow his older brother to ruffle his feathers. “It would seem so, dear brother.”
Kalique watched them with interest, smiling at the way her two brothers glared at each other. Nothing in the universe would ever stop them hating one another, but perhaps that would eventually work in her favor. To quell the tensions rising, she calmly placed her hand on Balem’s arm, smile growing as she happily spoke of her newest venture.
“Balem! I have exciting news, there is to be a ball.”
The First Primary’s gaze fell upon her, his eyes squinting in suspicion. “A ball?”
“Yes, dear brother. You do remember those, don’t you? Mother threw them all the time. Only the greatest attended, made for such a great business opportunity.”
At Titus’ words, Balem just grew more annoyed, gritting his teeth as he turned on his heel and began to walk away. He had no time for such fancies, not when he was the only one keeping this family in business.
“If this is to be another one of your eulogies, Titus, I’ve more important matters to attend.”
Before Balem could walk away, Titus held his hand out, proudly speaking of their late mother. “It was her birthday recently. You know I get sentimental…and I was going through one of mother’s old files and I came across a description of a planet she claimed was the most rare and beautiful estate she ever owned.”
Kalique’s eyes moved from Balem to Titus, knowing fully well what the younger one was up to. But, she couldn’t help but feel a bit curious to see how Balem would react.
“I believed she named it-”
Balem cut him off, his head tilted in offense as he did so. The conversation was taking a turn he hadn’t anticipated, but he was hard pressed to keep his siblings from pursuing such ambitions.
“Yes, Earth. I believe it was part of your inheritance wasn’t it, brother?”
Every word that left Titus’ mouth only made him more confident, and he smiled at Balem. But, it was far too forced to even move the Primary’s emotions.
“I was quite moved by her description, and I was wondering if there was any chance you might be willing to part with it?”
Kalique warned, brows rising in mock surprise. “Didn’t you bother to look? That planet is worth more than all your estates combined.”
“Really?” Titus feigned ignorance, gaze moving back to Balem who was still glaring deeply at him. “I had no idea.”
The First Primary could scoff at their display, but he simply held his dignity about him. He bowed his head at his sister, uttering her name softly before turning away, and looking over his shoulder at Titus with a stare that could kill.
“You will be coming to my ball, won’t you?”
Balem ignored her question, walking back up the ramp into his ship before it began to close. Despite his silence, she knew she’d be seeing him very soon.
“He thinks himself untouchable.”
Titus smirked at his sister’s frustration, his eyes still looking towards where Balem once was. “How wrong he is, my sister.”
The splice flinched as Balem emerged from the ship, sauntering down the long bridge that led back into his palace, a pit of nothingness below. It was obvious he was in no mood for pleasant conversation, not that he ever was.
“Yes, my Lord?”
“Retrieve any files of my mother, and earth from the department. Leave nothing behind. Bring it to me, and only me. Is that understood?”
Mr. Night tried in vain to keep up with his Lord’s long strides, but he fell behind every time. “Is there anything in particular I should look for my lord?”
Balem stopped in his tracks, turning his head as he whispered the last part. “Anything my beloved sister and brother can use to ruin me.”
Before he could make his way into the palace he stopped one last time, tone stern as he asked after his newest fancy.
Mr. Night directed some of his employees to head to the department, his beady eyes meeting his lord’s as he happily announced his knowledge to him.
“She’s in the servant’s quarters, my lord.”
You had to stop and consider Nevaeh’s words once again, about Abrasax families caring for their servants. Because the moment you entered said area, your eyes had widened in shock. The servant’s quarters alone were bigger than your apartment complex. Perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but they were definitely far nicer than anything you had lived in.
It was a long hall, and there was just numerous doors along the path, each one belonging to one or two servants. You hadn’t bothered to look into their rooms, but judging by Nevaeh’s you assumed everyone loved rather decently here.
“Told you, didn’t I?”
She smiled cheekily at you, waving her hand for you to follow as she sat on her bed. It was nothing entirely special, certainly not like Balem’s where candles and lights hung around the bed, and pillows adorned every corner, but it was comfortable enough. You sat at the foot of it, watching her remove her jewelry as she she told you of some more duties and where to find this or that.
“What about the showers?”
“Yes, I just…haven’t really taken a proper one. By myself.”
Nevaeh laughed, unpinning her blonde hair as it fell around her shoulders. “I understand. Down the hall, last door.”
You thanked her, getting up from the bed and rushing out the door towards the showers. It was finally something good for you, a moment to yourself, to think, and relax away from this world.
His footsteps echoed down the hall, making every servant in the area stiffen in terror. They had been around so long they had grown to learn his very walk. And as Balem made his way into the quarters, his mood began to sour, seeing all his servants slowly peek their heads out from their rooms like a bunch of rats ready to scurry away at any sign of danger.
The men hid themselves away, while the women eyed him up and down, as if he were some god to them. He paid them no mind, his green eyes inspecting the hall for any sign of his current desires.
Gentle hands dared to touch him, and he stopped in his tracks, looking down at the offender. It was a brunette, one he remembered right away as a past conquest of his. Though what she wanted of him now was beyond his interests.
He gripped her wrists, moving her hands off his chest as he made to walk passed her. But, she only held onto his arm, calling out to him again and again as she tried to receive any form of acknowledgement.
“Lord Balem, please.”
He was close to losing it, his mood already compromised by his siblings, and if it had been one second longer he would’ve raised his voice, and declared his anger. But, you had been walking out, hair a wet mess on your head, dangling carelessly in front of your eyes, and silk robe once more hanging around your body. It clung to your damp skin, hugging your curves in ways that enticed him to no end. Truthfully, he had been looking for you for one simple purpose: relieve his stress. Nothing settled his frustrations more than a good session between the sheets, and after this morning he was itching for more contact. It was hard for him to forget it, and even amongst his meeting with Titus and Kalique, his mind often wandered to the sweet scent of you, and the way you always gazed at him with those eyes. Curious, yet apprehensive. It was all too entrancing.
You hadn’t noticed him at first, you were busy trying to wring the water from your wet strands. But, when you looked up and you met that green gaze, your heart nearly stopped. He was staring at you again, only this time the lust in his eyes was stronger, more evident if at all possible. All you could do was tug the robe around you tighter, thankful Nevaeh had brought it to you before you got out.
However, pulling it against your flesh only seemed to cause the Primary more grief, and he growled softly in his throat, pushing aside his passed bedmate in annoyance as he made his way towards you. It was clear he was on the prowl, his eyes narrowing with every step he took, and by the time he was in front of you, your back was pressed firmly into the wall.
“My little bird.”
His silky voice made you shiver, and you licked your lips as he cupped your chin, lifting your gaze to him. His eyes were so captivating then, dark and smoldering, and it took every strength you had not to stand and stare all day.
His thumb brushed your bottom lip, breath hot against them as he dared to lean down. Your eyes widened, heart hammering away in your chest, and as he neared you realized everyone in here must be watching.
You placed a hand upon his chest, blushing madly as he stopped just inches from your lips. You had never seen him so worked up before, maybe denying him these past two days really did a number on him. The man was obviously not used to rejection.
Balem’s jaw tightened in annoyance and sexual frustration, but he knew what your worries were about. He looked over his shoulder, glaring at the servants who would dare interrupt him. They all flooded back into their rooms, save for the women he once knew intimately. They were almost on the verge of tears, and it took all of him not to roll his eyes at their pathetic nature.
He turned back to you, releasing your chin as he purred out. “Come with me, little bird.”
He was close to walking away, but when you stayed put, flush against the wall he growled in annoyance and decided it was up to him to move those legs of yours. He grabbed your waist, curling his arm around it as he lifted you up, throwing you over his shoulder like it was nothing new.
You were too shocked to say anything at first, and you focused on the floor as he walked away, taking you along with him. Everyones gaze was on you, that much you could feel, it almost burned from their hatred of you. At least the women, all except Nevaeh who stared around the corner of her room, smiling and giggling as you stared at her bewildered.
It wasn’t until you were outside in the hallways when you came to your senses. And you struggled in his tight grasp, trying to gain some of your pride back and walk on your own. “Put me down!”
Balem didn’t pay attention though, he just held you tighter on his shoulder, hand cupping the back of your thigh as he neared his chambers. The halls were darkening, the moon outside the windows becoming closer as night took over on this planet. At least by now, there wouldn’t be many people walking the halls like earlier, yet you still wished no one had seen you like this. It only furthered the idea that you were this man’s new lay.
“Please, let me go.”
It was beneath you to resort to begging, but your shame was only building. Because, his palm was far too warm against your thigh, and it was doing things to you that were making you question everything.
Balem stopped just in front of his chambers, the heavy door rising at the sense of his presence. As he entered his room, his footsteps echoed along the walls, and he carefully walked down the small steps towards his bed before tossing you on it.
It was almost a squeak that escaped your lips, your nails digging into his sheets to try to gain some traction in your shock. Balem was staring down at you from the foot of the bed, eyes roaming along your body, enjoying the way the robe slipped between your thighs, revealing your long gorgeous legs to him. He licked his lips in desire, hands coming up to remove his high gold collar and tossing it along with his cape to the floor.
His eyes never left you as he removed most of his clothes, leaving himself in just his pants as he crawled onto the bed.
He whispered, leaning down as he dragged his warm lips across your cheek and against your ear, making you squirm under him.
You didn’t want him to, in fact you were saying that more to yourself than to him. It was like a mantra you repeated to yourself, if only to keep your desires in check for another day longer. But, he simply chuckled darkly into your ear, his voice making you bite your lip.
“I’m tired of waiting, aren’t you?”
He nipped at your earlobe, licking across your ear before leaning back up to stare at you. “Let me have you.”
Your breathing was all over the place, so much so it almost matched the wild beat of your heart as Balem seduced you. He turned onto his back, pulling you along with him as he laid you along his lap. You straddled his waist, gasping when his manhood pressed into your heat. Even between his pants and your robe you could tell how hard he was.
The friction made him groan, and he rested his hands on your thighs as he moved the robe away, giving him more access to your skin.
“Take it off.”
He tugged on the end of your robe, waiting for you to comply, but in your current state of confusion and lust you were no help. You simply blushed above him, eyes focused on the strong muscles of his chest and torso. You wanted to touch them, to run your nails along his abs and see how they reacted to your touch. But, you could hardly think straight right now. The dilemma of your mind still waging a war.
Balem scoffed at your inability to speak right now, and he decided to take matters into his own hands. Anything to see more of your body above him.
“Foolish little bird.”
He ran his fingertips up your thigh, delighting in the way your muscles twitched under his touch. His trail didn’t stop there though, and he continued his path upwards, until the tie to your robe twirled between his fingers.
His eyes met yours, a heavy sexual tension forming between you two as he slowly slid the tie out of the knot, making the robe come undone. The silk slipped of your shoulders, smooth against your skin as it pooled all the way down to your hips, revealing your naked body to the First Primary.
A/N: Hope ya liked!!! Maybe a smut next chapter 🙊 Let’s see if our dear reader finally caves!
So you’ve already heard what I had to say about Lars and his actions, also thank you all for sharing and liking that post, it’s the most I have ever scene rounding over at a nice 1,000 as I type this. So now on to the meat of the 5th bomb, the revelations and just how much trouble Steven is actually in, but first,
This beautiful little cherub said the three letter sentence that every Ship fiend on this planet lives and breaths to here, and yes while it was aimed at all of his friends and the Gems, his family. He said this sentence directly after Connie called out to him, and boy howdy am I gonna tell you I screamed, punched the air about nine times and giggled like a school-girl. Sugar, you give and take away at such a frantic pace!
Aquamarine and Topaz, or as I like to call them Brat and Brick, are deeply intriguing characters. Now not much can be understood about Topaz do to her being utterly mute for the entire bomb, but Aqua oh goodie gumdrops Aqua, I give the writers credit where credit is do I don’t think I have both fallen in love and hate with a character this fast in my entire twenty years of life.
She’s bratty, commanding, rude, snobbish, incredibly powerful and amazingly conniving. She was the complete opposite of my expectations and I couldn’t have been more pleased by that.
I think I also understand the purpose of an Aquamarine, they are the perfect spies, after all when you are confronted with a being that looks and seemingly acts like a child, you tend to fall into a false sense of security.
Meanwhile Topaz is all muscle, silent, direct in their actions and utterly obedient…or are they. The recent image “leaks” of Stuck Together seem to hint at something much deeper going on there, and while previously I thought that episode was going to be the reveal of “Stars” I think I now understand it better, Topaz unlike Garnet does not like being fused, they wish to be taken for individuals not just as the end result.
Aquamarine in the “leak” also sasses the hell out of Steven, asking him if his pleading is what brought Gems to Rose’s side. Of course she’s wrong, and the true reason is Steven’s greatest weapon, his ability to empathize with almost anyone, which could lead to all sorts of shenanigans in the very near future.
Steven’s heading to Homeworld, or at least somewhere in the Diamonds direct control, he has literally thrown himself into the belly of the beast. This entails all manner of unfortunate events taking place, him getting hurt, the Diamonds revealing all manner of “truths” about Rose Quartz, which won’t make the poor kids guilt complex any better, or hell just going straight to trying to kill him for what his mother did. Though I can see a schism arising between Yellow and Blue over what exactly they plan to do with him, and of course White is still and utter wild card at this point.
The Gems can’t reach him, and his only back up is Lars, poor bastard is way out of his depth here. Steven needs allies, and luckily they’re closer at hand then you might think,
An important thing to teach your sons and daughters is that true happiness is found only within ourselves.
I live in one of the most beautiful places on this planet, have a family that supports me unconditionally and friends who are loyal and good-hearted. Yet, a few years back I managed to be completely and utterly unhappy. I found things and people to complain about, to dislike, to try and change - things I now find absolutely irreplaceable. I blamed others for my unhappiness, I blamed places for my unhappiness, I blamed everything but myself for my unhappiness. I wish I could say this is something we grow out of but I know grown men and women who still blame the world for their own misery.
The truth is, there’s a little, simple secret to true happiness. That is letting go, having faith in something greater than us and realising no person but you and no place in this universe can affect your happiness. When you wake up everyday, you have two options. You can dwell in yesterday’s failures and think of what and who’s to blame for why things went the way they did - or, you can stop swimming against the current and have faith that everything that happens, happens for your own good. There’s doors that God shuts locked for us because He knows we won’t find what we think lies inside. You can trust that He knows what’s best for you and move along - or you can waste half of your life in search of keys to open up that door and tools to break it down.
Sith quigon and Sith tahl trying to raise their adopted son obiwan and make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble while plotting their revenge against the Jedi and bane's line.
I just want to quickly say that I LOVED this prompt. Thank you for sending it to me. ^^
Kenobi, hand it over to me this instance,” the voice of Tahl rang through the
flinched inwardly. When his wife used this particular tone, it meant big
trouble and if Obi-Wan was wise, then he would do as the woman asked.
another voice sounded. It belonged to a young boy with copper hair and ever
changing blue-green eyes.
not open for discussion young man, give it to me NOW,” her tone was irritated
and it held no room for argument. The bearded male knew that his darker skinned
wife was reaching the end of her patience.
Qui-Gon decided to step in, before things could get out of hand. “listen to
and defiance resonated in the Force and there was no doubt from where it came.
But if Obi-Wan reacted like this, because of the fact that he was supposed to
hand over whatever he was holding or because Qui-Gon had referred to the
Noorian as his mother, was not clear.
Tahl did not get along quite as well as the long haired Sith hoped. He didn’t
know why though, since the young one had absolutely no problem with calling him
‘Dad’ or ‘Daddy’, while he completely refused to call Tahl ‘Mom’ or ‘Mommy’.
Perhaps it was due to the fact that Qui-Gon had already bonded with Obi-Wan,
before he had adopted the young orphan, or perhaps it was due to the time they
had already spent together or perhaps it was simply the fact that the bearded
male was simply not as serious and strict as his wife. Whatever the reason,
Obi-Wan had apparently made his decision and he was stubbornly defending it
from the looks of it.
promised,” whined the boy.
Qui-Gon’s complete attention. He actually put aside the datapad and stood up to
walk into the living room, where his small family currently was. Upon entering,
Qui-Gon was immediately greeted by the – in his opinion – most beautiful
blue-green eyes in the galaxy. He bent down and opened his arms in a silent
invitation and of course Obi-Wan followed it immediately. The older male picked
his son up, without any effort.
Obi-Wan said and snuggled closer to the tall man, “you promised.”
“Qui-Gon,” she sent a skeptical look his way.
male only noticed the lightsaber his young one was clutching now. When he had
first met the small and dirty orphan boy, it had been on a planet called
Stewjon, on which Qui-Gon had been attacked by a Jedi pair, two Knights. The
Sith had not been at his best at that time, still recovering from an illness,
and he had truly struggled against the two Knights. Out of a sudden, a young ginger
haired boy had appeared and run between their legs, distracting both Knights
long enough for Qui-Gon to kill them. When the tall male had turned to the
intruder, the boy had actually smiled at him and later on, he had told him that
he had simply followed this fuzzy and farm feeling. Qui-Gon had not known about
the bond that had started to form between them at this point, but he had soon
discovered it and without a second thought, he had brought Obi-Wan Kenobi back
home with him. Qui-Gon had also gifted his son one of the Jedis’ lightsaber, it
had been a well earned trophy.
didn’t I?” the boy nodded against his neck, “Well, allow your Daddy to finish
reading the report, it will only take a couple of minutes, and then I will
teach you how to use that lightsaber of yours.”
eyes beamed up at him. “Alright.”
not,” Tahl cut in. “You cannot truly consider teaching him. He is too small and
too young. Besides, he cannot even properly meditate yet.”
eyes narrowed dangerously at that and their blue color turned into a dirty
green, but they did not yet change to yellow. “Obi-Wan, please go to your room,
the adults need to talk.”
shook his head and a smug expression appeared on the female Sith’s features and
she opened her mouth to gave her husband a sarcastic reply, but the child beat
her to it. “Can’t, I’m being held.”
blinked, before he laughed. “You little devil.” He sat his charge, who gave him
a toothy and cheeky grin, down on the ground. “Now off with you,” he swatted
the young one’s backside gently and mockingly and Obi-Wan finally did as he was
When he was
sure that his little one truly was in his room, did Qui-Gon straighten to his
full height. He crossed his arms over his chest and gazed down at the woman in
front of him with barely concealed anger.
consider training him and just so you know, Obi-Wan is excellent in ALL his
studies, including meditation. “
training with me, he did not excel in anything,” she replied stubbornly, hands
on her hips and her tone defiant.
“If you are
anything like this during his training, then I am not surprised. With your
constant nagging and disapproval, I would not try to impress you either,” he
snapped right back.
gold-green striped eyes turned yellow now too, “Why am I even bothering with
you? You are not even listening anyway and of course I am always wrong in your
That was enough
for the Sith. “What is your damn problem, woman?” he had asked louder than he
problem?!” she said almost hysterical, “My problem is that you brought a
strange child back home, without deeming it necessary to tell and inform me
first. I am sick of you making all the decisions, without even caring for my
opinion. And I am sick of a child that obviously hates me. And YOU, you don’t
even spent time with me anymore. You are either reading those old reports of
your former Master or you spent the whole day with that boy…” Qui-Gon was
horrified to see that tears were trailing down her cheeks. “If I am just here
for creating plans against the Jedi Order, you can be assured. The plans are
ready and you can infiltrate the temple whenever you like, just don’t count me
in. Then again, you probably had not done so in the first place, I am seemingly
just a superfluous burden to you anyway.”
said, all his ire had evaporated at the sight of his distraught and crying
wife. He stepped forward and reached out to her.
touch me,” she cried and stepped away from him.
he tried again.
me that! Just… just leave me alone,” she turned away from her husband and left
him standing in the middle of the living room, with his arm still outstretched.
Sith sighed and looked at the spot on which Tahl had previously stood. He had
not known that the whole affair was bothering her so deeply. If was probably
fueled by the fact that she could not bear children herself, due to an unfortunate
run in with a Jedi Master. He felt guilty. Of course he should have spoken with
her first, before bringing Obi-Wan, he knew that she would not have said ‘no’,
not when one of her biggest wishes was, to have a child of her own.
shoulders slumped and he trotted slowly to his little one’s bedroom. He just
hoped that Obi-Wan would understand that his mind was too occupied for training
sitting outside on the balcony of their shared apartment. Her gold-green
striped eyes were directed at the horizon, but not looking as anything in
particular. She was just glad that she had been able to convince Qui-Gon – it had
not been THAT hard to convince him actually – that they should move to Naboo.
The planet was beautiful and peaceful and far enough away from Coruscant so
that the Jedi would not immediately spot them.
and pulled her legs against her chest, before wrapping her arms around them and
putting her chin on top of her knees. She felt absolutely miserable. She hadn’t
intended to reveal her true feelings, but somehow had anger made her tongue
lose and she had spilled everything that had been bottled up inside of her for
weeks now. Tahl didn’t want her husband’s pity and she didn’t want his attempts
of help. Either she could do things on her own, or she couldn’t, but her pride
usually had no room for any source of outside help.
skinned female sighed and wiped at her face with the sleeve of her thin robe.
She felt another presence carefully and hesitantly join her. It was not
Qui-Gon, the man would have come marching right out, but the Force presence
that HAD joined her, was testing the waters and was more tactful than that.
“What can I
do for you Obi-Wan? Shouldn’t you be sparring with Qui-Gon?” she refused to
call the man ‘Daddy’ right now, she was still too mad and jealous.
stepped out as well. “Dad said that he is not concentrated enough to teach me.”
She mentally huffed, that was a typical Qui-Gon Jinn excuse.
think I am the best companion either,” she answered bitterly.
sad,” he took another step forward.
sad,” he repeated as if it explained everything and it probably did in his
mind. Tahl did not reply anything and for a moment the young child simply stood
next to her, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. He was also playing
with the hem of his shirt. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Sith was surprised at the question and she decided to counter it with one of
her own. “Did Qui-Gon send you?”
answered and there was only honesty in his voice. With a sigh she motioned for
him to tell what was on his heart. “… I… I know my mother,” shocked gold-green
eyes locked on the boy, who was looking at his feet.
haired boy nodded his head, “She was always yelling at me… hitting me or
throwing things at me. I… I was afraid of her, I hated her and… and one day I ran
away. The police caught me… but she said she didn’t know me… she abandoned me,
threw me away.” His blue-green eyes were suspiciously wet.
instinct did the female open her arms and Obi-Wan dashed forward and clutched
her robes tightly, silently crying into her shoulder. A knot loosened in Tahl’s
stomach. It had all been one huge misunderstanding. It had never been a ‘I don’t
want you to be my mother’, but a ‘I don’t want you to be LIKE my mother’. It
explained so much, his reluctance of spending alone time with her, the ‘bad’
training and the refusal to call her ‘Mom’.
haired female let the young boy cry his heart out. She held him tightly against
her chest and was rocking forth and back to calm him down a little.
When he had
calmed down a bit, she spoke up. “Shall I tell you a secret too?”
and Tahl smiled encouragingly and gently down at him.
she wasn’t your mother,” she shook her head and hesitated for a moment before
adding, “I am your mother. She was just… your carrier.”
she gave birth to you. She… she is your biological mother, but I am your real
not,” she made sure to send tons of love his way, because she knew that the simple
question had meant so much more. “You are my little light, aren’t you? How
could I hurt you?”
smile was the only answer she needed. Nevertheless did Obi-Wan snuggle against
her again and he whispered, “Love you… Mommy.”
her eyes and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. This was all she
ever wanted, a child that truly loved her like a mother. “You are not mad that
I keep nagging and scolding you?”
shook his head, “You do that to Daddy too and I now you like him very much.” She
had to smile at his logic.
son continued to sit on the balcony in silence. Tahl had wrapped her robe around
the smaller frame at some point, worrying that he might catch a cold in the
fresh afternoon air of Naboo.
The two had
completely lost track of time and were surprised to see that the sky had
already turned pitch black and the stars had already come out of their hiding
places. At this point, Obi-Wan was halfway asleep in the older Force user’s
lap, but Tahl didn’t mind. She enjoyed the time with her little one, for she
knew now that Obi-Wan was not only Qui-Gon’s, but hers as well.
weight on her narrow shoulders made Tahl flinch. Surprised and startled, she
looked up and found herself looking into compassionate and apologetic midnight
blue eyes. The long haired male had brought a couple of blankets with him and
one was already draped over his wife.
sit… if you want,” Tahl said and Qui-Gon hastily complied.
male raised his arm and Tahl scooped closer, allowing him to put his arm around
her shoulders. They moved the sleepy boy so, that he was between his parents,
before putting another blanket on top of him. Qui-Gon put a kiss on top of his
boy’s hair and Tahl had her arm wrapped around him. To an outsider, they would
have looked like the perfect little family.
adults knew that there were still matters between them that would need to be
discussed at some point. But when midnight blue met gold-green, those matters
could wait till tomorrow. Instead the two adults leaned closer to each other
and shared an apologetic kiss.
you,” whispered Qui-Gon.
nodded, “And only the Force knows why, but I love you too, you big oaf.”
Qui-Gon’s smile was
blinding, but nothing compared to the sleeping light – which could easily
compete against the stars – which slept soundly between them.
Transparency moment: 2 secs after I took this picture I bawled my eyes out. My best friends are getting married (childhood best friends are marrying each other, which p.s. I predicted like 8 years ago 😂) And because of several situations, all of which I found out at work last night I can’t go to they’re wedding today. I was trying to be positive about it but that didn’t work for a long time and I started to spiral. At some point in the wee hours of this morning I was high key having an existential crisis. But self-talk is everything; I stopped my pity party and remembered today is a beautiful day. I was blessed with two of the most wonderful souls on this planet as my adopted family. And today they are legally becoming family. And now when I visit one of them I get to see both! Today is perfect and I am going to gather as much love as my body can and send it to them and remember that I am so blessed and thankful ❤️ that’s all transparency over I’m going to sleep
ELECTRIC FOREST 2017
well this year was my first time in the forest and all i can say is that i just can’t believe that time that i had there.. you can look at the pictures and videos that people post from being there but i’m telling you it doesn’t even give the actual experience any justice. i was not ready for it, it was beyond my wildest dreams. i’m so lucky to have been with my amazing boyfriend and the rest of my beautiful forest family. my favorites sets of the weekend were bassnectar, rezz, 12th planet and ODESZA, @odesza made me bawl my eyes out, it was the most beautiful set i’ve ever seen…. until next year🌈♥️⚡️🌲
One year ago today I finally convinced the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen to let me take her to coffee. One year ago today a visit to Starbucks changed my life. One year ago today I became the luckiest girl on the planet! I love you the most!
You're the One that I Want (Newt Scamander X Reader)
Anon: maybe an imagine where the reader is insecure and it’s newt and her wedding day. But she’s like crying and freaking out so her queenie goes to find newt to reassure her that he loves her. Cause she thinks like he can do better? Super fluffy? Love your blog!
Word Count: 1 318
A/N: Sorry this took so long, but it’s finally here!
You gaze at your reflection in a full length mirror with a light pink border that was decorated with beautiful intertwining vines and leaves. But it was nothing compared to what you were wearing.
You stand in a full length silk, white wedding gown that was embedded with tiny crystal white sequins.
The dress had thin lace sleeves and a beautiful skirt that was decorated with intricate swirls and designs. It was absolutely gorgeous and you had only Tina and Queenie to thank for creating it.
You do a little, unenthusiastic twirl and sigh as the dress billows around you. No matter how amazing the dress was you couldn’t stop the nagging feeling that you weren’t good enough to wear something so beautiful, the same way you thought that you didn’t deserve a guy like Newt, your fiancé.
You both loved each other dearly and the day he asked you to marry him was the happiest day of your life. You supported each other, you comforted each other, you loved each other.
But it was hard, especially with the constant women pestering Newt whenever you went out into public, women that were more attractive than you, women that had a better job, a better life.
“Please miss, I’m in a relationship!” Newt says exasperated for what seemed like the one hundredth time.
The woman flirting with him darts her eyes to you and you fight back the urge to punch her in the face.
You were out on a date with Newt at a cafe when this well dressed woman barged into your conversations, constantly ordering a refill of butterbeer for Newt and flirting with him as though you were invisible.
She ignored his statement and kissed him on the cheek. His face goes red immediately as he gently tried to push her away. That was it, you had to react.
“Leave him alone, he clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you.” you mumble, your voice trembling as you looked at her directly in the eye.
She glares back at you, her stare overpowering yours. You look away, your confidence and your voice failing you.
“Feel threatened darling?” she asks. “Are you doubting your position in this relationship? Do you think he’ll leave you for someone better?”
She laughs and you flush a dark shade of red, fighting hard to keep the tears from falling.
“That’s enough. Come on (Y/N), we’re leaving.” Newt said harshly, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from your seat.
That night, Newt held you as fell asleep, rocking you gently and reassuring you that you were the only he saw and loved. But those experiences made you feel worse and worse each time, despite everything he’d say.
You felt threatened and insecure, even though Newt would turn them down a countless number of times. He would always remind you that you were the only one for him, and you believed him but it wasn’t enough…
And here you were now, on the day of your wedding, preparing to be married to the love of your life and you just couldn’t bring yourself to walk down that aisle, where everyone would see you and judge you…you felt like breaking under the pressure.
“Are you okay (Y/N)?” a very familiar voice says, breaking your train of negative thoughts.
You turn your head slightly to see Queenie standing beside you, looking worried. You didn’t even notice when she had arrived and how long she had been watching you staring at your reflection. A reflection you weren’t proud of. How was it that Newt fell in love with this?
“Honey, stop.” Queenie scolds you and you blush, turning away so that you couldn’t see her anymore, although you felt her reassuring presence. “Don’t think that way, none of that is true.”
You feel hot tears starting to stream down your face and you blink, sending them further down your cheeks. You didn’t even realize that you had started crying.
“I don’t deserve him… Why me?” you whisper.
She doesn’t reply and you look to see that she was gone, left without another word. You knew it, she probably thought that you were annoying, that you didn’t deserve someone like him and just pretended to feel sympathy for you and that-
“(Y/N)?” Newt calls, emerging from behind your dresser curtain.
“Are you alright? Queenie said that you wanted to talk before…the wedding.” he says the last part quietly, starting to smile, however it slowly fades as he sees your face.
You look at him and start to release a stronger stream of tears when you saw him. He was dressed in a beautiful black wedding suit that fit his curves perfectly. He hadn’t gelled his hair; his red-brown curls were resting on his forehead like a glowing halo, looking soft and natural. He looked dashing, ravishing, exquisite, the definition of beauty, perfection.
And then there was you, crying pathetically in your dress that you didn’t feel confident in, makeup slowly starting to run down with your never ending river of tears and your glass high heels discarded somewhere into a corner. You were a mess and felt like complete trash. Why couldn’t you be like him?
“Please, (Y/N), stop.” he says, reading your open feelings that you have expressed for too long. “You are the only one I want, the only one that I will ever love.”
He slowly approaches you and wraps you in a tight hug, lowering the both of you to the ground so he was cradling you in his arms. You desperately try to cease your flow of tears.
“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to…” Newt murmurs gently into your ear, sensing your fear of going out there. “I want you to feel comfortable and yes, I know that this marriage was sudden (Y/N), I really do but I knew that this was the only way that I could prove that I really wanted you, and only you.”
Your tears slowly faded and your breathing becomes normal as he continues to whisper sweet things.
“You’re beautiful, amazing, intelligent, kind, caring, I could go on. I could make a list of over a million things that I love about you, no, the number is infinite.”
“I love you.” you say, gently pressing your lips to his and he deepens the kiss, tasting tears. “I’m sorry if I haven’t been showing it for the past few days.”
“It’s alright, you were just stressed. But do you believe me now when I tell you that you’re the one that I want?” he asks, his eyes hopeful.
“I trust you, just not everyone else in the world. Some people just have so many nasty things to say and I just can’t bear the thought of going out there for all to see.” you murmur, hugging him closer.
It was true, there were thousands of people waiting outside for the reception to start, family, friends but also random strangers and publicists. Newspaper and journal writer and photographers, all eagerly waiting to see who the infamous Newt Scamander would make his wife.
It didn’t originally plan to be like this, it was supposed to be small and private. But when word caught, it was hard to turn back.
“See what? The most beautiful creature to ever walk this planet? The one who I am thrilled to declare as my wife? Let them see and let them know that you’re mine.”
You take a deep breath and nod.
“Okay, lets do this. But first let me fix my makeup. Do you think I can Reparo my face?” you joke and he smiles.
“That’s my girl. And no, please don’t try, you don’t need to fix your face, you’re perfect just the way your are.”
You made a mental note to thank Queenie after the wedding.
finnpoe week day 2! alternative meeting. this is actually an excerpt of something longer i’m working on, where instead of everything in the movie, poe never sees who rescues him (lmao it’s finn still of course) and finn finds his family and they are queens n shit and then poe is visiting that planet and oh wow the prince is fucking gorgeous right???
Friends and family:
Yes we know you love Hamilton and love Lin and would die for the entire cast and know every lyric in the entire musical and think Angelica deserves better and think Jasmine Cephas Jones is the most beautiful woman on the planet and think Daveed is the purest human on earth WE GET THAT
Lolly is the most precious little bird on the planet and I just want to protect her so much.
Kudos to Orange is the New Black for portraying Schizophrenia so realistically. Lolly is a brave, beautiful genius and this disease took everything away from her. And the worst part is, no one tries to help her. Which is devastating, but such a sad reality for underprivileged people living with Schizophrenia.
Also, Christina Brucato, who played young Lolly, deserves all the awards. As well as Lori Petty. As well as this entire fucking storyline. OITNB really irritates me at times but they blew it out of the park in this episode (”It Sounded Better In My Head”).
Mental illness isn’t funny. It’s not something you include in your shows to get a good laugh. It’s realistic and it’s devastating for the people who can’t get any help. And for their families as well. And it’s real and it’s brutal: a lot of people with a mental illness end up in prison because our society sees them as violent.
I’m SO glad Orange called out this bullshit.
But most of all, I love the fact that Lolly is still an actual character OUTSIDE her Schizophrenia. She has a voice and despite her psychotic moments, she’s an actual loving, smart, caring, beautiful, innocent human being who cares about other people, who cares about the planet, and wants to protect everyone.
So a lot of people may not identify with her, but I do and I’m gonna say it.