much better than valentine's i think

“How do you do it?” She asked, tears staining her eyes a light shade of crimson.

“I don’t.” He replied flatly.

Her eyes flashed from the floor to his face and painfully met his. She stared at him, clearly confused and hurt.

“You think that i’m doing just fine without you but i’m not, i’m not fine but i know better than to ever get back with you. You’ve hurt me too much and i’ve finally learned my self worth. So i’m sorry to say it, but this is goodbye.” He sighed before reaching for his bag and heading out the door, never to come back again.

—  moving on /


warning: triggers apply. mentions of suicide and rape present. read and reblog with caution.

❛ And this time, absolutely no requests. ❜
❛ No return engagements. No encore. ❜
❛ I hope you’re ready, because I’m about to tell you the story of my life.  ❜
❛ And if you’re listening to these tapes, you’re one of the reasons why. ❜
❛ I’ve heard so many stories I don’t know which one is the most popular.  ❜
❛ Betrayal. It’s one of the worst feelings.  ❜
❛ Where’s my bike? ❜
❛ This was in front of the library? ❜
❛ What about the student honor board? ❜
❛ There’s some justice and some closure. ❜
❛ I couldn’t watch. ❜
❛ People can be fucking assholes. ❜
❛ I thought we had like another week for that. ❜
❛ Listen, I could, if you wanted to, I could help you finish the paper. ❜
❛ We only have like twenty minutes before the first bell rings. ❜
❛ I Googled everything. ❜
❛ Well the founding father’s did grow and use hemp, but it wasn’t weed exactly. ❜
❛ Sometimes books are more reliable for this kind of stuff. ❜
❛ Everything I publish is personal to people. ❜
❛ Still, it feels wrong. I’m just being honest. ❜
❛ What are you working on? ❜
❛ This is so cool. I’ve always wanted to set you up with someone. ❜
❛ Maybe I was stupid to keep hoping. ❜
❛ That is shocking. I’m shocked. ❜
❛ Wait a second, how do I know you’re telling the truth. ❜
❛ Come on, what do you say? ❜
❛ Then again, they almost always do. ❜
❛ Did you want to see if the rumors were true? ❜
❛ Why did you do it? ❜
❛ Thanks for helping me, that was really nice. ❜
❛ I’m just saying if you’re getting fat shamed then don’t be fat. ❜
❛ It’s always best to give compliments face to face. ❜
❛ Sometimes the silly things can mean more than anybody knows. ❜
❛ It’s kind of soul crushing, you know? ❜
❛ We all need it. Human contact. ❜
❛ You’re going to have to wait, just like I did. ❜
❛ Let me know if you need to talk, anytime. ❜
❛ I’m going to play mind games with you, just like you did with me. ❜
❛ That’s a whole new level of lonely. ❜
❛ You were kind that night. You just sat there. ❜
❛ I’m sorry about _____. He’s/she’s just a dick. ❜
❛ Want to see a trick? ❜
❛ You got to get the positioning just right. ❜
❛ After the way you played in Saturday, it’s on me. ❜
❛ Take it easy, okay? You’ll feel better tomorrow. ❜
❛ I wonder if you ever felt what it’s like to be lonely. ❜
❛ Have you ever noticed us? ❜
❛ How many of these did daddy make you? ❜
❛ It’s okay. I’m over it. ❜
❛ I never got the chance to say something. ❜
❛ The thing is you were the Valentine I was hoping for. ❜
❛ I don’t know if you’re doing this on a dare or whatever… ❜
❛ I like you for so much more than that. ❜
❛ The fact that you don’t even know. ❜
❛ This shit that happens to you, I think some of it you bring on yourself. ❜
❛ Thanks for the insight genius. ❜
❛ You said something stupid and I yelled at you. Big deal. ❜
❛ You didn’t like that someone told you no. ❜
❛ You should of just let it go but you didn’t. ❜
❛ I just needed to be alone. ❜
❛ You’ll do anything to keep up your perfect reputation. ❜
❛ I’m a fucking weak, pathetic loser. ❜
❛ They’ll just laugh at you like they always do. ❜
❛ Come out, come out, little girl/boy. ❜
❛ We’re protecting ourselves. ❜
❛ I’ve got no plans. I’m good to tell the truth. ❜
❛ It’s only a matter of time before we’re all screwed. ❜
❛ Nothing we did compares to what he/she did. ❜
❛ You’ve been doing it for weeks now. ❜
❛ My God, _______, you should fucking listen to yourself sometimes. ❜
❛ You want to know what’s worse then being a rapist? Hiding behind one. ❜
❛ You want to get the story straight? We all know the story. ❜
❛ The honor board, because you are all so honorable. ❜
❛ This happened off campus so the only alternative is the police. ❜
❛ It was no ones fault. It just happened. ❜
❛ I mean, maybe I was driving a little too fast. ❜
❛ I’m taking some fucking responsibility. ❜
❛ Maybe it’s all your faults, has that ever occurred to any of you? ❜
❛ Who’s going to believe a dead girl/boy? ❜
❛ You know my motto, no cheerleader left behind. ❜
❛ I’m always looking for the wrong person. ❜
❛ I thought you said you didn’t do it? ❜
❛ I’m telling you, the worst is yet to come. ❜
❛ You’re calling me a pussy, after what you did or didn’t do. ❜
❛ Oh, so, if I kill myself then I kill you guys too? ❜
❛ Why are you asking me about this? ❜
❛ I don’t know what your truth is. ❜
❛ Get your dirty ass feet off my notebook man. ❜
❛ Do you want to talk in there? ❜
❛ Maybe there’s even a message from beyond. ❜
❛ At that moment, everything was perfect. ❜
❛ I know you felt it too. ❜
❛ I wanted you to do everything you were doing. ❜
❛ What happened? I thought it was okay. ❜
❛ Just leave me alone, you should just go. ❜
❛ Part of me never wanted to see you again. ❜
❛ You walked out the door like I told you too, why’d you have to leave? ❜
❛ Your name does not belong on the list. But you need to be here. ❜
❛ I didn’t deserve to be with someone like you. ❜
❛ I would ruin you. It wasn’t you, it was me. ❜
❛ There’s that word again. ❜
❛ The kind of lonely feeling I’m talking about is when you feel like you’ve got nothing left. ❜

Valentines Day!

Hi all! We didn’t get any valentines themed asks but I’m doing it anyways! :D
Sorry it’s kinda the end of the day. I had school and work;; 
All of these take place after the RFA’s good end/after endings so spoilers if you haven’t done them, and I included “Unknown”, V and Rika
We don’t usually get requests for Rika but Imma throw her in there because it’s a day for loooove~
~Mod L

The cuties surprised you when you got home with a big bouquet of flowers. Before you can respond, they tell you to sit you down because there’s something they really wanted to tell you.

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Saint Valentine is a widely recognized third-century Roman saint commemorated on February 14 and since the High Middle Ages is associated with a tradition of courtly love.

All that is reliably known of the saint commemorated on February 14 is his name and that he was martyred and buried at a cemetery on the Via Flaminia close to the Ponte Milvio to the north of Rome on that day.    It is uncertain whether St. Valentine is to be identified as one saint or the conflation of two saints of the same name.    Several different martyrologies have been added to later hagiographies that are unreliable.

Because so little is reliably known of him, in 1969 the Catholic Church removed his name from the General Roman Calendar, leaving his liturgical celebration to local calendars. The Roman Catholic Church continues to recognize him as a saint, listing him as such in the February 14 entry in the Roman Martyrology and authorising liturgical veneration of him on February 14 in any place where that day is not devoted to some other obligatory celebration in accordance with the rule that on such a day the Mass may be that of any saint listed in the Martyrology for that day.   Saint Valentine’s Church in Rome, built in 1960 for the needs of the Olympic Village, continues as a modern, well-visited parish church.

Father Frank O’Gara of Whitefriars Street Church in Dublin, Ireland, tells the story of the man behind the holiday—St. Valentine.

“He was a Roman Priest at a time when there was an emperor called Claudias who persecuted the church at that particular time,” Father O’Gara explains. ”   He also had an edict that prohibited the marriage of young people.   This was based on the hypothesis that unmarried soldiers fought better than married soldiers because married soldiers might be afraid of what might happen to them or their wives or families if they died.”

“I think we must bear in mind that it was a very permissive society in which Valentine lived,” says Father O’Gara.   “Polygamy would have been much more popular than just one woman and one man living together.    And yet some of them seemed to be attracted to Christian faith. But obviously the church thought that marriage was very sacred between one man and one woman for their life and that it was to be encouraged.    And so it immediately presented the problem to the Christian church of what to do about this.”

“The idea of encouraging them to marry within the Christian church was what Valentine was about.    And he secretly married them because of the edict.”

Valentine was eventually caught, imprisoned and tortured for performing marriage ceremonies against command of Emperor Claudius the second.    There are legends surrounding Valentine’s actions while in prison.

“One of the men who was to judge him in line with the Roman law at the time was a man called Asterius, whose daughter was blind.    He was supposed to have prayed with and healed the young girl with such astonishing effect that Asterius himself became Christian as a result.”

In the year 269 AD, Valentine was sentenced to a three part execution of a beating, stoning, and finally decapitation all because of his stand for Christian marriage.    The story goes that the last words he wrote were in a note to Asterius’ daughter.    He inspired today’s romantic missives by signing it, “from your Valentine.”

“What Valentine means to me as a priest,” explains Father O’Gara, “is that there comes a time where you have to lay your life upon the line for what you believe.     And with the power of the Holy Spirit we can do that —even to the point of death.”

Valentine’s martyrdom has not gone unnoticed by the general public.    In fact, Whitefriars Street Church is one of three churches that claim to house the remains of Valentine. Today, many people make the pilgrimage to the church to honour the courage and memory of this Christian saint. Below is the Shrine of St Valentine in Whitefriar Street, Carmelite Church in Dublin, Ireland.

Ep 216

I liked it better than I thought I would :)

First the “was good but not all that interesting” part:

  • When Maia’s not frothing at the mouth and Simon’s not mooning over Clary, they’re actually likable. Give me more of this Maia, strong and self-confident, not over the top aggressive and violent. And I think that Clary’s not good for Simon if he as a character becomes so much more palatable away from her, but that’s just my opinion, I’m rather ambivalent about him in general, so… 
  • ETA: Forgot the Sebastian and Valentine parts. Interesting but not really re-watch worthy for me. Though Alan and Will were excellent.

Then the “let’s establish a ship” part:

  • I liked Clace in this episode. When the writers are actually focusing on Jace and Clary as a couple and not as two sides of a love triangle, they are lovable. I hope we’re now done with the will-they-won’t-they. Please, start working towards them as a couple instead of this back and forth.

And now the “that’s the stuff I’ll be re-watching!” part:

  • Alec and Robert. You know, I thought that Izzy would be the salty one, it’s interesting that Alec took Robert’s cheating the hardest out of all of them. As something absolutely inexcusable. I wonder if it’s a foreshadowing of some kind. Alec wouldn’t give Robert an inch, when he forced himself to thank Robert, it felt like teeth-pulling.
  • Alec and Izzy. I love so much that Alec confides in her, that they talk about important stuff. It actually gives them both something to do since they had no storyline at all in the books besides being the boyfriend and girlfriend. 
  • Alec and Jace!!! I loved that Jace took Alec’s side even against Imogen! Grandma or not, Alec’s Jace’s parabatai. And Alec could feel Jace’s pain - foreshadowing much? ;)

The last “it was so pretty!” part:

  • The portal and the portal shards, that was so cool. 
  • Idris. Holy smokes, so much prettier than in 106, that excursion was so cringe-worthy that I still can’t bring myself to re-watch it.

The “thinky-thinky” addendum:

  • If Magnus gets mad at Alec for not telling him about the sword AND Alec will have to apologize frickin’ again, then I hope Magnus remembers how he helped steal the Mortal Cup from Alec’s care in S1 - which then almost landed in Val’s hands - a thing he still didn’t tell Alec about OR apologized for. Dude, you don’t have one lame leg to stand on when it comes to lying about the whereabouts of Mortal Instruments!
  • So, either it’s bad writing or Alec truly is the only one who feels anything important through the parabatai bond. Because he could barely breathe with Jace gone in 201-202 whereas Jace wasn’t affected by being cut off from his parabatai at all. He could feel Jace leaving the ship’s barier but Jace couldn’t feel Alec DYING. And now a cut on the hand - and Alec feels it in a different REALM. Bad writing or Alec being “sensitive” like Jace said?
  • I think it’s all headed towards Alec giving up his position and going back in the field - like Robert pointed out, if Alec wanted to be the Head of the Institute, he needed to stay at the Institute. I think Alec gives it up, Maryse takes over and Robert becomes the new Inquisitor. And Alec might start working harder on the Shadowhunters-Downworlders relations and he basically becomes the middleman. 

getting to see alec in his element as the head of the institute is amazing. HE’S DOING SO WELL. he’s got that commanding presence that is needed in a leadership role and all the ideas he’s going to bring to the table, has already started to bring to the table, are going to make their whole world so much better. letting luke go was a good move for every reason that he stated. they cannot allow the downworld to think that the shadowhunters will prioritize the safety of a man who has killed so many of them. besides who the fuck could blame luke for wanting to kill valentine? 

i loved the politics of this episode. such a good look into the diplomacy and caution that needs to be taken and the right way to go about things rather than demonizing an entire group of people. I’M SO PROUD OF HIM. HE DESERVES THIS SO MUCH.

mw2willdom13  asked:

Can you try to do one where to compainions react to the SS's desicion to join and be a leader of the raiders

Sure thing! Although I think gifs will do a lot better than words on this one.


Cait, Piper, Danse, Nick, X6-88, Maxson,Strong: 

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Codsworth, MacCready, Deacon, Hancock, Preston:

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Mad as hell at Sole but can’t pull the look off well :3


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Enjoy guys! 

P.S. while making this one the blog just went over 1000 followers! Thank you so much everyone for your continued support, you guys are the greatest and I love you all! <3 

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That precious green glowing hand

The road to Sahrnia was not long, but it was cold and stony. Too cold and too stony for Dorian’s taste. It cost him some considerable determination to keep his teeth from chattering and he fought the urge to complain about why they had taken the shorter but much colder mountain route to the town. The other, longer road, due to it being situated in the valley, probably would have been less snowy and exposed to the icy mountain winds. But well, this was the south after all. Maybe even the “warmer” road was still too cold for the Tevinter.
He tried not to show his discontent too much, because he at least he was still better off than Varric. The dwarf seemed to have quite some difficulties wading through the knee-deep snow. And he let everyone else know about it loudly and using a very colorful language. Sera seemed to approve and joined the fun, she and Varric outdoing each other with cursing the snow and the cold. They both complained more than enough for all of them.
But then there was their leader. Inquisitor Lavellan did not seem to be bothered by the cold at all, walking onward almost energetically and even increasing the distance between him and them with every step he took. More than once the elf had to stop and wait for the others to catch up.
“Tamlen, aren’t you cold, too?” Dorian finally asked while the Inquisitor was once more taking a short break, turning around to see how the rest of the party was doing.
“I am. My feet are killing me, actually. They feel like they’re frozen to the bone,” he replied slightly out of breath but smiling, “That’s why I’m trying to hurry a bit.”
Dorian chuckled.
“Ah… I see. Fair enough,” he said as they went on, side by side this time, and trying not to sound too relieved that the Inquisitor was freezing as well. The mage had his arms folded tightly in an attempt to not let his body warmth be taken away from the icy wind on this lonely mountain path.
“Also…” Tamlen continued a bit more quietly after they had taken a few steps, “The sooner we’re in Sahrnia and have set up a camp the sooner I can huddle up against you underneath a mountain of furs and blankets to get warm again.”
Dorian felt the heat from the core of his body rising to his cheeks within the blink of an eye. He looked at Tamlen and he wondered if the elf’s cheeks and ears were red just from the cold or if there was another cause. Dorian definitely had a hard time now to get rid of the mental image of them spending the night together in the tent, his face buried against Tamlen’s shoulder, Tamlen playing with the mages’ hair, their bodies pressed together, legs entangled, and the heat of their skin being enough to keep the other warm throughout the night.
“Damn you,” Dorian cursed quietly and his eyes met with Tamlen’s for a moment. He would not have thought that the heat in his cheeks could get more intense. Then his eyes fell to Tamlen’s hands, the left one in particular. The anchor’s green glow was intense enough to slightly shine through the leather of the fingerless glove covering it. A thought struck Dorian’s mind, a hypothesis, but he hesitated a moment to make an attempt to figure out if he was right. He lowered his arms and regretted it for a moment when a particularly cold gust of wind greeted him in the same moment. He shuddered, but instead of folding his arms again he reached out to take Tamlen’s hand in his own. The elf was taken aback for a moment, almost pulled his hand back and looked at Dorian with eyes wide with surprise. Usually it was the other way around, Tamlen being the one reaching out and Dorian’s hand jerking back out of a stupid old habit that he just seemed incapable of abandoning. They looked at each other for a moment, still walking, but no one said a word. Then Tamlen’s expression softened (and did his cheeks just get even redder?) as he smiled and his and Dorian’s fingers entwined.
On a side note, Dorian’s suspicion was confirmed as well: the anchor seemed to be emitting not only light but also heat. Tamlen’s hand was almost hot against his own. Not that he minded though, quite the opposite. It also seemed like the warmth from his hand seemed to spread through all of Dorian’s body, leaving him feeling all tingly and at the same time content.
“Hey, Sparkler,” Varric called from behind them and caused them to stop for a moment.
“If Corypheus’ men see you getting all touchy-feely they’re certainly going to be impressed,” the dwarf teased.
“Oh, I don’t think they’re going to be impressed,” Dorian replied, still holding Tamlen’s hand tightly, his lips curving into a proud smile when he looked into his Amatus’ eyes, “They’re going to be so envious! I’m the only Vint in Thedas to get hold of that precious green glowing hand they want so much.”


Something small for Valentine’s Day and the nerds <3

I’ve wanted to do a lot more, but I think a small sketch and a drabble are better than nothing.

aka “I thought I didn’t like Ransom/Holster but then I read a few really good fics and whoa” aka “co-captains in love” aka “the d-men get the d” 

When you got skin in the game (you stay in the game) - Ransom/Holster, 7,328 words, Explicit - if you like fic that’s mostly about how deep r & h’s friendship runs, but is also about how they’ve actually been in love a long time without noticing and is ALSO about Holster domming the f*ck out of Ransom, read this.

Things Holster Likes - Ransom/Holster, Jacky/Bitty, Lardo/Shitty, 12,154 words, Teen - this is the fic that launched the ship for me. This is a lovely, excellently-crafted story about how Ransom is in love with his best friend but does not want to sleep with him. A great deal of heart-felt bumbling ensues.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!!

Here’s your final drabble, @redprairielily! Written with love by your Valentine, @flirtmcgirt. Fess up, did you know it was me? Hope you enjoyed this week; I had lots of fun coming up with stories! Have an amazing holiday!

“You got it. Yeah, like that.  Arch your back – oh, shit, Rae, that looked hot- hang on, not yet! Wait, wait…OH!”

Rae grinned from her position on the couch. “So, what’s the ruling?”

“Left ankle.”

Rae bent to remove her trainer and sock. “Turned on yet?”

“Positively throbbing with lust, m'dear.“

“Yeah, what else is new?” Rae said with a laugh. “I’ll have you know, in the old days, showing off my ankle would be scandalous. That exposed elbow of yours isn’t bad, either, Finnley.” Rae shot him her best gaze of desire, but both began snickering as soon as their eyes met.

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hufflebee  asked:

(spoilers for tmi) i love the gifset you made of the sebastian parallel (learning to cook/the piano playing) bc it fits so much better than just assuming valentine also taught sebastian to play, bc valentine's relationship with sebastian is waaaay less nurturing than with jace (and even that can't be called nurturing) and also, valentine not recognizing seb makes me think they might go in a different direction with who actually raised sebastian. so anyway yes i love the parallel and !!!

askldfslgh thanks francy 💖💖💖 i’m so glad you agree!! i like the idea of it, but we’ll have to wait and see if the show is actually going in that direction or not. either way it’s really creepy?? and i would love if they went in a different direction from the books!

anonymous asked:

Valentine prompt if you're still taking suggestions: Stiles gets an anonymous valentine and plays detective to find out who sent it and it never occurs to him that it's Derek because Derek and valentine cards do not compute?

Ehh, this is sorta different from what you requested, but I hope you like it all the same! :)


“It’s so pretty!”

“Do I get one?”

“Stiles! I can’t see!”

Stiles smiles smugly as his fellow students of room F105 crowd around him to get a better look at the gift that he’d found waiting on his desk when Ms. Blake let them all in from recess. 

It’s a woven bracelet made from light and dark strips of leather, brown cotton yarn, and a single strip of crimson red fabric that intertwines through the middle. 

It had been inside a red heart shaped box when he found it, and at first, he’d thought it was meant for Lydia - after all, she sat right next to him at their table of four, and everyone in their entire 3rd grade class knew that she had the nicest handwriting and the highest reading level. Who wouldn’t leave a secret Valentine on her desk for her to find?

But no, the gift had clearly been addressed to Stiles, and he can’t help but preen and straighten and lift his chin just slightly at the prospect of being the center of some secret admirers affections.

Affections so strong, in fact, that the admirer didn’t even wait to give it to him till the end of the day when everyone else is meant to hand out their valentines!

Clearly, this is the work of someone who doesn’t want to be credited, but Stiles isn’t about do just sit idly by when the mystery of who gave him the Valentine nags at his brain.

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Will You Be Mine? - Wanda x Reader *Valentines Day Request*

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(Requested by Anon) Wanda x reader oneshot where you find out that Wanda doesn’t know what Valentine’s Day is and you go all out for her on and become her first Valentine please
Warnings: Swearing, fluff with Wanda
Admins Note: A Valentines imagine or one shot will be up everyday leading up to Valentines Day, so get following us so you can see them all.We are taking requests for Valentines Day, please send them in, along with normal requests for; imagines and one shots. Hope you like this, I haven’t wrote a Wanda request in a while, I miss writing her, she is my ultimate bae. - Rosalee

“What are you guys doing for Valentine’s Day?” you asked sitting down at the breakfast table, Natasha and Clint commented on the fact they were going to the cinema, Sam and Scott had a double date. You looked at Wanda who was frowning at everyone “you okay?” you asked with a small smile. You had a crush on Wanda since you met her, she is the prettiest girl you had met, she was nice and super badass; how could you not fall in love with her?
“Yeah, fine” she mumbled and frowned some more “question: what is Valentine’s Day?” she asked, everyone around the table widens their eyes as they looked at her, how could she not know what Valentine’s Day is? You loved today, all the cuteness plus the decorations were super cute, everyone was just nice on that day; showing their love and affections for the person they love dearly.
“You don’t know what Valentine’s Day is?” Natasha asked, as shocked as everyone else.
“That means you’ve never had a Valentine’s either” Scott spoke up, she frowned even more, she had no clue what any of that meant and it was kinda cute but at the same time sad.
“Valentine’s Day is basically a day where you spoil the person or people you love” you tell her and she nods slowly “so, some people plan dinners or little vacations over the day, it’s just a day of expressing your love or even declaring it” she nods smiles and nods, thinking the whole idea sounded silly but cute at the same time.  

That conversation was three days before Valentine’s Day. Ever since then you had been planning a whole day for Wanda, she had never experienced a whole romantic day on Valentine’s Day or even had a Valentine, so you decided to give her the best experience possible. Tony helped, he got you reservations are the best restaurant in New York, you had brought her roses and chocolates; you were doing the whole works. You wanted today be perfect for her, she deserves it, especially since she is your crush you wanted to go the extra mile and make today a day she would never forget.
Wanda didn’t think anything of today, she didn’t expect a card or a gift because she didn’t really have anyone to share today with, and even Pietro had a date. Everyone had someone but she still didn’t understand fully what today was, or why it was considered an actual holiday, that everyone celebrates. Wanda was thinking about asking to do something with you, since she likes you back but she thought you may have someone else to be with, so she was just going to treat this as a normal day; like she wasn’t alone or confused still.

You pushed the card underneath her door and ran off, the card was pink with a red glittery heart, inside was the message of her to meet you at the restaurant later tonight; you also left the flowers and chocolates outside her door, so when she does open the door she would see them sitting there. You were extremely nervous about today, she could just think you are creepy and weird, or she might find this endearing and cute; hopefully it was the latter.

When you see Wanda later in the day she had a faint smile etched upon her face, you grinned as she told you about her “secret admirer”, she sounded so excited but nervous at the same time; at least you were both on the same page. She did ask if you had something to do, you mentioned you also had a date tonight, she looked a little miffed at that but you didn’t think too much on that; you have a poor judgement of faces, so getting your hopes up about her being jealous over you having a date is farfetched, well in your opinion anyway.
You started to get ready for tonight by doing light, natural make up, also dressing in (Y/F/C) dress that reached your knees. You styled your hair so it was out of your face, once done you looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked good; great even, you felt really good about tonight, hopefully Wanda was feeling the same as you. Deciding you should leave before her, so you are there when she arrives.

You sat waiting for five minutes, nervously twiddling your thumbs as you waited, you watched as she was brought to the table. Her hair was curled to perfection, her lips were painted red and she had a beautiful red dress on, she looked like an Angel. Her smile brightened once she sees you, her mouth going agape as she shakes her head, eyes shining with wonderment. You stand up and hug her gently, both sitting down as she thinks over everything, she had no idea or indication that she would be having dinner with you tonight. She honestly thought it would be somebody else, she even had a feeling Pietro and Clint were pranking her, make her show up to dinner alone whilst they laughed in the corner somewhere.
“This is seriously surprising, I had no idea who I would be meeting, thank you” you shrugged “really, thank you, I was just going to be alone and feel sorry for myself” you chuckled and nodded in agreement.
“Well, I figured since we both didn’t have anything or anyone to be with, why not spend it with each other, right?” she nodded with a smile, you both ordered (Y/F/D)’s and then looked through the menu for something to eat.

As you ate you talked about random stuff, mostly about Wanda getting used to the New York atmosphere, she seemed to be enjoying so far which is good; she talked about her childhood, along with her family before the whole disaster that happened. You talked about yourself, your family and friends back at home, how you became an Avenger. The ‘date’ was going perfectly, when it was time to go you both decided to walk back to the base, you talked as you walked back the cold New York air nipping at your face as you both laughed at some cheesy joke Scott Lang told you a couple days ago.
“(Y/N), I really appreciate tonight” Wanda tells you, you shrug with a small smile, telling her it was nothing “no, I really mean it. It means a lot to me, I never had anyone do anything like this, especially take me to a fancy place like that” she smiled lightly and you smiled back at her.
“You deserve the best experience of today, I’m glad I was the person to give it to you” she nodded, biting her lip as you both carried on walking in silence “I suppose I should declare my feelings for you now” you tell her, she looks at you a little shocked, stopping walking “I did say Valentine’s Day can also be the day you declare your love for someone” she grinned and nodded.
“Well, I guess it’s you and me both” you laugh loudly at each other.

“Can I kiss you?” Wanda asked, you nodded, and she stepped forward so you both were close together. This wasn’t how you pictured the night ending, you figured everything would go back to normal after today but turns out everything is turning out for the better, tomorrow would be a better day because Wanda would know how you feel and you knew how she felt for you.  Her lips were soft against yours, her lipstick tasted of cherries, the whole kiss felt soft and gentle much like how you imagined only this was better than your imagination.
“Will you be mine?” you asked as you pulled away, she grinned and nodded, pulling you into another kiss and if it was possible it was better than the first.

“Valentine’s Day?” Wanda started, walking and holding your hand as you walked back home, a smile gracing her face in the pale moonlight “I think it’s my favourite day” you chuckled and nodded along with her. 

(You can request Valentines Day stuff by myself and Angie. Also, normal requests like; imagines and one shots are open, so get requesting also - Rosalee)


There are a lot of questions about Lucrecia’s culpability for the part she played in the Jenova project and all of them seem to be frustrated by a mandate that she come across as a reasonably sympathetic or tragic character, probably thanks to her connections to Vincent. Even if I were so inclined to pay attention to it, I think Dirge kind of skimmed over the point entirely by situating her life’s work in something completely unrelated.

I think it’s the extent to which she’s shown as a suffering, penitent figure that leads to the impression that she somehow isn’t as responsible for what happened as Hojo is - that she was coerced, that her relationship with Hojo was terrible, and that she might have been saved if she’d just left to be with Vincent earlier.

I tend to find that the least interesting interpretation, probably because it affords her the least agency, and relegates her most to a figure in Vincent’s tragic backstory. I don’t think it’s nearly as interesting that she so strongly regrets her complacency rather than the choices she made.

The other two scientists on the Jenova Project unquestionably made their choices consciously. One of them, Professor Gast, never demonstrates any regret aside from implicitly through his involvement with Ifalna, and is still afforded sympathy and humanity from the story, to the point that the project is often thought of as mostly Hojo’s responsibility.

In some ways I think Lucrecia’s denied the same complexity. They want her to be sympathetic and her guilt to be believable, and so they skirt her feelings on her participation altogether, thus creating this ambiguity. I think it’s absolutely a gender thing - Lucrecia making the same choices as her peers will somehow be read as different, particularly as she carried the baby, and I don’t think the writers knew that of the fans so much as felt that way themselves.

At the end of the day, Lucrecia does not spend a lot of time rubbing elbows with good people; Vincent might be better than Hojo, but he was still a corporate assassin. I think it’s really only fair to assume that she was at least as morally dubious as the company she kept.

Companions react to Sole trying to teach them how to play actual baseball or other sports after an argument with Moe Cronin

Sole seemed to take all of this way too seriously. Baseball was part of their past though, a fond memory of that time they went there with their spouse and kid. A memory of a time before they lost them, before the bombs and before their family was broken. Last thing they wanted was for their friend, their companion, to see it as some sort of Arena. They figured history had to be remembered, even ‘just’ a sport.


At first can’t be bothered. She’s bored by the concept as is, thinking Moe’s rules of the game were far more interesting. “Really Sole, his idea was more my kinda action”. She lets herself get dragged to the pitch and figures the best way to get this over with fast is following Sole’s instructions. As soon as she gets the hang of it and starts beating Sole, she gets really competitive. When they’ve managed to get teams among the settlers she serves as an unofficial coach. A damn good one at that. 


Curie loves to learn more about the culture from before the bombs and is an eager student. She hangs on Sole’s lips and does exactly what they ask. The fact that she knows a thing or two about velocity and checks the effect of the wind on the direction of the ball ensures she gets pretty good at it. She hits with great accuracy, it’s only the lack of strength that doesn’t make her particularly ‘dangerous’ when playing. When Sole compliments her on it, she just says she had a good teacher, hoping to learn about some other sports too.

However she understands that this is important to Sole, she doesn’t appreciate them just bossing her around. “Remember when I said it sounded almost arrogant? I was wrong. Can we stop now Blue?”. Sole didn’t relent. When she mis-hit the ball a couple of times and Sole sighs and says“Go get that ball.” once too many she got really annoyed; “What am I, your dog?”. This made Sole realise they might just have to explain it differently. They stood behind her and taught her to hit the ball. She wasn’t a natural, but she managed. If Piper was being honest, she wouldn’t mind just watching from the sidelines. “It’s better than what Cronin had to say, but next time, count me out.”


Sole has huge issues managing to teach Danse how to properly hold the bat. They really couldn’t stand behind him and still manage to get their hands on it. So those broad shoulders did have one disadvantage. They stood before him and tried it like that. “So you do this, swing like that. Yes. Now you try it.” Sole had to dodge the first couple of times, because the ball nearly hit them right in the face at a dangerous speed. Once Danse got the angling a bit better he kept hitting what would’ve been homeruns. As far as pitching when though, he had some more issues. Aiming like that wasn’t like aiming a gun. He took every opportunity to practice, including with fruit. Before Sole new it he was pitching the idea to use this for the squire’s training with Maxson. 

Deacon laughed through most of the lesson. He knew a thing or two about the sport but didn’t mention it. He hadn’t actually got around to playing it. “Oh, so I have to put my ass out like this? Are you sure you’re not just trying to get a better view? This was an actual thing right?” The quips didn’t exactly stop as soon as Sole stood behind him to show him how to swing a bat. Then there was that once when he caught the ball and ran off with it, making Sole chase him. Shouting he could’ve sworn this was something he read about once. In the end, he was an ok player. He wouldn’t have gone pro, but he had the most important thing down: having fun. That night he came by. “Deacon can we do this tomorrow?” Sole yawned. “I’ll be gone before you know it. I just want you to have this.”  Sole looked at a baseball jacket in his hands. “I used this as one of my disguises for years. One of my favourite ones, really. I want you to have it.” Sole was wide awake again. They recognized the colours as the one matching their favourite team. “Wow, Deacon. You sure?” “Yeah. You taught me how to actually play the game, figure it means more to you. Don’t say I never gave ya anything.” 

He’s cool with learning more about it but doesn’t particularly like or hate it. He was more in it for listening to Sole sharing their memories on it. Although hell, who was he to complain when Sole got up close and personal to show him how to swing (”Oh I know how to swing gorgeous”). He started to understand why Sole took it all so seriously to get this right, to even start a fight with that dumbass. The next time he walked into Moe he mentioned that he had played it with Sole. As Moe offered his congrats on Hancock killing Sole he got pissed off. Sole came by just in time to grab his wrist, the image of Hancock killing Finn for threatning them still frech in their mind. Moe’s eyes widened at their appearance before he got it. “Ah, I see, you played it the wrong way. I told ya, it’s not some pacifist crap. Baseball is a game of beating people to death.” Hancock fake-laughed before yelling “That’s not what the fuck it is.” Sole felt all warm and fuzzy inside to notice Hancock took a stand for them. Because they knew it has nothing to do with him liking the sport.

“ I dunno, it’s sounds pretty damn boring.” Sole shoved a bat in his hands, ignoring his whining. He paid very little attention. When he threw a ball, Sole hit it and started running, MacCready just kept standing, eventually making Sole stop running when they noticed. “MacCready! What the hell are you doing?” “Huh? I’m supposed to do something?” “YES! Catch the ball!” “Shit, guess I’d beter make a run for it.” Sole rolled their eyes and walked back, grabbing the ball in the meanwhile. “You’re the worst student ever ya know?” MacCready just sat down next to them and asked about their family. He wanted to imagine what it used to be like, talk about their family some more.  As he said, he didn’t give a damn about the sport, but he did about the family aspect of it. No better person to discuss that with than his brand new family member.
(btw: no I don’t count shit as a curse word)

Nick didn’t need to get taught how it worked, he already knew. The original Nick Valentine wasn’t much of a sportsman but he had learned how to play, therefore Nick knew it too. He beat Sole after a cople of rounds, managing to work on theoir nerves juust a little. “Seems like you’re gettin’ a bit rusty huh? If you can’t even win against a tin can?” Sole tried to throw curveballs, to no avail. “If you think that you can beat me, you can’t.” He was smiling, which is when Sole sort of let go of their competitiveness. “Fair enough. Let’s get a drink.”

He’s a very fast learner. As it turned out he’s a natural at it. Has a lot of fun with it, too. He can’t beat Sole as far as running goes, but he is a damn good pitcher. “Where did you learn that?”  Preston shrugged. “Well we did play some other sports. Not like this one but you had to have quick reflexes. It was a good way for kids out here to practice acting fast.” Sole could see some gloom set on his face. “ Didn’t save us all though.” They tried to change the topic. “Helped you though. Maybe we can start doing this as minuteman bonding or something?” A smile broke through again, SOle wasn’t entirely sure if this was just a front but they decided to take it. “Yeah! good idea.”

Originally posted by gifsboom

Codsworth had seen Sole and their family have a go at playing before, but never really could join. Now, in this body, he could finally learn it and was quite excited about it. Anything that reminded him of that blissful time before the bombs made him feel nostalgic in the best sense of the word.  He had the annoying tendency of apologizing everytime he got something wrong.  He turned out the pinnacle of the ‘It’s not about winning, it’s about taking part’ mentality. He sometimes reminded Sole about those “good old times”.  When SOle suggested doing this again sometimes with others settlers so they could have decent teams, he enthusiastically agreed that that was a good idea.  He managed to find a couple of bats from back in the day and gifted them to Sole. Their name and that of their spouse still written on it in marker. They stroked the name.“Where did you find these? “ Codsworth looked at the bats affectionately. “I hoped that they would be of use again one day. I am aware of the sad reality that Sir/Mum won’t be joining us anymore but they would’ve wanted you to be happy. And this seemed to make you happy today.” Sole hugged Codsworth with tears in their eyes. “Thank you, Codsworth.” 

Originally posted by superwhovian11

“With all do respect, this game is a ‘past time’, it dates back to a time when you had time to waste. Right now, though, that isn’t the case.” Sole ignored him and shoved a baseball into his hands. “Throw it in a straight line.” He did, an exact straight line. Sole squinted. “Was that… an actual straight line?” “Not that difficult. Once again, can we now return to what we’re supposed to be doing? We are on a mission ma’am/sir.” Sole whined “C’mon X6, show some spirit! This was a great sport!” “Its spirit is of little interest to me, crushed or otherwise.”

Extra: Dogmeat and Strong! :)

 Dogmeat: Just happy to be there and chase after that damn ball. It got trickier when Sole tried to get it back though.

Originally posted by ilovetobeinspired

Had no interest in the sport but Sole could swear he was practicing his throw… With anything he got his hands on.

Originally posted by thatshortfunnygirl

So much shit happened in 1 minute and 28 seconds

•Misha being cute and whispering to us that he would secretly video them in the green room
•so much glitter
•not enough glitter, apparently
•Rob: “I think we’re gonna need more glitter glue, guys”
•Jensen ruining Richards card because Jensens has to be better than everyone’s and fuck you your not better
•"Awe thank you that’s so sweet!“ IM NOT OKAY
•Jared being late and wanting to get in on the gay card making action
•but I thought Jensen was afraid of glitter
•"here you go buddy” KILL ME


Imado Jinja (今戸神社) in Asakusa is famous as an enmusubi ( 縁結び or えんむすび) shrine. A rough English translation would be “love knot” or “partner for life”. If you want that fateful encounter that will change your life, visit Imado Jinja. If you’ve already found your beloved, you can visit the shrine together to pray for continuing happiness.

The shrine is also alleged to be the birthplace of Japan’s beloved lucky cat, the manekineko. That, at least, is what locals believe. Here’s the legend: once upon a time, a long time ago, an old woman lived in Imado. She was so poor that she was forced to sell her beloved cat. One night the animal appeared to her in a dream, and told her to make and sell its image in clay. She listened to its advice, sold thousands of cat statues and became very wealthy.

bailci  asked:

For the Valentine's Day thing, do you think you could 23 + 24? Because they would work better together...I think :3

23: Arguing 

24: Making up Afterwards 

This is from solangelo’s 30 Day OTP Challenge for Valentine’s Day and I’m really excited to be apart of it!

“This isn’t about him!” Nico shouted. He wasn’t really sure why this was escalating so much so quickly, but anger clouded his rational thinking.

Really?” Will sneered. “Well, you could’ve fooled me! I’m pretty sure this is exactly about him!”

Really, what was so damn important about someone other than Will flirting with Nico? “This about you not trusting me!” The venom dripping off his words was enough to melt iron, but Will was made of something different.

“Me not trusting you?!” 

“This is about you not fucking trusting me not to cheat on you!” Nico stood on his toes to try and even the playing field and get into Will’s face. Something small in the back of Nico’s mind screamed at him. It’s not worth it! It’s not worth losing him! He ignored it, but did step out of Will’s face. 

“Of course I trust you! But I don’t trust him! You work with him, Nico! You see him every day! He’s not going to stop trying to get in your fucking pants just because you said no!” Will was panting by now, deep heavy breaths that betrayed just how much this was taking out of him. 

“So what do you want me to do? Get a new job?” Nico stood calmly, his breathing even and controlled. 

“No! I just-” he growled in frustration and knotted his hands in his hair. “I don’t know! I’m just, worried about you!” 

“Well, when you finally figure out what you want, let me know.” With clipped words as cold as ice, Nico turned and walked into their bedroom, shutting the door with a soft click. 

To Will, that was worse than slamming it. 


Two hours. That’s how long it took for Will to calm down and realize that maybe, he was being a little overprotective. He stood at the door to their room, waiting for it to magically open itself so he didn’t have to do it himself, but the sound of glass shattering brought his hand to turn the knob. 

Walking through the threshold into the room, Will scrunched his eyebrows and looked around in the darkness. “Nico?” He called softly, reaching for the lamp on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Clicking it on, he took in the sight. 

Nico lay curled up on his side of the bed with a broken glass covering the sheets, his arm and hand bleeding. “Oh, Nico.” He said softly, sweeping Nico into his arms and carrying him into the bathroom. He didn’t ask how or why, and somehow, that made the whole situation worse for Nico and he started crying.

After wrapping his arm up and cleaning up the glass, Will took a cool cloth to Nico’s face, gently wiping off the tears as they fell from his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Nico. I overstepped my boundaries. I trust you. I was just jealous and frustrated.” Will wiped off a stray tear on Nico’s cheek as he nodded.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have gotten so defensive. It’s just as much my fault for not trying harder to get him to stop flirting.” Exhausted, Nico leaned against Will’s broad chest. “Are we okay now?”

“Of course, darling.” Will gently carried Nico back to bed, laying him down and wrapping him up in his arms. Will fell asleep to the feeling of Nico’s heartbeat.

I don’t have an excuse for this fic so I’ll just apologize for it. 

anonymous asked:

How would the companions react to Sole wanting to name their baby after them?

Danse: He was compelled to ask why. Sole pulled him into a kiss, whispering the reason. Even after hearing why, he shook his head, but smiled. He was honored.

Deacon: “You know Deacon isn’t my real name, right?” He pointed out. He’d since told Sole his actual name, though they still called him by the codename. They smiled, cradling the baby boy.
“It’s a nice name. Besides, I want him to grow up as great as his dad.” Deacon grinned, pulling the baby out of their arms.
“Alright. Baby Deacon it is.”

Cait: “No. We are not naming her Cait.”
Sole grinned. “We are SO naming her Cait. I want her to be like her mother. A spit fire. A fighter.”
“I hate the name!”
“Well, let’s redeem it!”
Cait couldn’t answer. She gestured for Sole to bring her her baby back. Whatever they wanted, really. She was too tired to argue. Maybe they’d be right.

Piper: “You reallly wanna name her Piper? Are you suuuure?” She held the baby close to her, gazing at Sole, who was looking through old baby name books.
“You have a great name. And none of these names…fit?” They threw the book across the room.
She smiled.
“It reminds me of plumbing, personally. But alright. Piper it is.”

Curie: “Ah, sir! Curie is a measurement for radiation! As well, it was the last name of Marie Curie, renowed scientist! I must object.”
“Oh, Curie…don’t call me Sir.” They stroke her face.
“But alright. You make a good point.”

Preston: “I’m super flattered, but are you sure?” Sole nodded, cradaling the infant in their arms.
“Whatever you say, general.” Inside he was beaming.

Mac: “Robert? Joseph? Or Mac? Please tell me not MacCready.”
“Then it would be MacCready Macready.”
His lips curled in a smile. “Ok, what is it?”
“How about Joseph?”
“I’m fine with that.” He slumped down next to Sole, kissing her forehead before picking his newborn up.

Nick: He didn’t really argue. Just grinned. This was HIS baby. Not the pasts. His. And the name was perfect for that.

Hancock: “Hancock, huh? Why not John?”
“The name means something. It means rebellion, stickin’ it to the man. I think our baby deserves it.” He took a long drag off his cigarette. Well, he couldn’t deny it. Truth be told, he wanted his child to be a much, much better person than he. Maybe the name could do better with him.

X6-88: “We’re not naming our child a series of letters and numbers, Sole.”