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Jimin is always getting random af texts in early hours of the morning from an unkown number, he soon finds out it’s the most popular (bad) boy in school, Jeon Jungkook. 12/?

Jimin: *chokes*

So Jungkook finally found out about yoonseok 😆 (he hasnt told anyone else yet, only because yoongi threatened to break his toes) ((why toes? dont ask me)) Enjoy the update, I made it extra long!

Burning Questions

Chlonath Week Day 5: First Kiss/Holding Hands


How did you find out my identity?

The first time she asked him, he smiled at her and said “Wouldn’t you like to know?” before walking away.

But Chloe Bourgeois was nothing if not tenacious, so a few days later, she sat beside him in the school courtyard at lunch and asked him again.

“How did I find out?” he asked in the tone of someone who knew very well how, but didn’t feel like telling her. She waited one minute. He said nothing. Five minutes. He hummed to himself. The entire lunch period passed by in relative silence that was, to her utmost frustration, not entirely unpleasant. And when the bell finally rang, he packed up his things and said, “We should do this again sometime.”

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pplwkp-deactivated20170512  asked:

Hi, you replied to my ask about Leia and Bail a while back, and I was wondering if you could help me again? I thought all the while that Anakin killed Padmé, but my friend pointed out today that she lived for a moment after he choked her. I asked this elsewhere and somebody said Palpatine may have killed Padmé`? do you know? thank you!

Okay so there’s no Real Answer for this, unfortunately. (Why? My money is on bad writing and bad directing that didn’t get the point that Lucas was trying to make across to the audience.) Also unfortunately, we don’t have a whole lot of evidence, frankly, because what happens is a little bit…wishy washy. This, however is what we do know:

1) Padme was still alive after Anakin choked her. he knocked her unconscious, but she was still alive when Obi-Wan goes to check on her, and then again later on the ship and at Polis Massa (the asteroid base where the twins are born)

2) Padme stays alive long enough to give birth to Luke and Leia

3) the droid that goes to tell Obi-Wan, Bail, and Yoda that Padme is dying says that it has no idea why Padme is dying–that she seems to just have lost the will to live

4) at the same time as Padme is giving birth to the twins, Anakin is being operated on

Okay so, why do I make those four points specifically?

Because I actually agree with the other person you asked: I personally think that it was Palpatine who killed Padme. why do I think this?

Well, as we established, Padme is still alive after Anakin attacks her. This fuels into Anakin’s confusion and sense of betrayal after he wakes up post-suit. “But I felt her,” he says to Palpatine. He felt that she was still alive at that point–and yet Palpatine convinces him that he had, in fact, killed her in his anger.

It was, ironically, actually Palpatine’s insistence that Anakin had killed her, and his confidence in Padme’s death, that convinced me that it was Palpatine who killed her.

We know a few other things as well:

1) droids cannot feel the Force

2) Palpatine claims, at least, to have mastered the ability to control life

3) by all rights, Anakin Skywalker should have died. three of his four limbs were severed, he had third degree burns on like 100% of his remaining body, and his lungs were irreparably damaged by ash, fire, and smoke

4) it seems vastly out of character for Padme “I saved my planet from an invasion at age 14″ Amidala to just…”lose the will to live” because the man she loved went Dark Side

So here’s my proposition:

Palpatine wasn’t actually entirely lying to Anakin when he said he could manipulate life and death. Because he actually can. but the thing is, you can’t just…create life willy nilly. Instead, in order to give life, what if you have to take that life from somewhere else? Thus, instead of creating life, it’s more like…siphoning off life, or reapportioning it to someone else?

Thus, when Palpatine was faced with the prospect of losing his apprentice, he did the only thing he could have (would have) done–he gave Anakin the life he needed in order to survive his wounds. and he did this by taking Padme’s life–which was, quite likely I think, bound to Anakin’s via the Force, via both love and intimacy–and giving it to Anakin. To the droid examining Padme, who could not feel the Force, it would seem that Padme had just lost the will to live–because it couldn’t see any reason for her life to just, inexplicably, be draining away.

This also cements Palpatine’s assurance to Anakin that Padme is dead, however. Because how did Palpatine know, with absolute certainty, that Padme was dead, unless he had felt her die? To make such a strong statement claiming that Padme was dead if he didn’t actually know that, with absolute certainty, would have been incredibly dangerous for him. because what if he had made that claim, and then Padme showed up like six years later? The final act which had bound Anakin in complete subservience to him would have been shown to be a lie, and I bet you Anakin’s loyalty would have fractured at that. I mean, Anakin’s loyalty fractures when he finds out that Palpatine lied about his child being born. And it’s ultimately that child(ren) which brings him to kill Palpatine. I bet you it would have been the same, if not even more immediate, if Anakin found out that Palpatine had lied about Padme. And I bet you Palpatine knew that too.

So Palpatine would have had to know that Padme was 100% dead in order to so certainly make the claim he did. And…well, how else would he have known, with absolute certainty, unless he’d had a hand in killing her?

This option also gives Padme much more agency, too, and I feel like it lines up with her character much better. Because now, instead of being reactionary and passive in the affair, and just…giving up on life because Anakin went to the Dark Side and betrayed her, we have a woman who held onto life with tooth and nail long enough to give birth to and name her children. Now we have a woman who fought the darkness with her last breath, and with her last breath gave hope to the galaxy, even as her light was being taken to feed the darkness.

And that not only fits her character better, but I also feel like is so, so much more tragic–on every side. On Anakin’s side, who is convinced by the man who actually murdered her, that he killed the woman he loved. On Padme’s side, who was stripped of her life and her hope, but with her last strength and last resolve brought the new hope into the world. And even on Obi-Wan, Yoda, and Bail’s side, who thought that their friend had died for nothing, and who will mourn her for her weakness, and who will never know that perhaps the greatest battle against the Dark Side was fought and won–because it was from Padme, and from that final battle, that Light was born again–by her in those last moments.

i hate when people turn self deprecating humor posts into positivity posts. like no!!!!! let me drag myself and others like me!!!! stop trying to pick me up!!!! i want to be writhing in the dirt with the other worms where i belong!!!! stop trying to make me love myself ur goal is futile!!! leave me to be vile u relentless saccharine human personification of splenda artificial sweetener!!! it is the only way i experience joy!!!!

Dear Little One

The last chapter of my Dragon Age Cullen-centric freeform-style experiment. It follows up on this (NSFW) chapter.

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Dear Little One,

It seems odd to write a letter to you when you’re barely a swell in your mother’s stomach, but the world is an uncertain place. If the worst should happen, we wish you to know your parents. Your mother is also writing letters to you, though she refuses to allow me to read them.

We do not yet have a name for you. There’s no way to know if you’ll be a boy or a girl, of course, and we’ve barely begun to discuss what name you might be given once you’re with us. Your Aunt Mia has made her suggestions known. I won’t repeat your mother’s reply to her suggestions, but suffice to say I believe she has her own preferences. For now, I shall just call you “Little One.”

You came as a surprise to us, but not an unwelcome one. There was a time I would have considered being a father as being beyond my reach, but life rarely takes us in the directions we expect. I never could have dreamed that one day I would one day love and later marry such a rare woman as your mother, much less be a part of a family.

Whatever happens, know that you are loved and you are wanted. Your mother and I very much look forward to meeting you when you arrive.

–Your father

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“Lonicera Paellax”

Ignis/Aranea (FFXV) | 3.2k words | I’ll tag it M but it doesn’t really deserve it

Authors Notes: Oh god, there wasn’t enough content for this ship so I made some??? Have 3,000 words of Ignis over-intellectualizing the entire universe, and Aranea being her generally sassy self. Pre-Altissia. Canon compliant where there’s actually canon to be had. Vague musings of Iggy’s backstory. Allusions to Aranea/Ravus. 

“So what is this plant we’re hunting for, again?”

Lonicera Paellax.”

“Great. Got anything more helpful than that, Ivory Tower?” Aranea’s voice was a taunting barb a few paces behind him as they picked their way through the beach rose and scrub pine of the Vannath sea-cliffs. “I’m not writing a dissertation. I’d just like to be able to spot the damn things before I’ve crushed them all to hell. These boots aren’t exactly ballet shoes, you know.”    

Ignis smirked. Of course he new that the scientific name was useless in their current context, but he liked the sound of the words… and maybe the sound of her frustration.

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I like to think that the Cobblepot household was always full of music. It was usually old jazz that Gertrude loved and wanted to share with her son. Oswald loved every one of them. They usually played these songs while making dinner and hummed along with the notes in unison. 

Once Oswald started emerging as the Penguin, he used his power to seek out and find old vintage sets of his mothers favorite songs. He went to some pretty drastic measures for some of them but it was worth it for the smile she would give him. 

After Gertrude died, it pained him to listen to the music. It brought too many bad memories but Ed was able to bring happiness back with listening to the music. He continued to collect music during his ascension to mayor and picked out tunes he thought she would like. 

Flash forward to the night where Oswald was going to confess his feelings to Ed. He spent hours looking through his collection trying to find the right song for this occasion. He finally found the song he was looking for which was one of his favorites as a child. La Vie En Rose. He had it playing for a major portion of the night while he waited for Ed. Once he realized that his chance to tell him was taken. He put the record away. He hasn’t brought it out again since. 

anonymous asked:

erasermight where they go on a little first date?? :0

They’ve fallen into a routine, lately. Saturdays are still reserved for Hizashi and Nemuri- the two would throw a fit if anyone ever came between their weekly get togethers- but Sundays are now for Yagi. It evolved from occasionally getting drinks together to just, spending time together. Shōta didn’t realize that they’d fallen into a couple’s routine until Hizashi whined that he was spending all his time with his boyfriend lately.

After a few moments of stunned silence, Shōta had asked what Hizashi meant, to which he explained:

“You grade together, you teach together, you go to non-bar places together, just the two of you: face it Eraser, you two are dating.”

After a short existential crisis, Shōta came to the conclusion that yes, he has A Feeling (or three) for Yagi, and yes, their actions thus far would be considered dating by anyone else’s standards. But does Yagi feel the same? Does Yagi view their outings as dates?

It’s Sunday again and for the first time Shōta dreads over what to wear when going to meet Yagi. Normally, he just throws on whatevers reasonably clean: all black so he doesn’t have to bother with matching. But has he been broadcasting this whole time that he doesn’t care about the time spent with Yagi?

Shōta groans: if this is dating, then it’s more trouble than it’s worth. The image of Yagi’s sincere smile, the one that’s been coming up more and more lately, floats in front of his mind’s eye. Well, Shōta corrects himself, almost more trouble than it’s worth. He reaches through his closet and spots something that makes his face twitch: a white button down with thin vertical gray stripes, and behind it, pressed black slacks. Clothes that aren’t wrinkled but are definitely not the easiest to move in. Shōta debates for a moment, and then grabs them from the hanger.

He showers, he trims he shaves, he dresses. He looks into the mirror for a long moment, debating to himself, before putting half his hair up into a bun. I look like a pencil-pusher, Shōta thinks with a grimace. But he does admit begrudgingly that he looks nice.

He leaves his small apartment, heading to the park where they’re meeting. He feels the looks of others on him and feels uncomfortably vulnerable in clothing that doesn’t hide his shape. When he reaches the park bench where they usually meet, Yagi isn’t there. A quick check of his phone shows that he’s early by about twenty minutes: a stark difference from his five to twenty minute lateness, depending on when he rolled out of bed (which is even more different than his forty-five minutes to two hours lateness when meeting Hizashi and Nemuri- Shōta really should have realized sooner). He sits on a nearby bench, settling in and resting his eyes. The sounds of civilians walking, chattering, children laughing- it’s soothing.

Before he knows it, he’s drifted off in a light doze, only to be woken gently but soft humming. When he opens his eyes, blinking in the brightness, he can tell by the positioning of the sun that it’s been at least an hour. And he’s leaning on someone. No, not just someone, Yagi. He freezes, unsure of what to do.

“Ah, sorry Aizawa, did I wake you?”

“Not really,” Shōta lies, slowly rising from Yagi’s shoulder, not looking at Yagi’s face, “Sorry for falling asleep on you.”

From the corner of his eye he sees Yagi smile gently, “It’s okay, Aizawa. You seemed so peaceful, I couldn’t wake you. Besides, we didn’t really have any time sensitive plans. I’ve been enjoying people watching.”

There’s a pause.

“You look…different today, Aizawa. Very handsome,” Yagi says, slight caution in his voice.

Shōta finally looks in Yagi’s direction: he’s staring straight ahead now, with a flush along his cheeks. Against the backdrop of the green of the trees, the peaceful sounds of people enjoying their day, Shōta can’t help the way his chest clenches just a bit, at the sight Yagi makes.

“You can call me Shōta,” he says without thinking.

The flush deepens on Yagi’s cheeks, “Then you can call me Toshinori.”

Now it’s Shōta’s turn to flush slightly. He turns his gaze back to the people- they’re close, on the bench. Shōta must have migrated towards the warmth Yagi-Toshinori’s body gave off when the other man sat down. Their fingers are brushing.

Feeling bold, his heart pounding, Shōta links their fingers, “Toshinori,” he says gently, more fondness in his voice then he truly meant to let slip.

“Shōta,” says quietly, warmly, squeezing Shōta’s hand in return.

They spend the day people watching, hands entwined.   

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