never leave this planet

Rey and Finn as bounty hunters

for @finnreyfridays

An abandoned orphan, Rey grew up on Jakku. In this arid wasteland, it was every man for himself and Rey quickly learned to provide for herself. At first, she was too young and weak to earn her food, and had to rely on scraps. As years passed, she became stronger and smarter, becoming one of the best scavengers on Jakku. Unfortunately, Plutt had no interest in paying his scavengers according to size of their catch, his entire business relying on people’s competitiveness fueled by despair. So, no matter how big the piles of metal were, Rey was always hungry.

One day, she decided she had enough of it. She knew how to fight, she was smart and a fast learner, she could fly all kinds of ships and speedsters. She could leave this awful planet if she wanted to, and never be hungry again. She was 20, now, and if after 15 years her family still wasn’t there, they either didn’t care about her or were dead. So one night, she stole Plutt’s most famous ship, the Millenium Falcon, and left. Becoming a bounty hunter wasn’t planned, really. The day after leaving Jakku, in a remote space station she saw a poster of a wanted man. The prize was enough to buy food for an entire week, and she managed to find him in 24 hours. From that moment on, she became an efficient bounty hunter thanks to her innocent face, her knowledge of several languages, and her research skills.

Finn was taken from his family, conditioned and trained to be a Stormtrooper by The First Order. But when he was ordered to killed innocent people, he realized that he couldn’t do it, that he couldn’t keep working for them. So he defected, saving a Resistance pilot and escaping with him. He dropped the pilot off on Jakku, where he could find his droid, and took off. He went to the Outer Rim, working odd jobs and changing locations every few weeks. He just wanted to live peacefully and not have anything to do with The First Order. And if sometimes he screamed himself awake at nights, taunted by dreams that felt like memories, well no one had to know.

But one day, as he was working in an inn, a man barged in, threatening everyone with his blaster. His combat training kicking in, Finn easily disarmed him and knocked him out. Turned out the man was wanted for armed robbery and murder on 3 different planets, and Finn received a nice amount of money for his effort. He realized that living his life scared and hidden wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to help people, to use everything the First Order had taught him, but to do good and not evil. He could arrest criminals, and even get paid for it. So he took on the job, using his tactical and fighting skills to catch bad guys (but always making sure to check that they are real criminals and not regular people who got flagged as criminals because they dared to oppose the First Order). He took on a new name and kept his face hidden to stay under the radar, especially as his bounty hunter reputation grew.

And eventually, Finn and Rey find themselves working on the same case without knowing it : a dangerous arsonist who has a very high prize on her head. But just as Rey is about to catch the criminal off-guard, after days of pretending to be a clueless waitress, there’s an explosion. Turns out it’s a fake one, and a part of Finn’s plan to create confusion to be able to catch the arsonist. But with Rey getting in the way (because there’s no way this random guy snatches her prize when she worked so hard for it), she ultimately gets away. After hours of fighting about what happened, Rey and Finn decide to work together to catch the arsonist. And even though it’s supposed to be a one-time thing, they click so well together that they decide to become partners. Out loud, they say it’s because they are more efficient as a team, but the truth is, they might be falling for each other.

no like really narrative wise? finn’s arc mirrors luke’s. luke had wanted to leave tatooine and wanted that freedom, like finn wanted to leave the first order. they both wind up getting roped into a mess with a droid that ends with them tagging along with a plucky, rough around the edges pilot/scavenger/smuggler trope character on the falcon. their refusal of the call moment is very similar as well and lasts an incredibly brief time bc as soon as more serious shit happens, they immediately run back into the fray to help. obviously there’s the stuff with han and finn going to rescue rey from starkiller vs han and luke rescuing leia. then of course there’s the whole him with the lightsaber ect.

Sweet Like Candy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Valentines One Shot! ❤

A/N: Hey y'all! This was requested by a lovely anon for Valentine’s Day! Tbh I got hella excited while writing this and wanted to go a slightly different route with the smuts! ENJOY - Delilah ❤❤

Sweet Like Candy: After planning an entire day to spend with you (and confess his feelings towards you) Bucky’s plans are disrupted when Sam steals all of his clothes.

Warning: Smut! Nudity. Humiliation.

Bucky was going to murder Sam.

By murder, he meant he was going to strangle him the second he saw him; also, the second Steve picked up his phone and brought him some damn clothes.

It was supposed to be a simple day. Bucky had planned a pretty decent night for the two of you. He made dinner reservations at your favorite restaurant, planned to take you go karting (which you loved), and even went as far as renting a really nice hotel room, where he currently had most of your little presents he bought for you a week prior.

Basically, Bucky was going to make you feel like you deserved to feel: special.

Because your scumbag of an ex sure couldn’t do that for you.

You and your ex had been together for nearly two years, much to Bucky’s dismay. It was great in the beginning but as time went on, things changed. Your ex was constantly entertaining other women, even in the same presence as you. The kindness he once showed was replaced by bitter insults and accusations of infidelity. The nights spent cuddling were replaced with you in bed alone each night, while he spent his nights doing god knows what.

When you became an avenger, or mostly, when you met Bucky, you became instant friends.

Somehow, the two of you just clicked immediately.
He enjoyed everything that your ex didn’t. And it took three long months for you to realize that love wasn’t supposed to be as hard as it was with your ex, it was supposed to be as fluid and carefree like it was with Bucky. He was the answer.


You were currently away on a mission, which you’d return from that evening, giving Bucky enough time to shower and get everything ready.

But life loved to mess with Bucky.

As soon as he stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and glistening with water, he reached for the white towel on the rack, only to find that it had disappeared.

What. The. Fuck.

He was absolutely positive he hadn’t misplaced it, he specifically remembered placing it on the towel rack beside the shower a few minutes ago. Where the heck did it go?

He sighed. Opening the bathroom door, he walked into his room, leaving a small trail of water behind him. After getting to the dresser, he pulled open the top drawer only to find it completely empty. Furrowing his brows, he slammed it closed and opened the next two, only to find them empty as well.

What the hell?

Bucky made his way to his closet, throwing the two doors open. Empty. Where the hell did his clothes go? They certainly didn’t grow legs and take off. It wasn’t laundry day either. Steve usually did his laundry.

The sound of muffled laughter broke his thoughts.

Opening his door, he was met with the sight of Sam, howling with laughter as he clutched his sides. He was gonna die. Bucky swore on his dead childhood goldfish’s grave.

“What did you do with my clothes?!” Bucky spat, glaring at the younger man. Boy, if looks could kill.
It took him a second, but Sam composed himself, giving the super soldier a shrug.

“I dunno, man,” he feigning confusion. “Where’d you put em’?”

Bucky grabbed at him, only to be met with another round of Sam’s laughter. That little shit was dead meat when he got some pants.

“God damn it, Sam!” He hissed. “Now’s not the time for this! I’m supposed to be taking Y/N out in an hour!” This only made him laugh harder. The little shit. This was far from funny.


The two men froze.

“Y/N!” Sam greeted, sending you an innocent smile; one that you could see right through.

“What’s going on?” You crossed your arms. You were in your civilian clothes, but the evidence of a mission was still present. Nevertheless, you were going to get whatever Sam was hiding out of him.

“Y/N,” Bucky called from behind the door. “Sam too-”

“Bucky’s having trouble picking out an outfit for this mission he’s going on!” Your eyes narrowed. He was a lying little shit and you knew it.

Before you could react, Sam grabbed you by the arm and dragged you towards the door, against your very loud protests.

“Sam!” You shouted, trying to yank yourself free. But alas, Sam was twice the size of you, with twice the amount of muscle. He simply scooped you up with one arm and shoved Bucky’s door back, making the man shout as well.

In one swift move, Sam tossed you into the room and shut it.

“Hey Friday,” he called.

“Yes, Mr. Wilson?”

“Can you go into system 97?”

“Are you sure, sir? I won’t be able to open the door without Mr. Stark’s authoritizati-”

“I’m sure!” He called over his shoulder, walking down the corridors with a pep in his step. His plan was falling into place perfectly.


You couldn’t stop staring at Bucky no matter how hard you tried. You’ve seen him shirtless countless of times, but seeing him like this was completely different. He managed to grab one of the pillows from his bed and placed it over his crotch. Regardless, you could still see the V of his lower abdomen, and especially the really impressive happy trail.

It was then did you really notice how polar opposites Bucky was from your ex. You were way past bashing the latter, but it was completely objective to be honest.

Bucky was practically perfect in your eyes. Your ex tried so hard to be perfect, whereas Bucky was just natural with everything. He didn’t even have to try. But what you loved the most was that Bucky never bragged about himself, he was by no means arrogant or egotistical. And that was the most attractive thing to you.

Besides him being naked, of course.

“You know,” he began, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s really rude to stare, Y/N.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. He was shy, you knew that, but damn he was really hot like this. You decided to mess with him a bit.

Stepping closer to him, you peered up at him and smiled innocently. “I wasn’t staring, I was admiring.” You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

Slowly, you dragged your fingertips down his stomach. His breathing became uneven, and you could feel his heart racing in his chest. He was really enjoying this, but nowhere near as much as you. When you got to the pillow, you slowly tugged on it. But to your dismay, he didn’t budge. When you looked back up at him, you found that he was closing his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, backing away from him. “I-I was just playing around.”

Before you could back away even more, his metal hand shot out and grabbed ahold of your wrist tightly, dragging you back to him.

“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise…” he trailed off, staring at your lips longingly. To say you were surprised was an understatement.

“What surprise, Bucky?” You ask. He sighs sadly before walking to one of his dresser drawers and pulling it open, revealing two small pieces of paper that looked like tickets. Turning them around, he handed them to you.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

They were go kart tickets! You loved go karting with every fiber in your being. Ever since you joined the Avengers, you barely had any time to sleep, let alone go out with friends. But what surprised you the most was that Bucky knew the exact place you’ve gone to since you were little. How did he know that? You’ve only talked about maybe once and that was on the phone with your parents.

“Bucky…” you gasped, placing a hand on your heart. “How did you know?”

He gave you a sheepish smile and avoided your gaze. “I may or may not have asked your mother a few weeks ago.” Your eyes widened. Your mother almost never approved of any of your past lovers. How the hell did Bucky manage to get something like this from her? She was as mean as a snake when she had to be.

“You talked to my mom?” you gawk at him. “And you didn’t get cursed out?”

He shrugged as if it were no big deal. But it certainly was to you.

“She’s really nice,” he said, smiling even brighter now. “She offered to bring me some of those cookies she sent you home with last christmas.”

You stared at him. Somehow, Bucky Barnes tamed the dragon that was your mother and even charmed his way into her heart. He was a keeper.

Without another word, you slowly backed him against the wall. “Doll, what are yo-”

You placed your finger on his lips, shutting him up once and for all. You trailed your hands down his chest, feeling the heated skin in your fingertips until they landed on the pillow. You gently tugged it away from him, revealing his large, thick cock.

And to your pleasure, he was already hard as a rock.

You placed a small kiss onto his lips before sinking to your knees, your eyes never leaving his.

You planet a small kiss on the tip before swirling your tongue around it slowly. Looking up through your lashes, you watch as he threw his head back; his torso still glistening with wetness. He looked so fucking handsome it nearly hurt.

“Fuuuck,” he sighed, his metal hand weaved its way into your hair, pulling it back for you. You let out a whimper, making his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Is this okay, baby?” You ask, batting your lashes. He looked down at you. You’ve never seen him so vulnerable and it was so hot. He nodded, thrusting his hips forward.

“I’ve wanted this since the first day I met you, Y/N,” You feel your heart swell at his words. Bucky had been so good to you, but now you wanted to be good for him.

You licked his shaft, all the way until it you reached his head again. “You’ve made me feel so good about myself,” you suck harshly, taking it into your mouth before pulling off with a pop. “I wanna make you feel good, too.”

Bucky smiled down at you sweetly, cupping your face with his flesh hand. You grinned and bent your head back down, finally taking him into your mouth fully. The hand that once cupped your cheek instantly flew to your hair, tangling itself in it. You moaned, sending little vibrations up his shaft. Relaxing your throat, you allowed him to go farther inside your mouth.

“Jesus fucking christ!” he gasped, closing his eyes. You placed your hand on his thigh, rubbing him softly. Even though it burned, you allowed him to go further in your mouth, stopping once you gagged, earning another sweet gasp from him. This was probably the first blowjob he’s had in seventy-something years. The thought made you want to laugh, but with his size, you chose not to. You just hoped you were making him feel good.

You began bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue over the head each time you came up for air. You peeked up at him again, only to find his eyes closed with bliss, his jaw clenched tightly. The sight of his chest rising and falling, glistening from the shower made you even more aroused. You were the luckiest woman in the world right now. Only you got to see him like this.

His breaths started becoming quicker, exiting his lungs in small puffs. His hips began thrusting into your mouth slowly in time with your bobbing.

“That’s it, honey.” he praised, thrusting his hips into your mouth faster. “Take all of it.”

You whimpered, sliding your hands into your jeans and into yourself. Bucky began gently pulling on your hair, lifting it in time with his hips.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Y/N,” he moaned, looking down at you. “I swear, your mouth was made for this. Made for me, just like I’m made for you.”

You inserted a finger inside your wet folds, thrusting them in and out rapidly. Your other hand released his cock and gently tugged on his balls. Bobbing your head faster, you began sucking harshly. His cock twitched in your mouth again, you could feel it pulsing on your tongue. He was close.

“…I….Y/N, I’m gonna…” He managed to say, before you felt the salty sweet taste of his cum in your mouth. Swallowing, you peer up at him and grin.

After catching his breath, he pulled you up to him and planted a kiss on your lips.

“That was,” he laughed breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. “The most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”

You wrap your arms around his, looking into his eyes. “There’s plenty more where that came from, baby.”


“Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed as the older man entered the building.

“What’s up?” There’s a moment of silence before he frowned, growing concerned. Concerned Tony did not happen often.

“Mr. Barnes’ room has gone under system 97. I suggest you authorize-”

“Jesus, Friday!” He panics, taking off down the hallway. How long had the poor guy been in there? Was he okay? Steve was going to kill him this time!

But as he neared Bucky’s room, the sounds of moaning echoed throughout the corridors. Curiously, Tony leaned forward, listening intently.

“-uck me, Bucky!” Y/N cried, followed by the sounds of skin against skin and Bucky’s grunts.

The older man grimaced, stepping away from the door as if it had the plague.

“Sir?” Friday chimed again.

“I think they’ll be a bit preoccupied for a few hours, Friday,” he says, staring at the door. With a shake of his head, he walked away, ignoring your screams of ecstasy.

-FIN. ❤

P.S. If you’re reading this and you didn’t get a Valentines this year, you’re my valentines now! *does finger guns* ❤❤

has no one done a sheith au with a tangled type theme where Keith is raised by the BoM and is never allowed to leave the base so he has never seen any planet or interacted with other humans and when team voltron asks for help Keith sees Shiro, the first human ever and is stunned by his beauty. So when the blade denies helping team Keith sneaks out and says he’ll give the team the Blades plans if they take him to explore the Galaxy and he falls in love with all the pretty planets and one pretty boi in particular.

@drowningwithvigor and I made a Rebel Leader Lance AU! 

Lance never leaves Garrison the fateful night that a Galran escape pod crash lands in the desert near the military academy. He never meets Shiro, never becomes the blue paladin, and never leaves the planet. When Prince Lotor comes to conquer the planet in the name of his father, he bombs the Galaxy Garrison and Lance is the only surviver. He escaped the slave fields, but not before losing his family to the invaders, or so he thinks. About a year after that night, Voltron comes to liberate the earth. They stumble across “McClain”, the leader of “Guerreros Amarillos”, a group of rebels doing everything they can to free the human race from Lotor’s enslavement.

Shiro is shocked at the war hardened young adult before him. He knew him as the overconfident, fun and flirty kid, but now… He could barely recognize his beautiful face, covered in scars.

A Chick Flick Moment

So I had this idea because @saxxxology and I were talking before bed last night and this idea came up and I sort of wrote it in my head as I was trying to fall asleep. It then turned out way different than I planned but, eh, c’est la vie.

Set during 11x09 “O Brother Where Art Thou?”

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 740ish
Summary: Dean feels bad about that kiss from Amara
Warnings: Fluff, hurt/comfort, swearing, a reader who’s gonna wanna punch The Darkness in the fucking face

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The jungle air is humid despite the modernized building you wait in, and beads of sweat are beginning to pool in your temples. You’ve been standing on this balcony for who knows how long, waiting for your husband to return home. He was last home nearly three weeks ago, mourning the loss of his father. He had told you of his mission, and you, of course, supported him. When he left the next morning, you knew what he was doing was right for your people, but it terrified you. 

You can’t lose two kings, let alone your husband. 

And to top it all off, if T'Challa doesn’t return to Wakanda in the next five days, the right to rule will fall to you. So you’ve been waiting on this balcony for almost a whole day, refusing any maidservants who come by with food. You twist your ring around your finger without a thought, letting your sharp eyes scan the tree line for anything until at dusk, a single black car breaks through. Your eyes widen. It wouldn’t be a car unless it was T'Challa. 

Gasping, you turn and run from your balcony, almost barreling into a young girl waiting in your room for orders. You pass men and women as you streak down the two staircases before you reach the main floor. By the time you’re midway through the lobby, he’s standing at the open doors. 

“Thixwana tshi, T'Challa,” you sob, taking a step forward as your chest heaves for breath. “No word? Nothing, despite the news that you could have been dead?" 

"I’m sorry, sithandwa sam.” T'Challa takes a step towards you. “I’m sorry.” You gasp and take the last step towards your husband, falling into his arms with a sob. He cradles you and gently strokes your hair, whispering words of comfort as you cry. 

“I thought you were dead,” you sob, pulling away from him to cup his face and really, truly look at him. He kisses the inside of your palm. “As long as I wear this ring, and we are connected by the strongest substance on the planet, I will never leave you. Ze." 

(1) Thixwana tsh: Godammit
(2) sithandwa sam: My love
(3) Ze: Never

Originally posted by laura-kineys

Tony receiving little trinkets from the planets that Peter vistts. He soon has a whole shelf dedicated to them and looks at them, holding them whenever he’s missing the Starlord because it feels like Peter is right there with him. 

Peter never leaves a planet without picking up something for Tony, will always try to find the most interesting thing he can find. He loves the look of amazement that Tony gets whenever he looks at them and can never wait long enough to get home to him. 

Devaronian worldbuilding | biology & sexes

[ More worldbuilding for Devaronians, concerning the differences between females and males this time! With a little doodle to illustrate it (under the cut). Enjoy! ]

[picture source: official Star Wars artwork]

Devaronian biology

The Devaronians, or Devish, are a sentient species, native from the planet of Devaron.

Devaronians are mammalians.

The average height of an adult male Devaronian is 190cm (6'3), females are known to be just slightly smaller – thus, the Devaronians are known as being relatively tall and impressive.

The Devaronians have evolved from a species of horned primates who lived in the jungles of Devaron, millions of years ago.

Devaronians have black, silver-based blood. Because silver, as an element, does not carry oxygen very efficiently, Devaronians have two livers : they work doubly hard to filter the carcinogens from their blood stream, and thus to deliver oxygen to every parts of the body. As such, Devaronians are extremely resistant to most illnesses and most poisons, and it takes many, many drinks to get them even just a little inebriated.

Their tongues are extremely long.


The native language of Devaronians is called Devaronese. It is a very complicated language, and very hard for outsiders to learn. The language is very guttural, and is a mix of words and growls. As a result, a conversation between two Devaronians talking in Devaronese is remarkably unsettling to witness for an off-worlder. Few Devaronians (especially the males) bothered to learn the language as Basic was more used and widespread. Both males and females were known to speak Basic with a very noticeable accent, though some of them lost it if they spent many years offworld without ever speaking their native language again.

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Wow. Firstly I know we don’t know each other but I think you are incredible. I think you’re beautiful and smart and everything in between, you should never feel like leaving this planet because you’re worth so much more than that. If you ever ever ever need someone to talk to my inbox is always open no matter what. Alwwaysss. I love you very much!

Prompt 22 with Yondh

22: This isn’t goodbye

This is gonna be really sad just a heads up.

After the mutiny it was just you and Kraglin. That was all that was left of Yondu’s crew. You would never leave him. After the horrible trip to Ego’s planet you were standing with him by the construction equipment. You couldn’t help the bad feeling in your stomach. You wrapped your arms around him burying your head in his chest. He rubbed your back gently before making you look at him.

“Now come on. This ain’t goodbye. I’ll be back. We just gotta get Pete outta trouble again.” He assured you.

You studied his face wondering if this would be the last time. You knew what Ego had done and what he was like. You put your hands on the side of his face pulling him down to kiss him. You kissed him with more need and love than you ever had. He kissed you back holding your waist. He knew you were worried and he could feel it in the kiss. When he pulled back he stared into your eyes seeing all of your worry and fear.

“I love ya. It’ll be fine.” He assured.

“I love you too…. please be safe.” You whispered kissing him again.

Rocket coughed next to you and you pulled back. You didn’t want to let go of him but you had to. You watched him leave before going back to sit with Kraglin. You tried to calm down but you couldn’t.

You and Kraglin had jumped into action when needed. You felt a rush of worry as you saw Rocket crash into the ship. You looked around for Yondu not seeing him. As everyone yelled for Peter you ran down to Rocket.

“Where’s Yondu? Rocket! Where’s Yondu!” You screamed at him your eyes scanning the planet surface.

“I can only lose one friend today.” He growled stopping you from leaving and making Kraglin take off.

You watched in fear and panic as you took off. You couldn’t help the tears already running down your face. You watched as Yondu and Peter came towards the ship. You felt a rush of relief before realizing something. Only Peter had a spacesuit on. You screamed as you watched them banging on the glass of the ship. You collapsed onto the floor not even bothering to stop the sobs. You curled your knees up into your chest burying your face. You couldn’t stand the pain that flowed through your chest. You couldn’t breath. He was gone. Everything you had been through and this was how it all ended.

As you watched them get Peter and Yondu back on the ship you couldn’t stand. You couldn’t feel your legs from the shock. He had promised you he’d be okay. He said he would come back to you. You only managed to move from your spot for Yondu’s funeral. You couldn’t imagine him dead.

As you looked down at him he looked like he did almost every morning. He looked peaceful and calm like he did when you would wake up next to him on the ship. Your breath caught in your throat and your tears flowed. You touched his face gently pulling your hand back at how cold he was. As Peter spoke you couldn’t help but give a watery laugh as he compared Yondu to David Hasselhoff. When it came to your turn you stepped close to Peter gripping his hand.

“He wouldn’t want us to cry over him. He’d want us to talk about how he ripped off the best and how he kicked ass until the last second. That’s what he would want… he never did really get what he wanted.” You couldn’t stop the tears rolling down your face.

You watched as his body burned turning it into the rainbow colored stardust. You put your hand on the glass of the window. You let out a shaky breath.

“This isn’t goodbye. I’ll see you again in the stars. I love you.” You cried.

Despite the pain you felt you couldn’t help but rejoice at the sight of the Ravager funeral. Ravager factions from all over were celebrating his life. He deserved this kind of tribute. You moved thumping your fist against your chest in the Ravager salute. You knew he’d want you to stay strong but you couldn’t help the tears as you walked back to Kraglin and Peter. You stared at what was left of your family the weight of what had happened suffocating you.

“Serenity” starter prompts

Quotes from the 2005 motion picture.

  • “People don’t like to be meddled with.”
  • “She’s a creature of extraordinary grace.”
  • “It’s love, in point of fact.”
  • “Do you know what your sin is?”
  • “Secrets are not my concern. Keeping them is.”
  • “Would you be killed in your sleep like an ailing pet?”
  • “This is a good death. There’s no shame in this.”
  • “We’re making a better world. All of them, better worlds.”
  • “Where are you hiding, little girl?”
  • “Define ‘interesting.’”
  • “Oh god, oh god, we’re all gonna die?”
  • “We’re gonna explode? I don’t wanna explode.”
  • “This isn’t fear. This is anger.”
  • “That’s your guiding star, isn’t it? What’s of use.”
  • “I look out for me and mine. That don’t include you unless I conjure it does.”
  • “So here’s us, on the raggedy edge.”
  • “Do you understand your part in all this?”
  • “It’s okay to leave them to die.”
  • “If anything happens to her, anything at all, I swear to you, I will get very choked up. Honestly, there could be tears.”
  • “We’re as ghosts in this.”
  • “Shiny. Let’s be bad guys.”
  • “Let’s have no undue fuss.”
  • “You know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed.”
  • “At last! We can retire and give up this life of crime.”
  • “War’s long done. We’re all just folk now.”
  • “Faster, faster, faster would be better!”
  • “They want us alive when they eat us.”
  • “It sure would be nice to have some grenades, don’t you think?”
  • “They didn’t lie down. They never lie down.”
  • “Domestic troubles?”
  • “You run when you ought to fight. Fight when you ought to deal.”
  • “Who are we gonna find in there when she wakes up? The girl or the weapon?”
  • “Can I make a suggestion that doesn’t involve violence, or is this the wrong crowd?”
  • “Everything goes somewhere, and I go everywhere.”
  • “Do you all know what it is you’re carrying?”
  • “Old men covered in blood. It never touched them but they’re drowning in it.”
  • “I don’t know what I’m saying. I never know what I’m saying.”
  • “It isn’t mine. The memory, it isn’t mine. And I shouldn’t have to carry it.”
  • “Things are gonna get much, much worse.”
  • “When I talk about belief, why do you always assume I’m talking about God?”
  • “Sort of man they’re like to send believes hard; kills and never asks why.”
  • “Cut them down!”
  • “So…trap?”
  • “Sometimes people have feelings. I’m referring here to people.”
  • “I’m fine. I’m giddy.”
  • “I’m impressed that you…made it this far, in that outfit.”
  • “She is a mite unpredictable. Mood swings, of a sort.”
  • “She is an albatross.”
  • “Yes, I’ve read a poem. Try not to faint.”
  • “I have no stomach for games.”
  • “I should tell you so you don’t waste your time: you can’t make me angry.”
  • “Nothing here is what it seems.”
  • “We have every reason to be afraid.”
  • “I just want to know who I’m dealing with. I’ve seen too many versions of you to be sure.”
  • “You fog things up. You always have.”
  • “I don’t care what you believe, just believe in it.”
  • “If your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to.”
  • “Define ‘disappeared.’”
  • “I aim to misbehave.”
  • “We should have done this as men, not with fire.”
  • “I’m a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.”
  • “I never planned to go out like this.”
  • “My one regret in all of this is never being with you.”
  • “My turn.”
  • “I’m gonna show you a world without sin.”
  • “I can’t guarantee that they won’t come after you.”
  • “There is nothing left to see.”
  • “She’s tore up plenty, but she’ll fly true.”
A Million Years || Part I

Title: A Million Years || Part I

Fandom: Star Trek x Wonder Woman 

Relationships: WonderTrev, McKirk, 

Warnings: tiny bit sad and angsty here, also Wonder Woman spoilers so if you haven’t seen the movie you should probably wait to read this until you’ve seen it

A/N: Whoops! My hand slipped :p I promise that this is a fix-it fic! You just gotta bear with me! I finally saw Wonder Woman yesterday (and was completely blown away by how incredible it was) and I now have more confidence in posting more content for it :)

The title come from the song A Million Years by Charlene Kaye. A beautiful song that’s a rather good fit to this fic. Especially this first part :)

Enjoy! ♥

Summary: Steve was her North Star. Still guiding her hundreds of years after…

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cosleia  asked:

Give me a hesitant kylux kiss pls 🌹

Hesitant Kiss - The type of kiss where their lips touch a brush against each other’s a few times, breath fanning across each other’s faces as one waits for the other to make a move.  

(Boy Emperor AU for this one)

After Armitage’s coronation, Ren must understand that Armitage can do anything he wants. Anything. He is no longer burdened by the expectations of his father, he is free to become whatever saint or despot he wishes. He can command Ren to do anything he wishes. He can command Ren to walk into the sea and never look back, or exile himself to the woods, or leave the planet to personally destroy anyone that Armitage wishes. And Ren would never question the Emperor, would never ask why he wanted this, would never let his loyalty flag.

But this is nothing new. This has never been new. This has been what Ren has been willing to do since he was young. Devoted boy, devoted man, devoted servant, devoted lover. 

And Armitage’s commands for him are such small things. They are not really even commands.

“I want you to kiss me,” Armitage says in the privacy of his–their?–quarters. The anticipation, the greed, they drip from his mouth like honey eaten carelessly. “I want–Ren, please–”

How many nights has Ren spent dreaming of this very thing, word for word? This very sight, his resplendent emperor’s hair just ever so slightly mussed, a lock of hair escaping onto his forehead? But Ren had never considered how frightening it is to get exactly what you want. Ren, the most feared and well-known guardian of the royal family, trembling like a nervous teenager (he is a teenager, actually, he is nineteen, but he thinks himself a man). 

But he will not refuse his emperor anything he wants, and he is a bad and inexperienced kisser, he knows, they’ve kissed before, but there is no way to get practice except by practicing. 

The kiss is so soft and careful, so calculated that it might have seemed passionless, except the quiet loving-fearful huff of Ren’s breath, which is nearly silent and yet the most sensual sound he’s ever heard himself make. Armitage must agree, because he is responding, not forcing any speed, even though he clearly wants more he is going slow. 

“Don’t be afraid of me,” the emperor says. The emperor. Ren’s closest friend. 

“I’m not afraid of you,” Ren whispers, and they’re still kissing, and it is so much, it is everything that exists in the entire universe. “I’m afraid I’ll fail you.”

“No. Never.”

Never. The emperor decrees it. 

Armitage’s mouth tastes of wine, and want. 

Reunion (A Whink Diamond Fic for Anon)

The air on Homeworld blew cold that day, pushing the soft clouds along the rose canvas of the sky. White watched over the scene from her chambers, a few steps from her window, attention clinging to the statue of herself in the distance.

Blue had pulled her out and placed Yellow’s stone in. Now the Diamond in her forehead held the incorrect color and it was her electricity that powered Homeworld, instead of White Diamond’s light.

It took several minutes for White to return. After having been trapped within her own head for thousands of years, she lagged with a fogginess one might experience when coming out of a coma, and Blue, with her hand atop the eldest empress’, said simply, “It was Yellow. She shattered Pink.” She spoke with tears ebbing at the corners of her eyes, and White embraced her, also leaking streams that flowed on for several long minutes.

And everything, in what ways it could, returned to the new version of normal, still with only two Diamonds instead of four. White ruled again; she had her gem polished; she took several long lava baths and greeted her subjects, who returned to her with tears in their eyes. Nearly all of them came to weeping upon seeing her. Merely viewing her flipped the switch of their stability and they were left trying to hold the tears inside their ducts.

White caught her reflection in the window briefly, sparkling consistently in the light of her room. In the distance, she found her statue. Looking at it, her eyes weighed heavily. Everything that had happened—the parts she was both conscious and unconscious for—coagulated into a dense, black, incomprehensible ball that weighed at the bottom of her throat. Even attempting to take it apart was like dismantling a puzzle within a puzzle, but with both halves entirely intertwined. Touching even one piece effected the entire enigma, so White gave up and let it sit as she regarded Yellow’s gem in the distance, her fingertips pressed to the cool glass of the window.

Despite the knots in her stomach, White’s clothing flowed airily around her. By her Pearl’s suggestion, she wore the leisurely attire of an empress on her day off. Her gown frothed and flowed like ocean lace and she shone with all the beads they had suggested she wear.  

“My Diamond,” one of her Pearls poked her head out from behind the side of the door. “Blue Diamond has come to see you.”

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These are some things to remember. Sticky–note them to your wall, scribble them down on your palms but please, keep them in your heart and in your mind for as long as you can.

One. No matter how hard you try, you’ll never please everyone. It’s cliché, I know, but it has to be said because we’re takings risks, breaking our spines from bending over backwards too much.

Two. It’s okay to not know where you’re going, what you’re doing; who to be, what to see. Even the greatest minds didn’t have it all figured out by the age of –

Three. You will get your heart broken. Not only by boys, not only by girls, but by places, songs, faces you’ve never even met. Like your dream university, the one you built your life around entering, thinking that one day you would bleed the colors blue, maroon, yellow, or green. Your favourite animals going extinct. Not meeting a minimum to stay on top. Life isn’t smooth sailing but listen to me,

Four. Your failures don’t define who you are. The scars they leave are there to make you human. It’s natural to feel like shit on days when it feels like the universe is against you. It’s okay, your feelings are valid. Cry when you need to, get angry and yell, but never – please, never put all the blame on yourself. You have tiny shoulders but big dreams and never, ever let your failures crush those.

Five. Listen to the chocolate bar and take a break because –

Six. You deserve to treat yourself every once in a while. A pint of ice cream, a movie marathon; you’ve worked hard so reward yourself with what makes you happy.

Seven. The small things count. The way the ocean always returns to the shoreline, the bass line of your favourite song, your pet being excited to see you come home to them. The smell of freshly laundered sheets, the flow of traffic-free streets, the feeling of getting the crispy chicken skin. Remember the little things.

Eight. Some people, no matter what they say, just won’t give a fuck. You can hand them the world on a silver plate and they won’t even bat an eyelash. They’ll take your world away and lock in a chest, throw away the key and make you start all over again. That is why you never leave planets and comets in the bones of another. Don’t make a body your gravity because if they leave, everything will fall like an apple from a tree.

But I promise,

Nine. There are still people who care. The friends who will listen to you cry past 11PM, sit with you on stairs, and hold you throughout all of it. The boy or girl who will love you for all you are when Nam Joo Hyuk is too far away. The family friend who you can take to prom because you’d rather catch up than make awkward small talk. And most important of all, the friends who will stand with you through all of it: through the bad, the good; the beautiful, and the really, freaking ugly. These are the people you can anchor your boats to when the tides are too high for you to keep sailing, and they will never let the waves sweep you away.

Lastly, I hope,

Ten. I can be one of those friends. Remember you can lean on me, tell me all your stories, and I’ll keep them locked in my heart only to return to you when you need them. Ten, we can take baby steps to get through everyday together, be on trainer wheels for as long as we need to until we’re ready to just go, and go, and go, but we’re also ready to come home. Ten, I’ll try to make you as happy as I can because I can’t see my universe without you.

—  a gentle reminder