one of the greatest men alive

Steal My Heart

Word Count: 1282

Summary: You’re a metahuman who can influence emotions. Did you influence Peter Parker, a long time crush, to like you or is it on his own accord?


Peter Parker is easily one of the most attractive guys in your school. You’re sure of it. And you’ve been sure of it since you were young.

Sadly, the world generally shames people who have crushes on their best friends. So, you knew that you had to bury your feelings deep within you. Very deep, to where no one would ever find them.

Of course, burying your feelings is usually tougher for you. You’re a metahuman who can influence other’s emotions. This means if you have… stronger feelings for someone, you unconsciously begin to influence their emotions. You can’t completely change someone’s feelings, but if they’re sad, you can gently remind them of good memories. If they’re angry, you can coax them to just being slightly upset. If they like you, you can make the fondness more intense.

Which is why you have to be careful. You have to make sure you live in a state of neutrality. If you get real angry, you could start a riot. If you get real sad… well you know what happens when people get depressed.

You knew from the beginning that Peter Parker was Spider-man. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. His voice is so unique that you’d be an idiot to not know. But you played dumb. Knowing that he was out there, risking his life for strangers and your city, only made your love for him grow.

Tonight is one of many study dates. It’s not weird to find yourself at Peter’s house, just lounging about. Aunt May, who loves you now, took forever to warm up to you. She once told Peter that something was off about you. But quickly realized she was wrong. With some minor help from yours truly. You only sped up the process of her liking you, it would’ve happened at some point in time.

You plop yourself down in his desk chair, biting your lower lip as you put your books on his desk. Time to learn maths, your personal favourite. You are thankful, though; it’s much easier to keep your emotions neutral or under control when you’re bored out of your mind than when you’re staring at a very cute boy… who’s perfect in everyway and you-

You shake your head slightly, clearing your mind of the thoughts. “Ready, Peter?” You ask, turning your head to look at the boy who’s standing next to you.

You find his eyes already on your face, making a rose colour rise to your cheeks. Why would he be staring at you already? Damn, you’re probably influencing him…

He coughs slightly before nodding. “Y-yeah… maths. Your favourite, right?” He jokes before pulling up another chair, this one stolen from the dining table on your way in. He sets his own worksheet on the table, before grabbing a pencil and getting to work. He flies through the equations, stopping every now and then to think through the process before finishing it.

He’s on his 5th question just as you’re finishing your 2nd. “Woah, woah, woah. Slow down, speedster. I need a little help with the formula on this one.” You tell him, pointing to the 3rd question.

Peter nods, leaning in to look at the paper closer. Your breath catches slightly as you realize how close your faces are. You could just lean over to kiss him right then. Your eyes are anchored to his face, watching as his eyes scan the question before looking skyward to think. You love the fact that you can just tell what he’s thinking by looking at his eyes.

His eyes finally make their way to yours, locking onto them. It’s like was casted over him as he stares at you.

Pink converges onto your cheeks as he continues to stare. You both start to lean in at the same time, your lips brushing his before you remember. My power! You quickly get up from the chair, stepping back from him.

Peter stares up at you, his face blood red as he goes to explain. “I-I-I thought you liked me too, I’m sorry if I misread that!”

You shake your head, “No no no no no, it’s not you! I-It’s me! I… I just can’t kiss you…”You mumble, feeling shy as you go to play with your fingers.

You can just feel the confusing pulsing off him as he takes a step forward. “What… what do you mean, you can’t kiss me?” He asks, confusion in every word.

You shrug, biting your lip. “I can’t tell you. Just please believe me.” You take a step to the side, it’s like you and Peter are going around each other. Resembling fighters in the ring.

He quietly shuts his door, so Aunt May can’t hear. “(Y/N), you can tell me anything. Don’t you trust me?” Peter asks, his voice a quiet whisper as he takes another step towards you, holding out his hands.

You look anywhere but at him, contemplating if you can actually tell him. “Okay… I’m only going to tell you, because I know you’re Spider-man.” You tell him, your voice low.

“W-What??? Noooo, I am not… who??” Peter says, trying to play it cool as his voice goes higher. You roll your eyes and give a small, halfhearted, chuckle.

“I wanted you to tell me when the time is right, but that’s not important, okay? You cannot tell anyone. You have to promise me that.” You put stress on ‘any’, making the most serious and straight face you’ve ever made in your life.

He nods, his lips pressing together.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Okay, so I have a power. It’s not cool like Wanda’s or fun like yours…. It’s lame and it really interfers with my life. But I can influence people’s emotions?” You tell him, making the last phrase sound like a question.

He looks shell shocked as his mouth opens. Before he can say anything, you start talking again. “Which is why I can’t kiss you. I have no idea if you actually like me, or if I’m just influencing you to like me because I’ve had the biggest crush on you since we met and I think it’s love. I can make people’s fondness for me more intense, almost? Like turning likeness into love and just a general friendship likeness into something more. I don’t know I’m doing it, I swear!” You rant, trying to tell him everything about your power before he freaks out.

He slowly starts to smile, before laughing. “(Y/N), you really think that you made me feel the way I do? No, there’s no way. There’s no way the way my stomach flips when I see you out of the corner of my eye is your influence. Or the way I can’t see to be able to talk when you’re around. Or how you still look cute in sweatpants and I can’t seem to catch my breath when you look at me. None of that is your doing. I’m in love with you and falling deeper every day. That’s not you.” He whispers, stepping closer and putting his hands on your cheeks. You close your eyes and lean into the warmth, his words settling your fears.

“So, will you please shut up and just kiss me…?” He asks, his voice hoarse and you smile. Opening your eyes to look into his sparkling brown ones. There’s a small smirk on his face, a confidence that you’ve never seen before. You nod before closing your eyes once again. This time, you lean in all the way.

“Peter Park, you steal my heart every day…” You whisper, your lips brushing his with every word.

Girls Night

Prompt: Maybe something in which the girls of the batfam can get some spotlight? And can you do one with batmom being related to harley or ivy and the batfam finding out
Requested by: justplaindontask and ANON

Fandom: DC

AN: for the second prompt I ended up making it Batsis. Hope that’s okay


    Girls night had become a tradition early one. Putting on a cute outfit, with great shoes, was a must when you spent most of your nights sweating in spandex and covered in grime. Your heels were higher than was practical, and you knew that ten minutes into dancing you’d be sliding  them off, but you were prepared for that. You had a pair of flats in your purse ready to go.

    You slip out of your room, and down to the garage. You start the car quietly and keep going. You pull in front of the restaurant and find your group already there. Stephanie is mid way through her third shot when you sit down, Barbara has a margarita in front of her, and Cass is sucking down a long island ice tea. They hoot as you walk up.

    Barbara smiles, “Now I know your dad didn’t see you leave the house in that dress.” You glance down at the black halter top dress. You smile and do a little shimmy.

    “He and the boys were in the cave, I slipped away unnoticed.” You order a martini, and an appetizer. And the chit chat starts. You cover everything from Dick’s freakout about Barbara’s latest mission, to Stephanie’s latest prank on Damian. You fill them in about school. Cass simply grins through the whole thing.

    When she nods towards the ladies approaching you, you raise an eyebrow in question. Your mother winks at you, and her friends sit down at the table. She kisses you cheek, “And how is my darling daughter?”

    You stare at Pamela. Your existence had come from a seduction gone wrong. She’d been out to use Bruce Wayne’s money to pressure people into giving into her commands. One plant based love potion later and you were created. She still claimed your father was one of the best men alive, even if she didn’t have a clue that he was the same man who stopped her every scheme.

But your mother had always claimed that you were the most precious thing in her life. Her greatest masterpiece. She’d managed to hide your existence for a while, to keep her nose clean. But the call was too much, and when she had gone back to Arkham, your father had been gifted with you. Supervised visits had been allowed. Little did she know, that you had inherited her powers minus the green skin.

You listen as she talks about her latest breakthroughs, while Selena makes eyes at a waiter, and Harley throws back shots like they’re going out of style. One look at Barbara tells you that she’s a bit uncomfortable with the situation, but she’s got your back.

You move onto the club, and make a show of dancing with your friends. Everything is going fine until a guy can’t take no for an answer. That’s when your mother turns into a mother bear. Before you can fully understand what’s happening there are plants all over the place, Harley is swinging her bat, and Selena has disappeared. A glance at Stephanie shows that the girl is oblivious, and still dancing on the bar. Cass is popping back peanuts, and Barbara is rubbing at her head.

You get out of the club before the police show up, and take a taxi home. When you arrive back at home your father and your brothers are waiting. One look at the news, has them all scrambling with questions, and leaves you with a headache. Sometimes girl’s night out was more trouble than it was worth.

anonymous asked:

They really gave so many hints for Dany and having kids this year. It was crazy. The parallels for Jon having kids are not so many but with Dany they went overboard.

Actually there are many parallels for Jon too. Aside him being a Targaryen and all that.

When he entered the Night’s Watch he gave an oath.

“Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

Jon’s oath ended when he died. But if you break it down you get the parallels that always hinted where his story would go.

“Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death.

It ended.

Part of him will always be a Night Watcher and a protector or the realm.

I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.”

He has Longclaw. The Long Night came. The darkness falls. Winter is here. He is gathering everyone. He is ready to fight. He is the shield that guards the realms of men. The sword in the darkness.

However he has pledged his life and honor now to the world, to the North and to Daenerys Targaryen by bending the knee and proclaiming her his Queen.

“I shall hold no lands.”

He has Winterfell. He is the Lord of Winterfell.

 “I shall wear no crowns”

He is King in the North.

“and win no glory.

He won the Battle of the Bastards. He is known now to be one of the greatest swordsmen alive. A resurrected legend for the free folk and the Night’s Watch.

What is left?

“I shall take no wife”

His sex scene with Daenerys was while there was a flashback of his parents giving their marital oaths in the wedding. And he initiated what happened between him and Dany.

Plus Littlefinger speaking of a marriage alliance and all that.

…father no children.

I find it interesting how death preserves reputations. Take, for example, John F. Kennedy. His death came too early for many; and it’s my belief that preserved his legacy as the man who wanted to bring us to the moon, the dreamer who wanted the Wall torn down – the idealistic, noble goals that we love to ponder. I wonder what may have happened later in his presidency, had he not been assassinated, that could’ve changed that legacy.

It is the same case with a man like Erwin Rommel. He was a member of the Nazi Party, but he is/was known as a noble man due to the fact he didn’t mistreat prisoners of war and refused to execute German French Foreign Legion members. In fact, I believe the fact he was served a suicide pill by Hitler is the biggest reason his legacy was preserved to be known today – crimes Rommel may have committed in North Africa are currently unknown or have only just begun to be researched; any he may have committed had he stayed alive were stopped prematurely. Anybody who’s obituary reads “served a suicide pill by Adolf Hitler” looks good in the eyes of the world, simply because of the fact Hitler was the one who killed him.

Compare this with Bernard Law Montgomery – when Monty won Egypt for North Africa, he was revered by his men for having succeeded when his predecessors had failed; for trying to keep them alive. But because of his well known rivalry with Patton, the debacle of Market Garden (in part caused by his rivalry with Patton), and his death as a curmudgeonly old bastard in a big house with opinions about everything, he has gone down in history as exactly that – a curmudgeon.

To complete the triumvirate, George Smith Patton, Jr. led a rocky life when it comes to his own reputation – so his legacy is mixed as well. He is known as one of the greatest generals America has ever had; so skilled that Ike couldn’t keep him sidelined. After Tunisia and Sicily he was probably known as a great general… But then he slapped two soldiers and shouted at them for having shell shock, and later classification shell shock as PTSD has most certainly made an already shitty incident look worse. This caused him to be sidelined for a year before the Normandy invasion; and the subsequent feuds with Monty don’t look good either. The difference there is that Monty seemed to be worse than him, exacerbated by the failure of Market Garden. After D-Day, Patton’s third army was practically unstoppable (when logistics crisis don’t stop it). Patton’s death just after the war stopped everything he may have done in its tracks.

Patton is known now as an excellent, if egotistical and short-tempered man; good at morale and keeping the men moving forward. His death stopped any post war interference with his legacy in its tracks. We cannot say what he might’ve done after the war simply because he didn’t live to see much of it. Thus, his legacy has been preserved; if changed a bit due to public perception turning to myth or misconception, just as Rommel’s, Montgomery’s, and Kennedy’s legacies have undergone the same.

“Good men are for good women” doesn’t actually mean that you’re guaranteed a great spouse because you’re religious.

Aasiyah, mentioned by the prophet as one of the four greatest women to have lived, was married to Firaun, one of the most evil and corrupt men.

Lut (as) was a literal prophet and therefore one of the most righteous people alive, yet he was married to a woman who was misguided and ended up being punished with his people.

These stories show us that just because you’re a good person, you won’t always be granted a good spouse. People don’t always get what they ‘deserve’. Life is full of trials and for some people, their marriage becomes another test from Allah.
“And We have made some of you [people] as trial for others - will you have patience?” (25:20)

A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life


CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Fifty-Three

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature


Thor took a deep breath. “Do you think they will fall for it?” he asked, looking down the fjord.

“They think you are still on Midgard or Vanaheim, after all, that is what we made it seem, did we not?” Maebh grinned, looking into the distance.

“You are without a doubt the most terrifying being in existence.” Fandral shook his head looking at the princess.

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sternentreue  asked:

Aaah, gotta request some Highspecs as long as I still can! First sentence: "I never took you for the jealous type, four-eyes."

Y’all know how much I love writing jealous Ignis, omg. 

Tagging:  @mikia87, @hello83433, @hyperstorms, @destatree (if you want to be tagged in future Highspecs content from me - or wish to not be tagged from here on out - let me know! XD)

Word count: 776

“I never took you for the jealous type, four-eyes.” The statement had meant to be in jest, a light tease to ease the tension from Ignis’s eyes. If anything, however, her words only made his jaw clench tighter, and his eyes, harder. True, they hadn’t spent a copious amount of time together, hadn’t known one another for long, but she couldn’t help thinking that this sort of behavior wasn’t normal for her bespectacled suitor.

So what if she tossed a few extra smiles at the gentleman manning the produce stand? Or a wink at the weapons dealer? Or did some smooth talking to the store clerk? As far as she was concerned, she had perfectly legitimate reasons to make eyes at them. They stared first. She just let them think they had a chance and used her way with words and alluring lashes to get what she wanted. It was better to have them succumb to her because of something as shallow as their sexual urges than to admit that she was a mercenary for the Empire, right?

Now, as Ignis led her through the streets in uncomfortable silence, Aranea thought otherwise. In the past, she would have pushed him away, would have stood her ground and put her foot down. She didn’t need permission to talk to anyone – not that he had said anything to her that would give her the notion she needed to – and it was rather rude to interrupt someone in mid-conversation anyway, jealous or not. Why she didn’t with Ignis was unsettling. Maybe she felt guilty. Maybe she didn’t and just didn’t feel like putting up a fight tonight. Either way, it left her with an unpleasant flipping sensation in her stomach.

Ignis had refused to even look at her, though, and outside of the previously mentioned tighter features, made no indication that he had even heard a word she had said. The lack of communication made her feel small, like she had done something to deserve his coolness even though she knew in her heart of hearts she didn’t. …but maybe she did.

It wasn’t until they were in an alley, alone and out of earshot from the other night lurkers that crawled about the Lestallum streets that Ignis stopped. He seemed to relax a little without the hustle and bustle of the city surrounding them, although Aranea thought it had more to do with the lack of people that could lay eyes on her. She said nothing, and chose not to prod more than she needed to. If there was anything she had learned about Ignis in their short time together, it was that he didn’t lose his temper easily, but she didn’t want to be the one to cause his demeanor to crumble.

“Apologies,” he muttered after a while. His hands slid into hers, and Aranea allowed him to keep her there. People like Ignis didn’t act this way out of malicious intent. She had no reason to think his intentions were ill. “I absolutely overreacted. I will do my best to conceal and keep my jealousy in check going forward.”

Aranea blinked.

“That’s it?” She tried not to laugh. Really. But the giggled fell from her lips anyway, and she brought one of their clasped hands to her mouth in an attempt to stifle them. Ignis’s cheeks burned and he adverted his gaze, hanging his head a little. For such a proper, well-put-together man, he was still so young, if a little naïve in the department of relationships. In any other circumstance, Aranea wouldn’t have given a man like him the time of day, but she liked Ignis, maybe more than she should.

“Sorry,” she also apologized, and squeezed his hands. “I’m not mad or anything. It’s…cute, if a little on the possessive side.” She watched as his cheeks darkened further despite the traces of a smile that tugged at his lips. “Just remember that I said yes to you, Specs. You’ve gotten further with me than most men in the last ten years.”  

At that, Ignis brightened and chuckled softly. Aranea pulled him closer and leaned up, kissing him slowly. She wasn’t a fan of baby-sitting, but she also didn’t mind that this kind of baby-sitting was necessary to keep what could be the greatest thing to ever happen to her. So what if he needed a little guiding? They could learn and grow together.

“I’ll consider myself one of the luckiest men alive,” he replied smoothly before bringing her in for another, longer kiss, and Aranea felt herself melt into him.

Yeah, she would keep this one for as long as she could, she thought.

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renesvetta  asked:

Would it be alright to ask for a prompt where young Izuku, who's still going around trying to be a hero despite being quirkless, unwittingly gets between a young Shigaraki Tomura (pre-Sensei) and a villain. Can lean either towards future villain!Izuku or Hero!Tomura depending on your fancy. Thank you!

When Izuku is young, he discovers three very important things about himself.

The first is that not all men are created equal. He himself is Quirkless, and practically overnight he goes from having seemingly endless friends to no friends. Even Kacchan doesn’t want anything to do with him.

The second is that despite his own fears, he is capable of standing up to someone in the face of adversity. Whether or not he’ll break down in tears doing it is another story.

The third, and most important thing is that he is going to be the right hand man to one of the greatest villains alive, a boy named Shigaraki Tomura.

It begins with a man, an alleyway, and a death.

0-0-0-0-0-0

They call him the Black Rook.

In chess, a rook piece, also called ‘the tower’ by some, is one who can move horizontally or vertically across the board. Used correctly, the rook can be one of the biggest deciding factors in a game, alongside the Knight and the Queen.

He doesn’t look like much on screen. Short, green hair and eyes, and a simple smile on his face. It’s only if you know what to look for that you start to see the real picture.

Midoriya Izuku vanished four years ago. His mother died less than a year after that, from a bullet through the heart. Her body, when it was finally recovered, was heavily damaged due to her killer burning the house down around her once they were done. No valuables were taken, but pictures of Izuku vanished, articles of clothing, money and all the food in the house were taken as well.

Two years after that, Shigaraki was introduced to the world as Sensei’s successor. And on his heels was a quiet young green-haired, green-eyed youngster dressed smartly. 

All Might looks at the boys, and mourns the loss of their innocence. He tries to figure out how someone like Izuku would fall in with this kind of crowd. He reads the reports on his Quirklessness, and then the reports on how his first “kill” was a villain in an alley, a man that went by the name of Quiverback. 

Quiverback had a thing for kids. Even now, the thought of it makes All Might want to kill something. Midoriya Izuku was a year younger than Shigaraki when he vanished. All the police reports - what few there are - say so. But it doesn’t say how or why Izuku did what he did, although there’s plenty of speculation. All Might has his theories, just like Gran Torino does, and everyone else that watched the New Villain Alliance on TV that day after the fight with Sensei.

Shigaraki and Quiverback are in the alley when Izuku arrives. Izuku, his dreams of ever being a hero smashed, but unwilling to give up, attempts to help. It gets nasty - Quiverback was known for carrying a medley of sharp knives on him, hence the name. No weapon was found at the crime scene, but the killing blow came from one of his own knives, and one of the ‘slots’ on his back was empty. Izuku, recognizing one of those nightmare adults his mother warned him about, kills Quiverback.

And between then and whenever the police arrived, Sensei and his right hand Kurogiri stepped in, and swept the boys up. He knows that happened, because Sensei had alluded to ‘picking up not just one, but two extremely fine boys that day’. He’d sounded so proud, like a father who’d watched his sons become men. It makes bile twist in All Might’s stomach. 

But even he can admit for a villain alliance, Shigaraki and Izuku are doing extremely well. Were he in Sensei’s position, he’d probably be proud too, especially if he were locked away like Sensei is. His ‘sons’ are running the alliance well - they’ve gathered Overhaul’s forces to them as well, and the chemistry between the two groups is hot. All Might’s been pushing the last few dregs of energy he has to their limit, and Lemillion is doing all he can to help. 

The fact remains undeniable though; Izuku Midoriya is a villain now, and serves Shigaraki. Quirkless or not, he has killed far too many to be allowed any chance at redemption. The media would have a fit, even were All Might to plead for the boy’s second chance. There is no longer any choice.

Izuku Midoriya and Shigaraki Tomura must be stopped. Only then will this nightmare end.

All Might closes the folder, bows his head in apology for what he’s about to do, and walks out of the police station. Word is Midoriya and Shigaraki have targeted the USJ in search of him. This is going to be his best chance at catching them, and bringing them down. 

“Lemillion, you know what to do, right?”

“Yes sir!”

“Good.”

He can only hope they don’t struggle too much.

Mother 3 Sentence Starters
  • ❝ You’re ___, right? I’ve heard rumors that you’re a crybaby… ❞
  • ❝ You’re incredible. You’re amazing. Seriously, you’re a real inspiration. We’re right behind you, supporting you one hundred percent from the side! ❞
  • ❝ Nobody knows what the future holds. Not even mole crickets, water striders, or horned owls. ❞
  • ❝ Touch my heart. See how it beats in and out? ❞
  • ❝ You know, however depressed you may get, as long as you have hope, there’ll always be tomorrow. ❞
  • ❝ It’s almost suppertime. ___ should be back soon. What? He/She’s not coming back? Why, did you do something to him/her? ❞
  • ❝ I may’ve dislocated my jaw that last time…but I still got plenty left in me! ❞
  • ❝ Lookin’ handsome. ❞
  • ❝ Everyone is waiting for you. They’re waiting to throw rocks at you, spit on you, and make your life hell. Who’s ❛ everyone? ❜ …Everyone you love. ❞
  • ❝ What if I start practicing yanopi now and become the greatest yanopist ever, charming the hearts of men the world over? ❞
  • ❝ We may be tiny, but we’re still living beings. ❞
  • ❝ The cool and heroic ___ you once knew is dead. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t look, now! I’m not going to stick my butt out or anything like that, though. ❞
  • ❝ Aiiiiieee! You’ve caught me stark naked! ♥ ❞
  • ❝ Get up already so we can play! ❞
  • ❝ I’m going to where ___ is now. ❞
  • ❝ I’m pitch black and covered in soot, but I’m alive. ❞
  • ❝ When ❛ the time ❜ comes, I will welcome it with open arms. ❞
  • ❝ No one is simply born strong. ❞
  • ❝ Look for ___, visit ___’s grave. That’s all your old man does anymore. ❞
  • ❝ The deeper the darkness, the brighter the sunrise at dawn. ❞
  • ❝ You were once a weak, fragile boy/girl, but now you’ve been given a tremendous role to fulfill. ❞
  • ❝ ___ was just hasty. That’s all. You’ll forgive your hasty [relation to muse], won’t you? ❞
  • ❝ Everyone hates me, you know. They all say I talk too much and never shut up. ❞
  • ❝ Da vines go up because they’re divine. ❞
  • ❝ You know, I think I could begin to like you. ❞
  • ❝ Please, don’t forget me. Here, this is a memento of me. ♥ ❞
  • ❝ It’s a VERY important-looking item. It’s like…all shiny. Yeah. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t want it to be like this! ❞
  • ❝ The boy/girl in the mask is ___. ❞
  • ❝ Slowly but steadily, the people of ___ have been heading into the big city. ❞
  • ❝ I’m going to become so strong that not even ___ will stand a chance against me! ❞
  • ❝ Hey, you. Smile. Yeah. You have a really cute smile, you know that? ❞
  • ❝ Fights are all about rhythm! You know, like ❛ boom boom boo-boom boom, boom boom ❜ and stuff! ❞
  • ❝ That almost sounds like a person’s name. But it’s my personal robot now. ❞
  • ❝ Alright! Time to get outta these girl clothes! ❞
  • ❝ ___…come into my arms. You must be so exhausted. ❞

you’ll be king.

a zolu fanmix.

miracle cure - sea wolf || servants and kings - radical face || i’ll fight - wilco || deathbeds - bring me the horizon || we carry on - the phantoms || after the storm - mumford & sons || stay alive - jose gonzalez || king - lauren aquilina || dear fellow traveller - sea wolf || king and lionheart - of monsters and men || worth fighting for - taylor henderson

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men are opaque & bewildering creatures
who tend to leave me
stranded.
confused.
unlovely.

i am always the one who wants more.
the one who overflows
with dandelions half-strangled
in their own breathlessness.

but it is the women
who text me through the hardest nights.
who give me reasons to stay alive
across time zones and geography.
who remind me that i am already whole.
exactly as i am.


they have always been my greatest love stories.

—  a short history of my love life
Hayat 3 Oda 1 Salon mu? 🏡

Bugünü öteki günlerden ayıran bir şey vardı. Çünkü bahçe düzenlemeleri konusunda araştırma yaparken ve daha  çok botanikle ilgili sitelerde dolanırken nasıl oldu anlamadım yolum Tasha Tudor ismi ile kesişti. Karşıma çıkan fotoğraflar beni ekrana kilitledi adeta. Cevher bulmuş gibi şaşkınlıkla, hayranlıkla ve aşkla seyrettim. Belli ki zamanı şimdiydi ve ondan çıkıverdi karşıma. Araştırmayı derinleştirdikçe de illüstratör ve yazar olduğunu öğrendiğim Tasha Tudor’un yaşamı benim için bambaşka diyarlara bilet oldu.

1915 yılında doğan ve 2008 yılına kadar nezih bir hayat süren Tasha Tudor’un asıl adının Rosamund Tudor olduğunu ama Tolstoy’un Savaş ve Barış (War and Peace) romanındaki Natasha karakterine hayranlığı nedeniyle NaTasha adını aldığını bunun da zamanla Tasha olarak kısaldığını Wikipedia’dan öğrendim.

93 yıllık yaşamında 100 ün üzerinde çocuk kitabı resimlemiş. Tudor’un, kendi yazdığı ve resimlediği kitapları ise şunlar:

  • Pumpkin Moonshine (ilk masal kitabı; 1938)
  • A Tale for Easter
  • Snow before Christmas
  • Thistly B
  • The Dolls’ Christmas
  • Edgar Allan Crow
  • Amanda and the Bear
  • A is for Annabelle
  • 1 is One
  • A Time to Keep
  • Corgiville Fair
  • Tasha Tudor’s Seasons of Delight
  • The Great Corgiville Kidnapping
  • Corgiville Christmas (2003 yılında yayımlanan son kitabı)

    Bazı fotoğraflar var ki benimle konuşur. Söyledikleri tam da o sıralar ihtiyacım olan şeylerdir.O nedenle ne zaman umut gerekli olsa ya da tekdüzeliğin dışına çıkmak istesem Tasha Tudor’un alçakgönüllülük dolu bu fotoğraflarına bakmaya karar verdim. Etkisi büyük. Yalnız fotoğraflar mı? Alıntıladığım ve Türkçe çevirilerini de üç aşağı beş yukarı yazmaya çalıştığım Tudor’un sözleri de önümde açık duran ders kitapları gibi. Bakın bakalım sizce de öyle değil mi?

    Nasıl da kendi halinde ve kuş kalpli, nasıl da yaşadığı alanda varolan her eşyası kendinden izler taşıyor.

    “There is no peace that cannot be found in the present moment.”

    “Şimdiki anda bulunamayacak hiçbir huzur yoktur.”

    Bu fotoğraflarda yeryüzünün renkleri capcanlı geliyor gözüme, içim ferahlık doluyor. Adeta masal masal içinde bir bahçe

    “Life isn’t long enough to do all you could accomplish. And what a privilege even to be alive. In spite of all the pollutions and horrors, how beautiful this world is.”

    “Hayat başarabileceğimiz her şeyi yapacak kadar uzun değildir. Ama yaşıyor olmak bile büyük bir ayrıcalıktır. Bütün kirliliğine ve dehşetine rağmen, bu dünya ne kadar da güzel.”

    “Why do women want to dress like men when they’re fortunate enough to be women? Why lose femininity, which is one of our greatest charms? We get more accomplished by being charming than we would be flaunting around in pants and smoking. I’m very fond of men. I think they are wonderful creatures. I love them dearly. But I don’t want to look like one. When women gave up their long skirts, they made a grave error”

    “Neden kadınlar kadın olmak gibi bir ayrıcalıkları varken erkek gibi giyinmeyi tercih ediyorlar? Bizim en cazibeli yanlarımızdan biri olan kadınsılığı kaybetmek neden? Oysa kadınsı olduğumuzda pantolonlar ve sigarayla dolaşmaktan daha çekici oluruz. Ben erkeklere bayılıyorum. Onların harika yaratıklar olduğunu düşünüyorum. Onları yürekten seviyorum. Ama onlar gibi görünmek istemiyorum. Kadınlar uzun eteklerini bıraktıklarında büyük bir hata yaptılar”

    Porselen takımları, fincanlar, danteller, taze çiçekler, mutfak gereçleri, oyuncaklar her şeyin bir hikayesi ve yaşanmışlığı var tüm karelerde.

    “I enjoy doing housework, ironing, washing, cooking, dishwashing. Whenever I get one of those questionnaires and they ask what is your profession, I always put down housewife. It’s an admirable profession, why apologize for it. You aren’t stupid because you’re a housewife. When you’re stirring the jam you can read Shakespeare.”

    “Ütü yapmak,  yemek pişirmek, çamaşır ve bulaşık yıkamak gibi ev işlerini yapmaktan zevk alıyorum. Her ne zaman ne iş yaptığımı soran formlar doldursam oraya her zaman ev hanımı yazıyorum. Bu takdir edilmesi gereken bir meslektir, neden bunun   için özür dileyelim ki? Ev hanımı olduğunuz için aptal değilsiniz. Reçel karıştırırken Shakespeare okuyabilirsiniz.”

    Doğa iyi bir öğretmen olduğu kadar kesinlikle iyi bir şifacıydı da. Örneğin en tatsız günlerde bile gökyüzünü seyretmek, dalga seslerine kulak vermek, bir ağaçtan meyve koparıp yemek, bir kedinin ya da çoban köpeğinin başını okşamakla bile insanın gününe tat gelebilir. Belki de Tasha Tudor’un uzun ve sağlıklı ömrünün formülü budur.

    “When I’m working in the barn or house I often think of all the errors I’ve made in my life. But then I quickly put that behind me and think of water lilies. They will always eradicate unpleasant thoughts. Or goslings are equally comforting in their own way.”

    “Evde ya da ahırda çalışırken çoğu kez geçmişte yaptığım hataları düşünürüm. Fakat sonra çabucak bu düşünceleri  geriye atar ve nilüferlerimi düşünürüm. Onları düşünmek her zaman tatsız düşünceleri uzaklaştırır. Ya da kazlar, onlar da eşit derecede rahatlatıcıdırlar.”

    Köpeklerle, kuşlarla, kedilerle içiçe yaşayan Tudor, ihtiyaçlarını kendi çabalarıyla karşılamış. Suyunu taşımış, yününü eğermiş, örmüş, dikmiş, meyve-sebze yetiştirmiş, süt sağmış, yazmış, çizmiş, çocuklarını yetiştirmiş bir ömür.

    “Have you ever studied a snake’s face? How optimistic they look. They have an eternal smile.”

    “Hiç, bir yılanın yüzünü yakından incelediniz mi? Aslında nasıl da iyimser görünürler. Onlarda daimi bir gülümseme vardır.”

    Pamuk kadın bu fotoğrafta hüzünlendirmedi değil.. Bakışları, çabası incelikler diyarı.

    “I enjoy solitude. It’s probably selfish, but why bother about it. Life is much too important, as Oscar Wilde said, to be taken seriously. I feel so sorry for those mothers who are devastated by loneliness when their children fly the coop and don’t want to live at home anymore. They feel lost, but look what exciting things can be done.”

     “Yalnızlıktan keyif alıyorum.Bu muhtemelen bencilce, fakat buna neden üzülüyorsunuz.Oscar Wilde’ın da dediği gibi hayat ciddiye alınamayacak kadar önemlidir.Çocukları yuvadan uçtuğunda yalnızlıktan harap olan ve daha fazla evinde yaşamak istemeyen anneler için çok üzülüyorum.Onlar kendilerini kaybolmuş hissediyor ama heyecan verici neler neler yapılabileceğini bilseler.”

    “Supposing you only saw the stars once every year. Think what you would think. The wonder of it!

    “Yıldızları yılda sadece bir kez gördüğünüzü varsayın. Ne düşüneceğinizi bir düşünün. Onun şaşırtıcılığını bir düşünün”

    Ah çekiyor ve ‘kimselerin vakti yok durup ince şeyleri anlamaya’ diye mırıldanıyorum.

    En güzel makyajı, gülümsemesi..

    “Einstein said that time is like a river, it flows in bends.  If we could only step back around the turns, we could travel in either direction.  I’m sure it’s possible. When I die, I’m going right back to the 1830s. I’m not even afraid of dying. I think it must be quite exciting.”

    “Einstein zamanın bir nehir gibi olduğunu ve kıvrımlarda aktığını söyler. Eğer biz virajdan geri adım atabilirsek, her iki yönde de seyahat edebiliriz. Bunun mümkün olduğuna eminim. Öldüğümde, ben doğru 1830 lara geri gideceğim. Ölmekten korkmuyorum. Bence bu oldukça heyecan verici olmalı.”

    “Nowadays, people are so jeezled up. If they took some chamomile tea and spent more time rocking on the porch in the evening listening to the liquid song of the hermit thrush, they might enjoy life more.”

    “Günümüzde insanlar çok fazla şikayet ediyorlar.  Oysa akşamları papatya çaylarını alsalar ve verandada sallanan sandalyeye oturup  ardıç kuşunun akıcı şarkısını dinleyerek daha fazla zaman geçirseler, hayattan çok daha fazla zevk alabilirler.”

    İnceledikçe derin bir saygı duyduğum Tasha Tudor’un size de ilham vermesini dilerim. 🌿


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    A Love at Sea

    @savior-of-the-day

    Being a pirate was everything Captian Killian Jones had ever hoped it would be. He had the freedom to do whatever he pleased whenever he wanted. He had to listen to no one but himself and wake every morning to the sound of the sea outside the window of his cabin. Jones hadn’t a care in the world until the day he made a grave mistake. Unknowingly he had raided a ship that belonged to the Evil Queen. When she heard of his pillaging she met him at a tavern with an offer. He could either work for her as a pirate, doing whatever it was she commanded him, or he could become her new slave. Something about growing tired of her huntsman.  

    Killian argued and turned down both offers at first. But when the queen as used her magic to bring him straight to her bed chambers, he thought differently. While the Queen was attractive, he was no slave. He took the offer to secretly work for the Queen while unbeknownst to her, he would try to stop her any way that he could.

    He and his crew had been at sea for weeks on their way from the Evil Queen’s kingdom to Camelot. There was a sword that Regina has demanded. Killian was at the helm when one of his men shouted about another ship in the distance. Pulling out his spyglasses, Killian examined the ship. It was large and one of the most beautiful he had ever seen, aside from the Jolly Roger. Closer inspection revealed that it was neither a rival pirate or a merchant ship. And with the flags waving proudly from the mast, it meant one thing…a royal ship. Killian had to hide his excitement at the possibility of capturing a royal ship. He could already see the gold and jewels awaiting him.

    “Get ready men, we are going to raid ourselves a royal ship!” Killian shouted, followed by the cheer of his men. He changed course to follow the larger ship. It wouldn’t take long as the Jolly was the fastest ship in all the realms and capturing it would be easy. Killian Jones was the greatest pirate captain alive.

    I’m sorry, but where is this “Ward is the best SHIELD agent ever” or “Ward is second only to Romanoff” bullshit coming from?

    First of all, Ward is not a SHIELD agent. Never has been. So if you’re going to say he’s the best agent, say he’s the best HYDRA agent, because he has never been a part of SHIELD.

    Secondly, let me tell you how many times Romanoff has been mentioned in regards to Ward. Twice. First time in the Pilot, Coulson mentions that in espionage, he has the highest marks since Romanoff. The second time was when Garrett was talking about his cover, and said “I don’t even think Romanoff could pull that one.” Oh yes. Let’s take fucking GARRETT’S word for it that Ward is better at undercover than Romanoff. He’s certainly reliable.

    Yeah, Ward is one of the most skilled agents on the show, and in the MCU, but he is NOT the best. Espionage is literally just one thing. That is the only thing he did as well as Romanoff. Clearly in the other areas, he’s not up to her skill level. So yeah, not as good as Romanoff.

    You want to tell me that Ward is a better agent than Clint fucking Barton? Because that is some bullshit. He’s the greatest marksman alive, and is probably just about equal to Romanoff in fighting skill. He’s one of the greatest spies in the world. Barton and Romanoff are AVENGERS. You really think Ward is better than two Avengers? I don’t fucking think so.

    Next, I’m sorry guys, but May beat him in their fight. I’d say they were evenly matched, but that was also not the first time May has bested him. She took his bullets from his gun in Yes Men. She is proven to be smarter than him in a fight. Then she did beat him in the season 1 finale. Was it a close fight? It was close as shit. But the fact is, she won. May is a better agent than Ward in many ways, but beating him in the fight is where it was made clear.

    Coulson, while he may not be able to beat Ward in a fight, is brilliant and always has a plan. He was made director for a reason, Fury was his S.O. and clearly must have thought of him as one of the best. There is a reason Coulson is one of very few people that Fury trusts. Coulson climbed the ranks of SHIELD and has been put in charge of the Avengers on a few occasions. You don’t have to be the toughest to be one of the best.

    Let’s not forget, Steve Rogers was a SHIELD agent. Are you trying to tell me you think Ward is a better agent than Captain America? Yeah fucking right.

    Ward is not the most capable agent in the MCU. Stop kidding yourselves.

    I love Meryl Streep. She’s such an incredible actress. But I feel like she’s the only one in her age group who gets those parts. I’d like to see Jessica Lange in a movie again, you know? Or Susan Sarandon. Why isn’t Viola Davis a lead in a film? She’s one of the greatest actresses alive. And where are the Asian actors and actresses? I’m not saying, ‘We don’t want movies about men.’ I’m just saying, 'Come on, all the men I know love women. So let’s also have some stories about these women. Let’s write something for them, guys—and let’s make room for women writers, too.
    —  Jessica Chastain
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    You befriended one of the greatest warriors in history—perhaps the greatest warrior alive. Your father, and his men, all told me stories about Prince Rowan.

    Aedion stepped in front of Rowan, useless as it would be. They’d kill Rowan once he was dead, anyway. But at least he’d go down fighting, defending his brother

    for reigningreader (happy birthday) 

    I’m really, really supportive of women in Hollywood, I love Meryl Streep. She’s such an incredible actress. But I feel like she’s the only one in her age group who gets those parts. I’d like to see Jessica Lange in a movie again, you know? Or Susan Sarandon. Why isn’t Viola Davis a lead in a film? She’s one of the greatest actresses alive. And where are the Asian actors and actresses? I’m not saying, ‘We don’t want movies about men.’ I’m just saying, ‘Come on, all the men I know love women. So let’s also have some stories about these women. Let’s write something for them, guys – and let’s make room for women writers too.’
    —  Jessica Chastain for Glamour Magazine 
    In the Ramtop village where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away—until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.
    — 

    Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

    As far as I am concerned, Terry Pratchett will be alive for at least as long as I will: the influence that he has had on me will never fade. To one of the greatest authors and men that this world has known, rest in peace. 

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    I’m really, really supportive of women in Hollywood. I love Meryl Streep. She’s such an incredible actress. But I feel like she’s the only one in her age group who gets those parts. I’d like to see Jessica Lange in a movie again, you know? Or Susan Sarandon. Why isn’t Viola Davis a lead in a film? She’s one of the greatest actresses alive. And where are the Asian actors and actresses? I’m not saying, ‘We don’t want movies about men.’ I’m just saying, ‘Come on, all the men I know love women. So let’s also have some stories about these women. Let’s write something for them, guys—and let’s make room for women writers too.’
     – Jessica Chastain On supporting women in Hollywood