ones in a lifetime

anonymous asked:

Wait so Dark cursed Anti to live for one lifetime in Jack… but Dark has been with Mark his whole lifetime… and Jack is one year younger than Mark… so… did a one year old possessed baby force a spirit into the body of a new born half way across the planet? Holy crap Dark is stronger than we can comprehend

AHAH No. I mean, Yes, Dark is much stronger that you can comprehend but NO he did not force Anti in at infancy. Not that he COULDN’T. Just because Mark would be an infant, doesn’t mean he would be. 

No, Anti being in Jack is a recent development. Dark and Anti met when both Jack and Mark were at PAX together. Anti just happened to be harrassing Jack in particular at the time and had no intention to stay for very long (just till he got bored of scaring the bejeesus out of him). Somewhere during the convention, Anti disrespected Dark and generally acted like a little shit, and considering that Dark is all about his ego respecting those greater than you, he cursed him to be locked to Jack for the rest of Jacks lifetime. 

Dark thought it wouldn’t be his problem, but it turns out that the human he was bothering was a friend of his host….which unfortunately connects them and now he has to deal with Anti more than he would like.

tjikicew  asked:

5 sentence drabbles; Bane and Marinette?

“Oh not this again!” Marinette groaned as Chat grabbed her up and vaulted them both up onto the rooftops. “Isn’t one dragon enough for one lifetime?” 

“Oh you saw that?” Chat asked, looking at her curiously. 

“Oh… um… on TV, not it person cause that would be ridiculous with the whole me not being there thing… Did I ever mention how incredibly handsome you are?” 

Marinette watched as Chat preened at her compliment and fought back the desire to giggle and roll her eyes. 

(Remember- Bane is my Dragon ^_~ ) 

Baze repeating “I am one with the force and the force is with me” as Chirrut lay dying in his arms left me with tears in my eyes. You really could see how much they meant to one another. How much Baze needed Chirrut.

Jyn and Cassian grasping on to one another as they waited for death left me feeling as if I had been punched in the gut. Jyns smile just before the shockwave hit herself and Cassian showed that she was at peace. Jyn had acomplished her fathers dying wish. She was also not alone. Jyn herself said that no one has stuck around during her lifetime. And then, in her final moments, Cassian is with her, holding her tightly and providing comfort. The two began this journey together and finish it together.

I know I’m still young and I still got skies of days ahead of me but with you, I always feel like I’m running out of time. I’m very curious about you. I have this overwhelming desire to know you. I want to explore every crevice of your mind. Every time we’re together, time runs short because I want to talk to you about practically everything. I wanna see how you see the world. I want to know you, and then I want to know you better. I want to know you continuously, again and again, and again. I want to be there when you dance and when you sing. I want to hear all types of your laugh. I’m wanting a lot. But mostly, I want time to stop, because I’m afraid one lifetime might not be enough.
—  waferqueen
Boldly, he tries to redefine what’s happening inside our heads, claiming that the only people who care about his tax returns are “reporters.” Polls show this is patently false, but “false” is just four letters away from “true.” In response to the question, “You don’t think the American public is concerned about it?” he responds, “No I don’t think so. I won when I became president.” Let this sink in for a minute: By being voted president, he’s saying he won the right to ignore calls for transparency. His winning means he gets to determine what the country wants and thinks. The next president of the United States is putting Lifetime movie villains to shame, gaslighting not one woman but an entire country.
—  Trump’s first press conference as president is best described as an hour-long maelstrom of confusing claims, contradictions, and speaking in the third person. His glib catchphrases may be shiny and distracting, but they veil a much more disturbing trend of gaslighting. He makes us constantly question reality until we don’t know what’s real anymore
Take yourself and completely rise to the next level. Be kinder. Take on new challenges. Read new books. Gain more knowledge. Make a positive difference in someone’s life. It’s astounding, really, how many opportunities are open for improvement in one’s lifetime. Choose which ones you want to act on, and completely welcome them with open arms.

It’s official. I’ve lost hope. I’ve given up. It is what it is and what it is, is shit. I am furious with them. I have lost my respect for them, completely. 

But I haven’t lost respect for this fandom, nor for this ship.

Johnlock has existed before the BBC version and it will continue to exist after it has finished. And this fandom has created families. It has sparked a creativity beyond belief. It has saved lives and I am so glad that I was a part of that. I will continue to be a part of that. Johnlock will always be in my heart and one day, in our lifetimes, will come the day when the shackles of heteronormativity and queerbaiting will be cast aside. 

One day it will happen. One day Sherlock Holmes will belong in his time, with a heart that is free to love. And one day, John Watson will love him back as he deserves.  

Suck it, ya filthy, fake Redcoat!

LTL, FTP and all that Jazz. Compared to some of the stories here mine is fairly tame, but considering my age at the time, the effort I had put into the whole affair and the resulting payoff, I would consider this pro enough to fit in here.

I’ve lived in Germany almost my entire life, yet through a twist of fate, I grew up learning the English language as a native speaker, since my father emigrated to Germany from the USA. As such, I’ve always had an American accent when speaking English and I’ve never met anyone who thought they felt the need to complain about it. Every time a teacher asked why I spoke English so well I replied that I am a US National by birth because my Father is from the US. All my teachers seemed quite impressed, except this one Hag, half a lifetime ago… If there ever was an award for creepy Anglophilia, she’d be neck deep in honors and certificates. Instead of encouraging me to speak more so that the other students could learn proper pronunciation from an actual native speaker, like many other English teachers at my school back then did, this woman thought it necessary to berate me for “speaking in such a horrible and filthy manner” and “cure [me] of that insufferable atrocity of an accent.” Mind you, these were actual quotes from this woman. My dad was no help at all. He was fairly ignorant about me being bullied by one of my own teachers, and even went so far as to yell at me to “suck it up and respect my elders”. So, yeah, I stuck it up. It didn’t help that I also wrote in American English (you know, color instead of color, tire instead of tyre, cookie instead of biscuit, that sort of thing) and the Hag had the audacity to write these “mistakes” up as double errors, meaning I got twice points deducted for spelling errors that weren’t even actual errors! I was so fed up with this woman and it wasn’t even two months into the school year.

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