or keep me locked up

okay so i was having thoughts this morning about how i believe that obi-wan was probably t h e best master for anakin under the circumstances (and a few others) and how as much as i hate predestination, if you accept anakin as (one of?) the chosen one(s), then he is fated to bring about the fall of the Jedi - cos you can’t have balance when the lightside outnumbers the darkside by as much as it does. and i started thinking about how what if the universes where obi-wan is his master greatly delays him fucking off to the darkside and bringing about the end of the Order? well, he was all of 23 when that happened, which means in other universes, where obi-wan is not his master, he probably abandons the order much younger than that.

okay, so - an au where.

an au where qui-gon lives. despite reasons why it probably wouldn’t happen, he becomes anakin’s master, obi-wan fucks off to do Knight Things and Grow As His Own Person. anakin has his canonical crisis of faith and great realization that being a jedi is difficult and not actually all that he thought it was going to be. he fucks off from the order - say around the age of fifteen?

qui-gon, despite everything, goes off to hunt him. despite this “betrayal”. after all, anakin is the chosen one, right? so he even goes so far as to call in obi-wan to help him find anakin. meanwhile, anakin is employing every last trick in the book to remain out of reach. he won’t go back - he won’t. he can do more good out there in the galaxy, instead of tied down by the (hostile, tbh) jedi order.

it just so happens that obi-wan finds him. rather than try to arrest him or anything (leaving the order is not a ‘take into custody’ offense, as obi-wan well knows) and actually talks to anakin about the reasons why he’s fucked off. he finds the reasons understandable. besides, becoming a jedi is not being conscripted. anakin has the right to leave if he feels like it. obi-wan tells him that it’s fucking dangerous for a half-trained force sensitive out there in the wild galaxy, but when anakin doesn’t change his mind (because he’s hella stubborn tbh) obi-wan is just like “welp” and lets him go. he tells qui-gon he never found anakin, but that it’s really unreasonable to hunt the kid down for fucking off. it’s another thing that qui-gon and obi-wan don’t see eye-to-eye with.

so that’s that, right? they’ll never see the chosen one again.

but wait, there’s more. So of course the Sith find anakin. he must bring balance to the force. Dooku and Sidious play bad cop/good cop until anakin is firmly under Sidious’ thumb. (presumably, Qui-gon would have found nine hundred different ways to keep anakin away from palpatine, who might even have been the one to plant the idea of running off into anakin’s head on the few times when he was allowed to speak with the kid). anakin goes corrupt, as you do when siths are fucking with your head, and the story proceeds.

here it is, the fall of the jedi order, and order 66.

ymmv what happens to qui-gon. does he live through even this? or is he shot down protecting obi-wan? in either case, obi-wan survives as he tends to, trying to regroup with the rest of the surviving Jedi. of course, you have this wretched sith lord, Darth Vader, hunting them all down. his skill with a blade is unparalleled. no jedi who has faced him has survived.

when he finds them, obi-wan stays back, sacrificing himself to save the others. and yet, to his surprise, darth vader does not kill him. darth vader himself does not understand entirely why, only that once when he was very young, a jedi heard him out and let him go.

he does not let obi-wan go, but neither does his blade fall.

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Originally posted by bellamygifs

“When *yn* wakes she finds herself amongst people she never expected to ever see again. Her and Bellamy are reunited and she is forced to face her father for the first time in almost two years and tensions between them are quick to rise.” 

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, some angst 

Notes: Based on 2x02 ‘Inclement Weather’ of The 100.

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“How long are you going to keep me locked up in here?” 

“As long as it takes for me to figure out what to do with you.” Kane replied nonchalantly as he made his way into the makeshift cell he had thrown Bellamy into. 

“Those are my people out there. You can’t just expect me to sit here and-” 

“I don’t expect you to do anything. Your time of acting like your a leader and a warrior is over.” Kane retorted as he grabbed a crate and dragged it over to Bellamy.

“Sit.” He ordered. Bellamy glared at him defiantly but said nothing as he took a seat on the upturned crate, watching as Kane grabbed another crate to take a seat a few metres from him.

“I need you to tell me everything you can about the grounders, and my daughter.”

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There’s something mysterious about you.
Something about your gentle fingertips and perceptive eyes,
calming words that are still always digging deeper.
Talking to you is easy,
too easy- and I’m shocked by how much
you manage to pry out of my heart.
Sitting in your car holding a cup of hot chocolate
on a Friday afternoon doesn’t seem like a place I’d spill my soul,
but somehow you guided me from topic to topic
until I was doing just that- and not even realizing it.
How does that work?
How can I, the most closed-book kind of person I know,
be manipulated so easily- and so willingly-
into handing over the key to parts of me
I wanted to keep locked up forever?
I can’t even say I’m upset about it, and there’s the other thing:
you make talking feel good.
You make talking feel normal and natural and
like something I should do all the time.
So at the end of the day when I think back and remember
all the secrets I unwittingly told you,
I’m not angry or horrified or even scared.
I just wonder about those mysterious powers of yours,
pulling me in and opening me up,
and about the next time we talk-
and if I even want to try keep things hidden anymore.
—  open // c.r.h.

Day 47


Thank you everyone that participated in keeping me locked up. Tomorrow is the big day. Since people have pretty much stopped adding time i think its safe to say that i’ll have this thing off when I wake tomorrow.

Well, a few things that learned is that:

1. Shaving sux, lol.

2. Sleeping in the cage was difficult at first but after the first week things kinda worked out.

3. Using the toilet while sitting is ALWAYS a constant reminder BUT the worst is when I needed to stop at a public restroom. Always care TP in the car. 

There are others but not going to get into it now. So, the main worry now is that the whole time I have been swimming and the lock looks to be a bit corroded. It should unlock just fine. 

Thanks again.

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//found this while i was screenshotting the Mad Hatter bits from Arkham Knight.

Parts of this are his actual dialogue during the fight that comes right after this.

I am most pleased with the attention to detail.  Also, my feels hurt.

It reads:

Welcome to my wonderland,
I hope you’re having fun!

I’m here to make you understand
the lives you have undone.

So join me on a journey, a trip
down memory lane, where you
strapped me to a gurney and
declared me quite insane.

     Did you think I had forgotten?
     No, I owe you quite a debt.
     And this adventure’s just begun,
     I’m far from finished yet.

     You know, we’re not that different,
     Bat, you’re broken just like me.
     So what gives you the right to keep
     me under lock and key?

     What happens to those horrors
     you lock up in Arkham’s walls,
     the murderers, the psychopaths,
     who listens to their calls?

anonymous asked:

(*) I came out to my mom yesterday about being a lesbian and she just said I was confused and that my friends influenced me. I'm 17 years old and will be turning 18 in a couple of months. I know that my want can vary from time to time but I do know I'd prefer to date women than men. What I just want to know is how do I deal with this? My mom's ignoring me and it she doesn't want to see me around my friends and basically keeping me locked up.

ah im not sure if u meant this to be on anon bc of the * but i hope this is okay for me to reply to anyways

but im really sorry :/ that really sucks and i wish she had reacted better to that

im not sure how to deal with that bc i havent come out really so i havent been in that situation but is there anyway for u to get in contact with your friends or has she cut all contact with them? (like i know youd have to sneak around anyway but just did she cut everything off?)

-mod Casper


“You’ve seen the aliens too?” Kit asked eagerly. He must have been thrilled to hear that someone not just believed him but witnessed the same thing as him. Probably reassured Kit that he wasn’t truly going crazy.

“Yeah” you nodded “tried to tell people but they just locked me up in the crazy house. They keep saying I’m imagining things but I know I’m not”.

Kit frowned. All of a sudden he took your hand in his.
“[Y/N] we’re gonna get outta here. Alright”.

You smiled at him. Maybe with Kit here things wouldn’t be half bad.

It is very possible for you to be feeling the weight of despair today – you advocate for consent-based intimacy. The incoming president has made a mockery and joke of this, and my gut tells me you have a rage that you keep locked up very tightly….I don’t want you scared.  Not for yourself, not for others, not for your truth.  I promise I appreciate ever bit of every version of you.  
     If I am misunderstanding you, then I have made assumptions and apologize, but I’ve learned that I need to risk overreacting for those who are most important. I want you to feel understood and appreciated everyday, but even more so today…. I guess what I am trying to say is you can matter as much as you want in any way that you want.  Thank you for all you are and do.
—  a friend of mine
My Brave Knight; My Princess

Fandom: Soul Eater 
Pairing: TsuLiz 

Birthday gift for @hermionesqueen who deserves only good things! Hope you have a great day and hope you enjoy this! 

“You can’t keep me locked up here forever,” Liz said, wriggling her arms in her bonds.

“I can very well try!” the sorcerer sneered, leaning down to meet her eye-to-eye. “Just a few more days, yes, and you’ll be the perfect ingredient for my brew!”

Battle sounds echoed throughout the tower and the sorcerer turned, distracted. “What is that?”

Liz grinned. “I told you, you can’t keep me here forever.”

“A prince, coming to rescue you, is it?” the sorcerer snapped, scowling. “I’ll go deal with this myself! Say goodbye to your special one!”

They strode from the room, rolling up comically oversized sleeves, and Liz continued to struggle.

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Can we be a team

“You cannot continue to keep me locked up like this!” Rowena winced in pain, as she was pushed into the room. This was not supposed to have been how things were supposed to have gone. Lucifer should have been caged, she should have had her freedom. But now the opposite had happened. Not only had she been caught, she’d just been subjected to hell beyond her own imagination. Being held prisoner, and locked in a room with no way out . “You cannot do this to me!” She exclaimed rushing to the door. “I-” She sighed…It was usless, no one was listening.
</p> Taking a deep breath, she looked around the room. How was she going to get out of this? She feared if she didn’t, Lucifer would kill her within time. But there literally was no way to escape. Nervously she glanced around the room, noting the stench of blood immediately. Someone was killed there. Possibly just before her. Nervously, she moved to the center of the room. What could she do? Her son certainly would not come for her. No mortal could help.
</p> She was desperate, when it came to her. But would he help her? They certainly did not have the best track record, but it could only be worth a try. Nervously she looked for something sharp. After finding a chain, she winced as she pricked her finger. Then after checking to be sure no one was listening, she quickly said the incantation, and began writing on the nearby wall. “Castiel-Trapped in hell. Taken Prisoner by Lucifer. Please help- Rowena” @fallnangelstandingby


You winked at the squad over Ricks shoulder, earning yourself a smile from George and a wave from Harley. While he spoke you made Chato smirk with funny faces, even Waylon growled a little at you, winking back.

“Who’s that?” Floyd asked, pointing at you. Rick turned to you, his eyebrow raised. You froze, blushing.

“This is y/n, my second in command and the only one who’s keeping me from locking you all up and throwing away the key.” They all looked to see you.

“Seriously? But they’re cute, and you’re not.” Floyd laughed. Rick rolled his eyes, continuing with his lecture. The Squad payed more attention to you than him, all taking a liking to you.


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I’m tired of listening to you. Both of you. You keep me locked up, telling me you know what’s best but both of you were powerless against the spirit attack. I think it’s time I had a new teacher. Unalaq has proven he’s the only one who knows what I need to learn. I have to go with him.

Unwanted (Part 2)

Summary: The reader is kidnapped by Hydra and finds out that she is Tony Stark’s daughter. She is taken under the wing of the Avengers with Bucky and Steve acting as her protectors. The reader discovers the truth about her family while trying to grieve over the death of her mother, who died during the events in Sokovia. Will she be able to forgive the people responsible for her mother’s death? Will she survive the danger that has fallowed her all her life?

Bucky X Reader X Steve

Words: 1559

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Originally posted by moan-s

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Beautiful Crime

I have something terrible to confess:
I have fallen in love with madness.
His insanity has driven me over the edge,
He’s broken through my walls in ruthless sacrilege.

I have something else to admit:
I have become his willing accomplice.
We wage wars, spill blood, make everything fall,
We are partners, psychopaths, nothing but trouble.

I may be sentenced guilty as charged,
I may be hanged or kept behind bars.
But if loving him is a crime,
Please keep me locked up for all time.

—The Girl Who Writes In Ink

Hello everyone. 
A bit of an intro to start off. I’m a 21 year old transgender girl, I kinda always knew throughout my entire life that something wasn’t right… I’d always had a burning desire to be a girl, truly and completely, I even used to do weird little rituals that for some reason 8 year old me thought would transform me into one. It wasn’t until I learned of what transgender was, at about 12 years old, that I had a word to put to those feelings. For 8 more years I struggled… Wishing desperately to have the strength to finally come out and be true to myself… However the fear of rejection crippled me… I would dress femininely in private but it still never felt right… It felt like there was a little boy and a little girl inside of me, and that the little boy was keeping to girl locked up in a cage never letting her out and never nurturing her. After I found all this online information 9 and a half years ago, the little girl started fighting back. But what could she do? She was locked away in a cage and imprisoned by this little boy who was so desperate to keep her there. 
    About 7 years later she managed to get out of the cage. But she was still stuck. The little boy would fight to the death to keep her locked away… And this fighting inside of me only got worse in the coming months… I got so bad emotionally that all of my friends and even my girlfriend abandoned me. I was all alone in the time I needed support most… So I reached out to the suicide hotline because I didn’t want to live anymore. The lady one the other end of the phone was very kind and seemed genuinely interested in me and what I was feeling. I started calling that hotline on a regular basis so that I had someone to talk to about this internal conflict that was only getting worse. But after a few days they helped me enough that, while still depressed, I was no longer suicidal, and so they referred me to my local Pride center for support and someone to talk to. I talk with a nice man who’s name escapes me, he helped me to understand and made me feel like I had a chance at happiness… Then tragedy struck… My best friend and girlfriend, and the time, cheated on me with another girl, lied about it, and left me to cry alone… I became so numb that all of this process I had just made was almost completely thrown away… I was desperate for some kind of stability so I started dating an old friend of mine who had wanted to date me for quite some time. Her and I were together for about 2-3 months before the numbness started to fade… She broke up with me, I started reaching out to other gay, queer, and trans people. 
    Then, I met Michelle, she was a wonderful person, she had already dealt with everything I was going through, she gave me strength and on Jan 14 2015, I handed that little girl I mentioned a gun… Finally she was free! Finally finally finally!!! And I rejoiced for a while that I was finally moving forward, however, in time I came to realize that the little girl was unable to repair all the damage the little boy had cause, and there were many remnants of him… These remnants would throw her into flashbacks of the pain and torture that she had endured… 
    It was crippling, I couldn’t work, I couldn’t have fun, I couldn’t do much of anything… Most of those remnants are gone now… But one still remains and it’s the worst of them all… Every time I go to the bathroom or change my clothes I am met with extremely crippling dysphoria… I’m always on my phone when I go to the bathroom now to keep myself going so that I can manage. I have a job but it’s only part time and I don’t make enough to afford barely anything outside of bills, I can’t bring myself to look for better work and I feel like I’m just kind of stagnant. This is why I need GCS (Gender Conformation Surgery), aka, SRS. Once I break that barrier and no longer have this disgusting thing between my legs, I will finally be able to move on and progress on my own. 
    Please help me in this! 
    I’ve realized that I can’t do it alone… Which is why I am reaching out for help. Anything and everything will help and is greatly appreciated. Even just $1 or like $0.50 will help, but if you absolutely can’t afford it I understand and would appreciate help in spreading this around. I thank you for your time reading this and please have a wonderful day. 

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“You know what I love about writing?”


“When people read my writing it’s like they’re seeing a part of me that I keep locked up in a jail. Then I see their reaction towards my vulnerability and I know wether they’re in love or someone broke their heart this last week just by looking into their eyes or what they say. You know so much yet at the same time you know so little”

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write // Why I love writing

You were piling clothes into your suitcase when he appeared in the doorway.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You froze in your packing and glanced up at him. “I won’t be gone long hopefully.”

“You seriously think I’m going to let you go do this alone?” Dean asked, incredulous.

You stared at him. “It’s my problem, Dean.”

It was like you had just flipped a switch. “No! It’s not your problem! It’s our problem. This is what being together means! It means we’re together on everything. And if you want to keep me from going with you’re going to have to lock me up in the dungeon. And good luck with that.” He set his jaw and his green eyes were piercing right through you.

You stood at a loss for a moment, the air thick with tension, a little flabbergasted at the forcefulness of his response, but really, you were relieved. Dean by your side would make things much easier.