otp: you could have saved her

It has been a year since Barn Mates had aired in the U.S.(sadly I live in Asia, but still gonna celebrate this official date)

I remember when snippets of the episode were leaked months before airing and there was a heck ton of theories about them(Lapis and Peridot).

It has become my third favourite episode next to Mr. Greg and Giant Woman, but why?
Because this is the first time Lapis and Peridot had actually interacted so much on screen, this is the first time I saw Peridot say such significant things like:
“This place, doesn’t exactly feel like home yet. You’re alone, no one could possibly know what that feels like! Oh wait, I do! “ 
and “ We’re the same, except! you don’t have to be alone..”. (this is actually my fave Peri-quote)
It was glorious, though kinda sad since Lapis decided to break Peridot’s precious tape recorder and tell her to leave, but Lapis in the end listens to Steven and give Peridot a chance hence she saves both of them from the Roaming Eye.

also if you’re curious:

Do you think Supergirl visited Lena after 2x18 to thank her for saving her life but also to apologize and say she would have understood if Lena had chosen to save Jack instead and that she wouldn’t have blamed her and that she’s so sorry Lena’s in so much pain right now because she chose to save Supergirl over someone who obviously meant so much to her and-

And Lena has to cut her off because she just saw Kara an hour ago and here she is again, apologizing for being alive and thinking that Lena would have preferred to save Jack and only saved her because she’s a superhero and Lena is just so shocked and angry that she screams “Kara, how could you even think that I wouldn’t have chosen you?“


All my favorite fanfictions20 Questions by  ShanghaiLily

Just after New Year’s day in 1980, Jackie Burkhart decides to disappear from the basement to save her sanity. When Xmas rolls around and the Formans beg Jackie to attend their party, she ends up involved in an elaborate game of 20 Questions with Hyde that could change both of their lives.

Gone And Back Again (Rucas) Chapter 2

Quick A/N: I would like to thank everyone for their support for this new series. I would especially like to thank @sand1128 for her love and support (and for always giving very helpful feedback while I’m editing). I would also like to thank @shebe67, she is a very talented writer and her work  has given me some great writing inspiration.

Riley and Lucas haven’t seen each other at all in over a year, but will a few old feelings come to the surface when Lucas finds his way back into Riley’s life?

Chapters: 1 2

         Lucas hadn’t even noticed Riley’s presence until he heard her give her name to the receptionist. Sitting a seat away from the corner, he tried to keep his head down in an effort not to scare her off. But when she turned around and saw him, a small part of him was relieved. The girl standing with Riley nudged her when she caught sight of him, before walking off. Riley took her eyes off of the stack of paperwork in her arms and looked straight at him.

        “Lucas? What are you doing here?” Riley demanded, clutching the papers so tightly he could see her knuckles turn white.

       “It’s my aunt Theresa, she got in a car wreck while she was visiting my mom,” Lucas explained, sitting up a bit straighter than before. “What about you? They don’t usually had a mountain of paperwork to visitors.” Riley took a seat on the opposite side of the corner from him as he spoke.

       “It’s my ankle,” Riley started, fidgeting with the pen in her hand, “You know, from when I fell last night,” Riley told him, rolling up the leg of her jeans a bit so that he could see the bruises. He felt absolutely awful about this, and he figured that the least he could do was offer to pay for her medical bill. After all, he did have the money.

       “Look, Riles-” Lucas started to speak, but he saw the anger flash in Riley’s eyes and stopped.

       “Don’t you dare call me that Lucas. You lost that privilege a long time ago,” Riley interrupted.

      “Look Riley, I can’t help but feel like this was all my fault. If I hadn’t said anything to you, you might not have gone running out like that. So, please let me pay your medical bill.” Lucas had always sucked at giving apologies, except when it came to Riley.

     “You certainly do have the money for that now, don’t you?” She retorted angrily, almost as to say that she didn’t want any help if it came from him.

     “What’s that supposed to mean?” Lucas asked, starting to get defensive. Riley had struck a nerve, going after his career- something she had always supported- and somehow managed to insult him with it.

     “I heard your song about me,” she mumbled in response, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn’t even look him in the eye.

     “What Ri-” He caught himself before using his nickname for her, not wanting to make her even more angry than she already was. “What did you say?”

    “I said I heard the damn song Lucas,” she said plainly, though her voice was as sharp as a knife. “Why did you write that, huh? Was it all just some big publicity stunt?”

    “I wrote it because it’s all true, Riley!” His voice rose loud enough to gain attention from the other people in the room. “I wrote it because it means something to me.”

    Riley fell silent for nearly a minute before she spoke. “So do you really…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence. And she had good reason not to.

    “Do I what Riley? Do I have a problem? Do I keep resorting to alcohol as an escape from my own shitty life? Because if that’s what you’re asking, then the answer is yes.” He cut her off, and with every word he said, he could hear his tone becoming more harsh. He hadn’t meant to get angry, in fact, he’d always hated to be angry with Riley.

    “Your shitty life, Lucas? You’re living out your dream, you have an amazing career, and you don’t live in the same apartment building as four registered sex offenders and two convicted murderers that are out on parole. So yeah, your life sucks doesn’t it?”

    “You have no idea what I’m going through, Riley. You have no idea what it’s like to see a bottle of liquor as your only way to cope with anything.” Lucas couldn’t even look her in the eye. He couldn’t believe that in just a few short moments of the first conversation he’d had with her in a year, he told her that. It’s not like she didn’t know. After all, she did hear the song.

    “Lucas, I just need to know one thing, are you okay?” The anger that seemed to be controlling her had disappeared in a matter of seconds. Tears pooled in her eyes, and he hated himself for that, but once he started, he didn’t know how to stop.

    “I’m getting better, if that’s what you want to hear.” He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. “You’re starting to sound exactly like my mother, Riley.”

    “I just wanted to make sure you’re-”

    “You want to know something Riley?” He asked, anger still burning in his eyes. He continued to look up at the ceiling.

    “Actually I’m not sure that I do,” she responded, her voice making it evident at she was about to cry.

    Ignoring Riley’s words, Lucas proceeded with what he wanted to say. “You know, I was going to propose to you that night.”

    “You what?” Riley asked in disbelief.  His words were enough to make the tears in her eyes begin to fall. He instantly felt horrible for what he said.

    “Riley I’m so sorry,” he began to apologize as he moved to get closer to her. Riley’s hand lay limply in her lap. He started to reach for it, but Riley jerked it away.

    “Don’t touch me.” She hissed. Lucas had never seen Riley so angry, well, except for the night she stormed out of that hotel room. But, as Riley always did, she quickly made herself seem calm and collected. “Can you just let me fill out these forms, please? I came here to get my ankle checked out, not to argue with you.” Her voice was surprisingly steady, it was almost like she hadn’t just snapped at him, but Lucas knew her well enough to know that it was all just an act.

    “Okay, whatever you want,” he sighed. He hated that he couldn’t say anything more. She was sitting right in front of him, but he couldn’t force himself to utter a single word. He counted the minutes until Riley got up to hand the forms to the receptionist. When she came back to her seat, she had a question for him.

     She took a deep breath and then started to speak, “Why did you write that song? Was it for me, or to make you feel better? I just want to know why you wrote it.”

    “I already told you, I wrote it because you mean something to me,” he replied, leaning forward a bit in his chair. All he wanted was to be close to her, but he knew that if he tried, she’d just snap at him again, and that wouldn’t get him anywhere.

    “That’s not what you said earlier. You said you wrote it because it  meant something to you,” she corrected him with just a hint of suspicion in her voice, “but you didn’t answer my question.”

    “I wrote it for you, and a little bit for myself I guess. It sure did feel good knowing that you might hear it though, and it’s not like I had any other way to talk to you.” He wanted to say more, to tell her that he wrote it because he missed her so much that he couldn’t stand it another second. He wanted her to know that she meant the world to him, but he couldn’t get the words out.   

    A nurse appeared in the hallway with a clipboard in her hand. “Riley Matthews?” She called out into the room.

    “Lucas, I have to go,” Riley said, rising up from her chair slowly, still a slight harshness in her tone.

    “I’m not letting you walk out of my life again,” Lucas declared to Riley as her stood up to be on the same level as her. That was all it took to break her. She’d always been more fragile than a china doll, and that definitely showed. A single, solitary tear slid down her cheek and it seemed to extinguish any fire that remained in her eyes.  He reached for her hand again without even thinking, but this time, she let him take it.

    “Riley Matthews?” The nurse called out again. Riley looked up at him sadly, her lip beginning to tremble.

    “I’ll be right here when you’re done,” Lucas promised. “I’ll wait for you, I don’t care how long it takes.” Riley nodded in response as another tear fell. She turned, and Lucas released the loose grip he had on Riley’s hand and allowed it to slip out of his own. Riley walked toward the nurse with a quite noticeable limp, and eventually walked out of his sight.

As he waited for her, Lucas spent his time thinking about all the things he needed to tell her. He knew that there was no way to make up for the year that they had lost, but if he could somehow make things right, he thought that maybe, just maybe, that would be enough. Fifteen minutes quickly turned into thirty, and thirty minutes quickly turned into an hour, just as an hour would later turn into two. But, just as he was thinking about how to give her the explanation that he never got to give, he heard someone coming down the hallway. When he looked up, his gaze instantly fell on Riley, trying her  best to hobble around on crutches.

    “So, what did the doctor say?” Lucas asked, fighting the urge to stand and wrap his arms around her and never let go.

    “It’s broken. I’m on crutches for six weeks and then we’ll see where it goes from there,” Riley answered, leaning on her left crutch. “I, uh, I can’t believe you waited for me. That was really sweet.”

    “How would you feel about maybe, I don’t know, getting together sometime to talk?” Lucas couldn’t believe he’d asked her that. How could he be so stupid?

    “I’d like that very much, Lucas,” Riley responded sweetly as she leaned her crutches up against a chair. She smiled a genuine smile- something Lucas hadn’t seen from her in what felt like a lifetime. Her smile was brighter than all of the city lights of New York combined, and Lucas couldn’t help but be blinded by it. “You still have the same phone number, right?” It took Lucas a second to answer. At first, the question didn’t even register in his mind. He was so distracted by Riley that he couldn’t en think straight. “Lucas?”

    That finally snapped him out of his thoughts. “Yeah, same one,” he eventually replied. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, he couldn’t believe that after all this time, she’d found her  way back to him.

    “I’ll give you a call,” she replied, looking up from her phone. She stared at him for a second, like she wanted to say more but couldn’t find the right words.

    “Do you need me to drive you home? You really shouldn’t drive with your foot like that,” Lucas offered.

    “No, I’m fine. My roommate drove me. She’s waiting out in the car for me right now.” Riley explained.

    “Well then, I guess this is it,” Lucas stood so that he was even with her. He put one hand on her shoulder, and to his surprise, she didn’t pull away. All he wanted was to kiss her, but he knew that he would blow everything if he did that.

    Not moving from their position, Riley asked, “So where do you want to meet?” Her eyes still sparkled around him, just like they always had. Lucas couldn’t help but think about how he’d ruined everything, about how her eyes would have sparkled so much more if he hadn’t been so stupid that night.

    “We could go to that deli down by the flower shop if that’s alright with you,” Lucas suggested.

    “It’s a date,” Riley smiled, before catching herself, “I mean, uh- I’ll see you there.” Riley stuttered, her whole face turning red.

    “Tomorrow at noon?” Lucas laughed nervously, even though he wished it were a date, he could never let her know.

    “Yeah, sure.” Riley pulled the strap of her purse farther up on her shoulder. She gave him a pleasant smile and seemingly without thinking, wrapped her arms around him. It surprised him at first, but he tried his best not to let it show. Instead Riley was the one who pulled away almost as quickly as she leaned in. “Old habits die hard I guess,” Riley chuckled nervously.

    “I guess.” They both just stood there in silence for a moment, a thousand unsaid thoughts traveling between them.

    “I should go,” Riley voiced, gesturing to the door. She picked up her crutches and started to “walk”.  Lucas simply nodded as he watched her hobble her way toward the door. She waved to him with that adorable half smile plastered on her face before closing the door behind her, yet another thing she’d done when they were together.

    A few hours later, Lucas got a call from his mother. She said that his aunt was fine, just a concussion and a few broken ribs, but nothing worse. He was relieved, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Riley. He could already tell that it was going to be a long day. His phone started to ring as soon as he got in his pickup truck.

    “Hello?” He answered as he put his keys in the ignition. As soon as he picked up the phone, he realized that he shouldn’t have.

    “Lucas, where have you been? They need you in the studio in two days and you haven’t been taking any of my calls!” His manager demanded.

    “I’ve been dealing with some stuff, okay? Look, I’ll fly out of New York tomorrow night, and I’ll be in Nashville Monday morning.” Lucas couldn’t help but roll his  eyes. Sure, it was partly his fault for not taking any calls, and sure he did forget when he was supposed to start recording, but seriously? It would cost a fortune to  buy a plane ticket it the last minute!

    “You’d better, the label is really starting to get sick of your crap, Lucas,” His agent warned.

    “Look Aaron, I said I’d be there and I will,” Lucas assured him. He leaned his head on the steering wheel, starting to get annoyed.

    “Okay, I’ll meet you at the airport Monday, you just let me know what time your flight gets in.”

    “Don’t let me down here, Lucas,” Aaron sighed into the phone. There was a car behind Lucas, clearly getting impatient to get into his parking space.

    “I won’t. I’ll see you there Monday.” Lucas hung up the phone. The phone call had absolutely sucked the life out of him. Sure, his manager was looking out for him, but could he be more irritating about it? The car waiting on Lucas’ parking spot honked again. Lucas rolled his eyes and put his truck in gear. He pulled out slowly, making sure that he wasn’t too close to the car. He navigated through the parking lot before finally finding the exit and getting out onto the street.

    Even though Lucas had called New York home for the last ten years of his life, he was always excited to leave. There was always something he didn’t like about it, even when you weren’t right in New York City, it was still crowded, and there were hardly any actual houses, just apartment buildings and businesses everywhere. He missed places where a sidewalk wasn’t necessary and where there was green grass growing instead of concrete. Pappy Joe’s ranch came to his mind often. He would never admit it, but even after ten years of being away from it, he still got homesick for Texas sometimes. It was always more of a thought in the back of his mind than anything else.

    Riley’s picture was still on his dashboard, and on occasion he would take a look at it, even though he knew it would hurt. She changed her number not even a week after they broke up, and by the time he could get home, she’d already moved out of her dorm room. He had no way of reaching her, and it killed him every day. Every day until she changed her number, he left at least a dozen voicemails on her phone. Her voicemail box was full after three days.

    The picture slid off the dashboard and into his lap when he stopped. He looked at it for a second and realized that he forgot to get her phone number. He mentally cursed himself for being so stupid as he picked up the picture and gently tossed it back to its place. Their last few seconds together in the waiting room replayed in his mind. He had no idea why she hugged him. It didn’t seem to mean much to Riley, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

    One of his songs started to play on the  radio, and Lucas quickly changed the station. The sound of his voice repulsed him all of a sudden. He just couldn’t get over what Riley had said about his career. It seemed to him like she hated him for it. He couldn’t imagine why- she had always been so supportive of his dreams. She even went with him to the studio when he recorded for the first time. Not that any of that mattered anymore.

    He kept driving. All he wanted to do was get home and pour himself a strong glass of bourbon, and that was exactly what he planned on doing. It took a while to drive all the way into the city, and that gave Lucas a lot of time to think. He still couldn’t believe that he had asked Riley to lunch, and he also couldn’t believe that she had agreed to go. After all, wasn’t it her that stormed out of his life, and not the other way around?

    A pang of sadness hit him as he passed the Mathews’ building. Even though the six of them were scattered across the country now and no one had seen or heard from Maya since she turned eighteen, dropped out of high school and move away to live on her own, he could still picture them sitting on the front steps of the building. He smiled to himself sadly. A part of him missed how simple everything was in those days, like their sophomore year- when all they had to worry about was getting their driver’s licenses.

    His mother’s apartment was in a building only about a block away from the Matthews’, and that made it really hard to avoid them. Cory was the one he was the most concerned about running into. The way Cory was, Lucas was afraid of what he might do if they saw each other. But Lucas hadn’t seen any member of the Matthews family -except for Riley- at all during his stay in New York. He pulled into the back parking lot of his mother’s apartment building without seeing her car. That was a relief to him because that meant his mother wouldn’t be home to nag him about drinking.

    Raindrops hit his face as he climbed out of his pickup. That’s when he realized something- he noticed the perfume smell on his shirt. It had to be Riley’s, and it was the same perfume she always wore when they were dating. He even remembered when she first bought it.

    They went to the mall together as a date. He handed her his debit card and told her to buy whatever she wanted, which she had no problem with doing. That was the day he cashed his first check from the record label. She dragged him with her into almost every store in the mall, and he remembered being in shock when he heard her total at Sephora.

    “Thirteen hundred bucks for just that?” He asked as they left the store. He wasn’t trying to make her feel bad about spending so much, but  he couldn’t believe how expensive it all was! “And seriously, fifty bucks for twelve shades of stuff to put on your eyes?”

    “It’s designer makeup, Lucas. You just wait until we get to M.A.C., you’ll see expensive,” Riley replied.

    “Where to next, love?” Lucas asked, moving closer to her and sliding his arm around her waist. They stayed like that for only a second before Riley pulled away.

    “Ooh, Victoria’s Secret! Come on,” she commanded, grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind her.

    “Seriously?” Lucas protested. He stopped walking, making Riley stop too. She frowned at him.

    “Yes, ‘seriously’. Come on I’ll even let you pick something out for me,” she offered, batting her eyelashes at him.

    “Fine,” he consented. She shoved an overstuffed Holister bag into his arms and headed into the store, with him following closely behind.

    “What do you think?” she asked, holding up a tank top from one of the sale racks. She turned it to let him see the cut-out back. He shrugged, not winning any points with Riley. “Do you like it or not?”

    “Riley, you’d look good in anything. You could show up to a date in a garbage bag and I wouldn’t care.”

    Her whole face lit up. “So that’s a ‘yes’, then?” She asked playfully, moving a little closer to him.

“Of course it is.” He replied, lowering his lips to hers to give her a quick kiss. “Can I carry those other bags for you?” He asked when they pulled apart.

“Here, take them. They were starting to dig into my arms.” She handed him all of her clothing bags at once, then, after making sure he had a hold of them, she gave him her makeup bags very carefully. “If you drop these and any of those palettes break,” she made sure he was paying attention and pulled his face close to hers, “I will break up with you,” she threatened. Lucas laughed nervously, not sure if she was joking, but Riley simply returned her attention to the clothing racks.

“You are joking, right?” Lucas asked, his eyes wide with genuine concern. Riley simply shrugged in response, not even taking her eyes off of the shirt she was looking at. After she browsed through seemingly every rack in the clothing section, she made her way to the sleepwear and intimates. It was then that Lucas remembered what she said about  picking something out  for her. “Hey Riles, do you like this?” He asked, pulling a lacy, lavender nightgown off of a rack.

“Oh, it’s so pretty!” Riley gasped, taking it from Lucas. “This isn’t my size though. Do they have an extra small in this?” She asked, handing it back to him.

Lucas flipped through the other gowns on the rack until he came across her size. “Here. You know, purple really brings out your eyes.”

“Well, you’ll have to wait to see me in it. We agreed to wait until we’re married.” Riley replied, holding it up against her torso.

“I don’t mind one bit, baby girl. I was part of the decision too, you know,” Lucas reminded her.

“I know. You’re not like most guys. Most guys wouldn’t be interested one bit if I told them I wanted to wait.”

“So are we almost done here?” Lucas asked, trying to get away from such a serious subject. Today was supposed to be fun, and the number one rule of having fun is: no heavy topics of conversation.

“Not quite, I still want to check out some new bralettes since they are on sale.” Riley responded, adjusting the pile of merchandise in her arms.

“Some new what?” Lucas asked. It was turning out to be a repeat of their trip to Sephora, where he though a highlighter was just a marker, and got confused when Riley said she needed a new blender.

“I’ll just show you, come here,” she motioned for him to join her. He walked over to where she was standing in front of a set of drawers apparently containing whatever she was talking about. “See?” She held one up to show him, before going through one of the drawers to find her size.

“We really need to hurry up. Our reservations are for six and you said you’d need some time to get ready,” Lucas suggested.

“Or, we could just cancel the reservations and do something else,” Riley purred into his ear.

The words sent shivers down his spine. “Oh really? What would you like to do?” He implored, twirling a loose strand of her hair.

“I don’t know. Maybe something just us, nobody else around. Something private and romantic,” she mused. “We could get ready at my place, my roommate’s out of town for the weekend.”

“Okay. What if I came up with a date for us and surprised you?” Lucas suggested. He already had an idea in mind: a moonlit picnic on the edge of this little forest outside of town. They could snuggle up beside each other in the bed of his truck until sunrise if they wanted.

“Sound’s perfect, whatever it is,” Riley commented. Sometimes just the sound of her voice had the power to make him melt.

After shopping around for a little while longer, they made their way to the checkouts. They passed a perfume display along the way, and Riley couldn’t help but see if there might be a perfume there that she liked.

“Didn’t you get that channel stuff in Sephora?” Lucas asked. It didn’t make sense to him why she would need more than one type; he only had one bottle of cologne, and he didn’t replace it until it ran out.

“It’s Chanel, not channel. And that stuff is too fancy to use all the time.” Riley tried to explain it to him, but he still didn’t see why she would need two. But he didn’t really care, and he loved to spoil her.

“Whatever. Did you find any you like?” Lucas inquired, picking up a tester bottle to smell, and then putting it back down in disgust. “Why would anyone wear that?” He remarked under his breath.

“I love this one,” Riley handed him a bottle, “Isn’t it great?” Lucas nodded in reply as Riley grabbed a regular bottle, a slightly smaller sized one, and something called a ‘rollerball’, all in the same scent. “One to use all the time, one for travel, and one for my purse,” she explained when she saw Lucas’ puzzled expression.

A crash of thunder brought Lucas back to reality. He shut the door of his truck and started walking across the parking lot to the entrance. It was days like this that made Lucas glad that his mother made him a key for when he stayed with her. And since he’d been staying with her for the last couple of months, it was easier for everyone this way. He took the stairs instead of the elevator up to the apartment. Walking always helped him clear his head.

He let himself in, and just as he thought, the place was empty. Still, once he grabbed a glass from the cabinet, he took it to his room- where he hid his liquor from his mother- and planned to stay in there to drink. He took a bottle of bourbon out of his dresser drawer. But a thought struck him before he poured it. He knew that Riley would ask him when he drank last, and he didn’t want to lie to her. So, he put the top back on the bottle and stuck it back in the drawer.

He grabbed his laptop from the desk and sat in front of it on his bed. He was going on an airline website to buy a plane ticket, and just as he’d expected, the prices were ridiculous. But, he swallowed his pride and bought them anyway. Since the flight was a day away, he was very limited on seating options. He ended up with a middle seat on both his flight to and from Nashville.

“Just great,” he muttered. It was getting late and he still hadn’t eaten lunch, so he decided he’d go ahead and eat an early dinner. He headed back to the kitchen and heated up a couple of Hot Pockets out of the freezer. He would’ve never eaten something so unhealthy back when he was dating Riley. She was always making sure that he was eating healthy. Most of the time, she cared more about things like that than his mother did.

Ever since he turned eighteen, his mother’s philosophy towards things like that was always: “You’re an adult now, so I’m not going to tell you how to live.” The only exception to that being how she refused to allow him to bring any alcohol to the house and how she practically dragged him to AA meetings on a weekly basis when she first found out about his drinking problem. She hadn’t let up on the ‘no alcohol in the house’ rule, but she did quit making him go to the AA meetings after about two months.

His phone started to ring from its place on the counter. “Hello?” Lucas answered it. He hadn’t looked at the caller ID, and he was really hoping that it wasn’t his manager again.

“Hey Lucas, it’s Riley.” A familiar voice on the other end greeted him.


[chloe bennet voice]: in episode six with fitz and simmons you see how close they are and you see how much they care about each other i mean i’ll probably start crying now *choked up* when she was sick and he goes in and he doesn’t even care he just runs into the lab when he could get sick just to save her ಥ‿ಥ

anonymous asked:

4 for emily and ray?

Drago was floating very listlessly along the water. It was a little… disconcerting. It reminded Emily uncomfortably of a betta floating in the top of its bowl. The fact that he could go at least a half hour without breathing didn’t help matters at all.

She was sitting on the edge of the pier, bent down with her arms crossed over her knees so she could watch him. She was technically wearing her bikini, but she had a cute little coverup dress on over it that she quite liked. “Drago?”

He cracked an eye open to look at her, raising one eyebrow. Which meant he was definitely probably fine, and she didn’t have to feel bad for ogling him.

Emily didn’t think she could be blamed for that. When he was floating on his back, and had his arms behind his head, and his torso was all stretched out and sort of on display and–

Maybe he was not actually feeling okay enough to make that acceptable.

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Yes, yes...

You guys already know that Sanji asked Nami if she loves him (the only woman in One Piece he bothered to ask that). You also certainly remember that she said yes two times, jokingly of course (but she dodged the question the other two times ^^).

These moments are treated as a gag, and they probably are, but I don’t know if you guys are aware of these heart-shaped bumps:

In Alabasta, Sanji saves everyone and asks Nami if she loves him:

Not long after they escape, Nami hits him and we have this:

In Fishman Island, Sanji teases her again only to receive another yes:

After the battle and the party, when Nami hits him we have this:

The next time Nami answers yes, I predict three heart-shaped bumps. ^^ 

Of course, this could be Oda just making fun of Sanji’s heart-shaped eyes and love motif, but I find the timing rather curious. 

anonymous asked:

Caitlyn what are your Wellven headcanons if Wells were alive?


  • They would not have gotten together in S1 or S2. 
  • They would, however have become friends somewhere around late season 1, early season 2 (bc Wells was not taken by the Mountain Men ok).
  • Raven started to drift away from Finn early S2, he had been her family and her best friend for so long but she didn’t know how to talk to him or be around him after everything went down with Clarke. 
  • Wells brings her meals to her workshop bc he’s always afraid she’ll forget to eat or hide herself away bc she told him one night she doesn’t know where she fits with the rest of The 100 gone and being on the outs with Finn and not being able to fucking walk.
  • She talks his ear off about everything she does when he sits in the workroom with her, almost unconsciously and he lets her because of the way she lights up a little when she solves a problem.
  • She finds him by the fence one night, staring into the woods. “She’s strong.” Is all she says because she knows him well enough at this point to know that he’s worried about his best friend. 
  • All he does is nod, but he looks a little better when she takes his hand in hers. 
  • Clarke gives him a knowing look when she sees them together once. He rolls his eyes, shoves her gently and gives a pointed look at Bellamy before walking away.
  • He’s the one to catch her the night Clarke kills Finn, he holds her while she cries the whole night. He’s also the one to walk beside her the whole way to TonDC
  • It takes four grown ass men to hold him back when she’s tortured in TonDC and he’s yelling at Abby, Kane, Bellamy, Clarke, Lincoln, SOMEONE to fucking do something to save her. 
  • He teases her endlessly about Wick, even though it makes his heart ache a little in a way he can’t describe when the older boy comes around the workshop. 
  • It’s him in MW screaming at the guards until he loses his voice to take him instead of her. He still has the scars on wrists where he pulled at his restraints fighting to save her from the Mountain Men.
  • You better believe he’s the one who carried her all the way home. 
  • When Clarke leaves, she’s the one there to comfort him as he loses his best friend for a third time. (He would have found and dragged Clarke’s ass the whole way home within in a month with the tech Raven made specifically to locate her bc she saw it eating away at him everyday…but that’s another story).
  • She picks the lock on his room one night and curls around him in his bed because she doesn’t want to be alone and she doesn’t want him to be alone either. 
  • She kisses him on the cheek absentmindedly one day when he brings her food, before putting the plate down and getting back to work on the broken rover bc “the food can wait until the rover is fixed Wells”. He goes pink and Bellamy won’t fucking shut up about it. 
  • She cries when she tells him she’s sorry for the awful things she said to him when ALIE controlled her brain, he flicks her ponytail and tells her it’s already forgotten.
  • She kisses him for real when he storms into her workroom one night after she stayed awake 48 hours straight trying to solve the end of the world problem ranting about how she has to take better care of herself and “that means eating more than once a day and sleeping more than four hours a night Raven you are important to this camp and you are important to me and I won’t watch you waste away trying to fix everything and save the world I just won’t-”
  • The night she finds a solution to save them she curls up on his chest and whispers it in the dark, thinking he’s asleep. “I wasn’t worried. I knew you would.” is his reply with a kiss to her forehead.

blinkbackatear asked: Maria/Steve - Wanda’s not part of the team yet and she plays with Maria’s mind and “Of all the things I’ve heard, that hurt the most.”

AOU spoilers, obviously :) 

She’d been entirely for the last-second decision to bring her along. This is her job, this is what she does, coordinate missions from the back end. What they hadn’t anticipated, however, was just how insightful Wanda Maximoff could be when it came to Banner’s biggest fear. 

The thing is, she has to go through Maria to get to Banner.

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Coulson didn’t go down the tunnels to try and deactivate the bombs.

Coulson went there before May could contact Fitz and Simmons and Trip so he didn’t know someone else was going down to help them.

In his state he couldn’t have had much hope that he’d find Skye and have enough time to stop Raina and then climb back up before the bombs exploded.

He didn’t have much hope that any of them could make it out of there alive.

Coulson basically went down to the tunnels knowing he would probably die.

Coulson went down there to try and save Skye but if he couldn’t… well, fuck if he was going to let Skye die alone. He went there to die with her.

So yeah.

Ok but I’m so sad when I think about Wil finding Eretria, and Eretria immediately asking “Where is Amberle ?” because there’s no way that Amberle wouldn’t have come along to rescue her too. And Eretria being devastated when she learns that Amberle sacrificed herself to save them all :(

Her girlfriend became a fucking tree man how could you crush my otp like this ?

otp : i believe you barry

otp : it’s still beating

otp : what other girls

otp : you are worth being on time for

otp :  but then I see her smile. Man, that cannot be science

otp ; i loved you before i even knew what the world love meant

otp : i’ve never stopped thinking about you

otp : all i ever wanted is for you to be happy

otp : i need you 

otp : she’s not iris

otp ; she IS iris, she is to me, no matter what universe

otp : you and i were the only two people in the world

otp : i knew i could save you and i did

otp : you’ve always had someone to come home to, me

otp : come home to me

otp : you are everything to me and you always have been

otp : the sound of your voice will always bring me home

I honestly have no idea how we're going to survive the rest of the season.

We just saw Lexa, the commander who bows before no one, the one who sees love as a weakness, the one who always tries to maintain peace in the coalition and does what she thinks is best for her people, put all of that on line for Clarke. How they made me feel so much in that last scene and the knife scene, I have no idea. The knife scene was so important in the sense where it was the moment when you see Lexa finally coming to a realization of how affected Clarke is and how sorry she was about that. Up till then she was still standing up for her decision at Mount Weather. But in that moment, all she sees is what Clarke has become and she says “I never meant to turn you into this” and she realizes how she does not want to put Clarke through more than what she has already gone through and is willing to just let her walk right out of polis. And on Clarke’s part, she realizes that no matter how much hate she had and how badly she wanted revenge for what Lexa did, she just could not bring herself to kill her. And we’ve seen Clarke killing A LOT of people so far already. And she’s even stabbed Roan after he saved her life. She’s been reckless after Mount Weather. Up till now. Up till Lexa. So why is Lexa different? It shows the emotional attachment they have and how deep the feelings run because even though there’s hate on the surface, the deeper feelings are what’s preventing both of them from hurting each other. They were both being encouraged to kill the other. But neither could ever do such a thing. Instead they bow to each other. That’s my OTP right there. “Not everyone. Not you.”


Merry Christmas from: thespacehalo!

“It is madness says reason
It is what it is says love.

It is unhappiness says caution
It’s nothing but pain says fear
It has no future says the insight
It is what it is says love” –Erich Fried [Was es ist]

Here’s the thing: Danny Pink doesn’t need Clara Oswald.

She’s not his conscience or his carer, she can’t save him from anything. Unless she brings them into his life, there are no aliens attacking him, no menaces to defeat. She’s not the heroine out to protect him valiantly, he’s not a damsel in distress. In fact, the only pain we’ve seen him suffer through is something she is badly equipped to handle, where she hits the wrong note every time it comes up. There is no hole in his life she’s filling, no loss she’s compensating for. People might misjudge him at times, but she’s not somehow especially suited to understand him.

And that rather makes him unique. Because now the tables have turned. One moment she puts the Maitlands children’s needs above her own dreams, staying there “as long as you need me”. Another, she follows an alien to the stars and through history, saving a scared little girl, saving Earth, saving him, saving the universe. Clara Oswald, the Impossible Girl, storybook heroine. And when he changes, she sticks around, to help, because how can she not. And then, suddenly, unexpectedly, something shifts: “I could never stand not being able to help you.”

She might just have found her match, there.

So, my shipper heart longed for Killian to be part of the big group hug last night, but in reality, it made perfect sense for him to be absent. It’s actually a perfect representation of his character arc. When he was introduced on the show he was the selfish pirate who had only his goals and needs in mind. Now, while everyone else is celebrating he is doing what a hero, and the love of the Savior, would do. He’s fighting to keep everyone safe. He could have chosen to be selfish and have a few more moments with Emma, but instead he sacrificed that moment to beg Gold to save her and the rest of the town. That’s a hero. That’s Killian Jones. That’s the Savior’s savior.