So, look, they just keep coming, and at a certain point you almost gotta feel sorry for them. Do the right thing when it feels good. Do the wrong thing when it doesn’t. Above all, do what you do best: fuck shit up.
You always thought there was nothing harder than following in her footsteps until you found yourself at the place where they ended. Keep walking beyond that greater destiny. Take risks. Love is always worthwhile.
You burned for so long that the unraveling of the knot at the base of your skull left you more chilled than you’d care to admit. Find a framework. Justify the means. Nothing frightens you more than what you’re going to be.
You were the first to slip out of reach, and you were the first to return; ever since then, it seems like you’ve been saying nothing but goodbyes. Get up. Get ready. Live a life freed from impossible expectations.
You’ve got a path, you’ve got a destination, you’ve got your feet firmly on the ground and a compass pointing the way. Let them in. Block them out. You know what you’re doing, and you’re prepared to pay.
You’ve got a drumbeat like a second pulse in your head, a doubling and redoubling of dread like clockwork winding down, darkness like a bruise over your heart. Fly higher. Fly faster. Find the end of your tether.
You’re breaking the mask away, piece by piece, but you keep the shards tucked away, just in case. Find your rare certainty. Know that you are even more than they wanted you to be. Stay hidden. Exhale. Fire.
I imagine a Yuri who is a actual brat about getting physical attention from Victor. Victor is fine with it because he wants to be always touching Yuri but if they aren’t actually skating/training and Victor isn’t touching him he will straight up walk over, take Victor’s hand and place it on himself.
Like on his shoulder or head while pouting. Or he’ll just straight up sit in his lap.
Like the artwork of the car I can imagine this happening:
Victor gets in car
Yurio gets in the car.
Yuri gets in the car and Victor doesn’t automatically start petting him.
Yuri frowns and climbs into Victor’s lap while he’s driving
“FOR FUCKS SAKE KATSUDON YOU’RE GOING TO GET US ALL KILLED”
“I DON’T CARE! I SPENT ALMOST ELEVEN YEARS UNABLE TO HAVE VICTOR TOUCH ME AND NOW I HAVE HIM IM GONNA MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME”
“LEAVE HIM ALONE YURIO! IF YOU CONVINCE HIM TO STOP YOU’RE OUT OF THE WILL”
I don’t need fancy dates or expensive gifts in a relationship. All I want is your time, your attention and long hugs. I want you to show me that you don’t take me for granted. I want to take walks with you, show you my favourite places and chill on the beach with you. I want to see you fighting for our shared future.
Musings about the new stuff from the DCallaccess musical set visit (spoilers?)
All these interviews are taking place in Barry and Iris’ home.
Look at Barry walking behind Iris. I wonder if she has seen him yet or if the next shot will be:
Maybe he just sees her walking and automatically follows her, because…Iris.
I know that Iris won’t be singing, but it looks like Joe and Martin will be singing to her. So it’s nice that she’s still part of a musical number in some ways. But what song are they singing? I think this is a song that hasn’t been announced.
I think this is the big dance number with Carlos, Darren and John to ‘Put a little love in your heart’. I think it happens right at the beginning of the ‘dream’ (that’s what the EW article implied)
I can’t find the picture right now. But I think I saw one of Kara standing alone on the podium wearing this dress. I’m guessing that is when she sings ‘Moon River’. And it’ll probably be earlier in the episode.
I’m guessing ‘Superfriends’ will feature some sort of montage and start in the dressing room (above pic) and transition into them being on stage performing the number.
That leaves Running home to You, which will probably be sung at the end of the episode?
In light of the new trailer, so much amazing meta has come out. But the one thing I can’t stop thinking about in relation to it is this scene:
So we know that the sweatshirt track happens right away, because Magnus is still wearing the same outfit from the end of season one:
Which means The Argument comes probably right after the track fails. I’m guessing Alec takes Magnus to the basement so he can privately ask him to help with the parabatai track, which is where we get all the “I need to save my brother” desperation in the first half of this gif:
But Magnus must say no here, knowing that a parabatai track is dangerous enough, but when you throw in superior warlock tracking powers, it’s downright suicidal. Here, it’s probably just a simple “no” without much explanation because the rest of that scene takes place upstairs (he says no, walks away, but Alec chases him and pushes the fight because, again, desperate?):
They fight because Magnus won’t let Alec throw his life away and because Alec is freaking out so badly he can’t see straight, which tends to make him say some not-so-nice things (good on Magnus for not just taking it - Alec needs someone that’ll push back against his never-ending wave of self-sacrificial insanity). So they separate off, blow off steam:
And Alec tries to ask his mom for help, which always goes super well:
Which leads him back to Magnus, I’m sure to beg for both his forgiveness and his help. Magnus accepts the apology but basically tells Alec to stop doing the whole “I’m upset and scared so I’m going to shove everything and everyone good in my life as far away from me as possible” thing:
And whatever Alec says here convinces him to do the track:
Which leads me back to here:
Because that is not either of the outfits Magnus was wearing in the other scenes. And that does not look like the loft to me (it looks more like a room at the Institute?). And that doesn’t just look like a man that’s worried about someone he cares deeply for, it looks likes a man that blames himself for the image before him. Because he knew it was dangerous, he knew he shouldn’t do it, but he let Alec convince him and look how it turned out.
And all I can think about is: How long has Alec been like this? And how long will it take Magnus to stop blaming himself for it?
When a blind woman was named Inquisitor, none of her inner circle expected the task before her to be easy. Neither did any of them expect her to face it alone. Each of them has their own task, a duty they have assigned themselves to make Elera Lavellan’s life just a little easier, a role they carry out with stubborn dedication. None of them say it, but they all know that every one of them would rather die than see someone else take their place.
Solas walks with her in the Fade, drawing her into his memories, conjuring up images of the places they’ve been. Only her body is blind, and in the Fade, she can see the echoes he creates for her. They stroll the ramparts of Skyhold together, a smile flickering around her mouth as she looks out on the rolling mountains, and he helps her memorise every staircase and passageway so that she might navigate them more easily in her sightless waking world. He shows her the Emerald Graves, so that she can stand beneath the trees and gaze at the million different shades of green the sunlight creates as it falls through the leaves. He shows her, despite his scorn, the Dalish camp they visited in the Exalted Plains, so that she can remember her own clan and feel, for a time, at home. They walk the paths of his memories together, he her hahren, and she, a student and friend he is proud to teach.
Varric does what an author does best - he puts the world around them into words. When they reach the top of a slope and let out gasps of awe at a view that Elera can’t see, he steps up to describe it to her, painting every detail with the best words he can think of until she smiles and whispers, I can picture it. He does the same with the people they meet, telling her everything from the colour of their hair to how high she has to look to meet their eyes. Leave it to the others to do the basics, helping her to make it through the world. Varric’s duty is to make that world beautiful.
Sera is the one who climbs. Up the piles of rocks, balancing on beams and narrow ledges, clambering onto rooftops and jumping between gaps. She hates those creepy shards, but Elera says they’re important, and Sera’s damned if she’s letting a blind woman go hauling herself up those frigging rock piles to reach them. Elera would do it if someone else didn’t, stupid stubborn woman, and Sera doesn’t want to see her fall and get herself killed. Because even though she’s an elf, an elfy elf, a really elfy elf who wants those pissing elfy shards to open that elfy temple… somehow, they ended up as friends. Real good friends. And Sera was never one to let her friends get hurt.
Vivienne picks out her wardrobe, not only for all those soirees and balls that the Inquisitor is obliged to make an appearance at, but for day to day wear. Just because practicality is Elera’s greatest concern - finding something with few buttons she needs to fumble at and few fastenings to struggle with - doesn’t mean she should be forced to sacrifice fashion. Vivienne seeks out fine silk and velvet for her, fabrics that a Dalish elf could never have heard of or touched before. She finds tunics in rich turquoise to match her vallaslin, and, for special occasions, a ballgown in pale silvery-blue, so unearthly against her pale skin that she almost seems to be wearing moonlight.
Dorian reads to her. It starts with him making some remark about a book on spirit magic he’s been browsing through. That sounds interesting, she says, could you read that passage to me? And before long it’s a tradition. She comes to the library, he finds a book, they sit in chairs facing each other and Dorian reads. At first it’s mostly tomes on magical theory, but soon, he’s narrating a new chapter of Hard In Hightown every evening, and a little circle gathers around them to listen, all of them catching their breath in unison over the dramatic parts and groaning whenever Varric ends things with yet another cliffhanger.
Cassandra has always been at home on the battlefield, and right from the start, she appoints herself the task of making sure that Elera can feel at home there too. Two rage demons, approaching from the right, and three wraiths, she roars, as the rift splits open and pours the Fade’s denizens forward. One Red Templar in heavy armour, one archer. Just the simplest things, the things that tell Elera where to stand and what spell to use. There’s nothing she can do to make the bellowing of demons and the clashing of weapons less chaotic - but she can try to bring some kind of order out of the chaos. That’s what she does best, after all.
Bull takes it upon himself to make sure she can indulge in all the things the others won’t let her. Honestly, they treat her like she’s made of glass sometimes, and he knows it infuriates her, knows that she doesn’t want to be coddled. She’s blind, not a child. So he’s the one who makes sure she drops into the Herald’s Rest like all the others, the one who buys her a drink and lets her vent. She rarely has more than one or two, but all the same, he walks with her back to her room afterwards. Leaders have as much right to let themselves go as anyone from time to time. The fact that this leader can’t see doesn’t make the damnedest bit of difference to that.
Cole helps. He appears from thin air to guide her up staircases and through passageways when she needs it - but only when she needs it, because he knows she wants to stand alone as much as she can. And since she can’t see the curl of another man’s lip or the twitch of his brow while she speaks to him, Cole reads people for her, telling her the things she can’t pick up from their words and their tone. To him, her lack of eyesight means nothing. She’s a person, like all the others, and her thoughts are the same as everyone else’s.
And Blackwall stands beside her. Where he’s meant to be. He’s the shield between her and everything that could ever possibly hurt her, the hand that flashes out to catch her when she stumbles and the weapon that cuts down the enemy who dared to get close. He’s the arm she rests her hand on as they go about their travels, the voice that tells her the path’s getting steeper or take it slow, there’s a sharp drop to the right. At first it’s an obligation, the duty of a soldier who’s seen men suffer a thousand different wounds from war, losing eyesight and limbs and sanity and Maker knows what else. He knows how to help someone whose body isn’t quite whole.
But it becomes more than that, so much more. She is so strong, so capable, so determined to face all the trials thrown at her by a world she can’t see - but she can’t protect herself from everything. Just as he has needed her, needed her calm kindness and her dauntless faith in him, so she needs him to be her first and last line of defence. He knows, as the rest don’t (all right, Cole probably does, but all the normal rest don’t) that the one thing Elera Lavellan fears is oblivion. Being lost and alone with nothing to guide her.
She won’t have to face oblivion while he’s still breathing. She will always be able to reach out for him and find him there, to hear him tell her, I’m here, my lady. To which she responds with a smile and a murmur - I know, vhenan. Thank you.
She is his fortress, he is her shield, and nothing in the world can touch them.
I’m having trouble accepting the fact that you are no longer what my future holds. I won’t watch as you walk down the aisle and take your place beside me or tear up as you say “I do”. We won’t spend weeks searching for the perfect house to start a family in or argue endlessly about what color the nursery walls should be. My kids won’t have your eyes or that crooked smile that I love so much and it will be someone else reading them bedtime stories and kissing them goodbye on their first day of school. I won’t wake up to you every morning or fall asleep in your arms every night. We won’t have the family vacations that we dreamt of, or cry as our children go off to college. I won’t sit across from you 40 years from now and reminisce on the life we built or laugh with you about our quickly greying hair. And I’m having trouble accepting all this, because you were supposed to be the one and now I don’t know how to build a future without you.
a/n: so i just remembered that @boss-headcanons loves gwash very very much so i’m writing something v fluffy for boss <3
I entered the building, the soldiers that were escorting me kept glancing over at me, making sure that I was safe.
“I’m okay to take it from here, thank you.” I smiled at them, dismissing them.
“Miss. L/N, with all due respect, President Washington requested that we escort you directly to him so we can make sure you are safe.” The soldier said and I nodded, smiling slightly at the fact that George went to such lengths to protect me.
They walked me up to the room where the cabinet meeting was going to be taking place and one of them walked in and announced my presence while the other stayed with me.
They both left and I walked in and I saw George. I smiled, looking around the crowded room.
“Hello George.” He looked at me smiling slightly but I could tell he was stressed.
I spotted Mr. Jefferson and Mr. Hamilton watching the interaction between me and George. I suppose it was rare for them to see him smile because whenever he did around me, everyone had the exact same reaction.
“Hello dearest.” He smiled, his eyes tired. I felt myself smile. “I’m glad you are here. Hamilton and Jefferson are quite exhausting.”
“Is there anyway I could help?” I asked him and he looked at me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I pulled him down gently to kiss him softly. I felt him smile and he pulled away gently.
“I don’t want you stressed and I doubt anyone could do anything
to stop those two.” He sighed and I grabbed his hand, squeezing it and he squeezed it back. He kept smiling until one of his officers told him that he should start.
I took my seat and I watched him announce the meeting.
Mr. Jefferson started his argument. I frowned as I started listening to his argument and I knew that it wouldn’t matter if Hamilton’s argument was better than Jefferson’s because I knew that Hamilton would have to convince Madison in order to get the votes.
And although Hamilton’s argument was good, I knew it wouldn’t convince them.
“Turn around, I’ll show you were my shoe fits.” Hamilton finished and I looked at George, pained at how tired he looked.
“Madison, Jefferson take a walk. Hamilton, take a walk. We will reconvine after a brief recess. Hamilton, a word.” He said and he walked off with Alexander. Jefferson and Madison headed over to me.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to have an effect on President Washington.” Jefferson smiled. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. I’m Thomas Jefferson, this is my friend James Madison and you are?”
“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Jefferson and you Mr. Madison.”
“I’m sorry you had to hear Mr. Hamilton complain.” Jefferson said, giving me a charming smile.
“You must admit that he had a good argument.” I argued
respectably. He nodded.
“You’re correct but you must know that don’t matter.”
“Mr. Madison is the only one who can convince the south and get Mr. Hamilton the votes he so wants.” I remarked and he nodded.
“I see my boss wishes to talk to you. I hope to talk to you again, Miss.” Mr. Jefferson told me. He walked away and Mr. Madison offered me a wave before walking away as well. I turned around to see George and Mr. Hamilton.
“I see you have met Madison and Jefferson. I hope they have not led you to make too bad of opinions of me.” Mr. Hamilton joked and I shook my head.
“I’ve made my own assumptions based on the cabinet battle.” I told him and George smiled a bit.
“Cabinet battle?” He asked, questioning my choice of words.
“It seemed more of a battle more than a meeting. And before you make assumptions about me Mr. Hamilton, I was a nurse in the war so I have seen my fair share of battles.” I told him, seeing Hamilton open his mouth.
“May I ask what these assumptions are?”
“You have trouble holding with your temper but all of your words are wisely chosen. You’re intelligent and you know it but you aren’t exactly cocky. Just over confident.”
“You’re exactly correct. And may I make an assumption about you two?” He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Me and George exchanged glances.
“If you must, Hamilton.” George said and his hand found its way into mine.
“I think that you two are in love with each other.”
“You’d be right in that assumption then, Hamilton.” George said quietly, smiling.
Hey guys! Long time no see, huh? Finally, finally my secret santa piece is here, very much delayed because of technical problems and writer’s block and my computer breaking. I have to say, this is not my finest writing, but i think i’m happy with how it turned out. Thanks to @nightcourthighlordrhysand and @bookocd for helping me with this one.
was having a very bad day—one that would go down in infamy. First,
he’d gone to jog early that morning and it’d started raining.
Normally, he wouldn’t mind a little rain. But today—today he didn’t
want to have to take the walk back to his place, because running in
the rain was way too dangerous in the streets of Nocte and the
sidewalks were as slippery as ice itself this time of year.
So, I want to do this challenge with the pairing “DarylxReader”.
I’ll try to upload a story everyday, I hope you like it!
–> Requests are open by the way
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Pairing: Daryl x Reader
The fic take place after Rick leave Daryl at the Kingdom (episode 9 season 7)
Warning: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT and fluff (Actually I wanted it to be just a fluffy fanfiction but I couldn’t help to write a little bit of smut)
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.
you’ll stay here”
look at Rick with wide eyes.
put an hand on his shoulder: “we’ll comeback, besides, (Y/n) will stay
here with you so you could really enjoy the Kingdom” Rick continues with a
turns his head to me while I take his hand: “yep, you’ll not get rid of me
easly” I said smiling.
He smile back at me, then we turn to see our
family walk away from the Kingdom.
could see that Daryl wasn’t too fond of this decision I look at him: hey,
haven’t you listen to Rick? They’ll be back. They know that you can fight but
for now, you are a target so you need to stay hidden".
wasn’t much to do here, so, after dinner, we both head to take a shower and
I laying down on the bed, the only thing that
cover my body is a big towel.
could hear Daryl shower in the other room, and while I wait for him, I start
thinking at all the days spent without him.
When Negan took him away from us, every day
was hell for me.
I couldn’t do anything, I hardly eat and
sleep, the only thing I could do was thinking about all the things Negan was
doing to him.
Then, after Negan’s first visit, after I saw
him being taken away again I really went crazy, and, while I was tidying up the
mess in our house (thank you Saviours, really) , I stumbled into one of Daryl
shirts. In that moment I had a really bad mental breakdown, I cry and screamed
while I hugged his shirt, thinking that I would never see him again.
thoughts are interrupted by Daryl entering the room, his hair are wet and the
only thing covering him is a towel that hung from his hips.
I couldn’t help but notice that, in addition
to the scars on his back, there are other dark bruises.
I can feel my eyes get teary so I hugged him
from behind: “What did they do to you?” I whisper.
didn’t answer, he just relax into my arms.
could people hurt him like that? He deserve nothing but love.
this thought in mind I start to lay little kisses along the scars on his back.
I can feel him get stiff at that:“(Y/n)
what are you doin’?”
I detach from his back just for give him an
answer: “I’m loving you… all of you”.
that said, I peck the bruise on his shoulder and turn him around so I could lay
him on the bed.
settle myself on him and start to kiss the scar on his shoulder left by a
bullet, a gift from Dwight.
While I start a trail of kisses from his shoulder
down his chest, he start to massage my scalp.
After sometime spent worshipping his chest, I
go down and finally reach his waist.
I start to pull away his towel, I could see the outline of his erection.
lift his head: “ (Y/n)…are you sure?”
I answer: “Of course, you went through a lot, let me take care of
I take his erection in my hands and after pumping it a little, I take him in my
start to bob my head really slow, almost teasingly .
Daryl start moaning very loudly, his fingers clutch my hair tightly: “oh
god baby, I love you so much”.
can’t help but moan at that, bobbing my head faster and faster, taking more of
him, feeling him touching the back of my throat with the tip of his cock:
like that babe”.
After a while Daryl start to grunt and try to
pull me away from him
“(Y/n) please, I need to be inside of
He didn’t need to told me twice, quickly I
climb on him, and sink onto his erection.
We both moan, while Daryl start to play with
my breasts: “God, you’re this wet just givin’ me a blowjob?”
“Shut up and enjoy the ride” I said,
winking at him, then I start to ride him hard and fast.
didn’t take long to reach our orgasms.
he came he lift up to kiss me, so we can muffle our moans while we reach our
came together, kissing each other, then Daryl lay on the bed with me on him.
silence was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and little kisses,
until I start talking:
“I really missed you”.
I can feel him smile while he’s busy leaving
kisses on the top of my head: “ I missed you too baby”
stayed like this, cuddling and kissing each other until we both fell asleep.