posting this before i regret ever making this

Time Flies (8/10)

Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful
Posted: March 31st, 2017
Warnings: Love-making *will post a starting warning before it happens*, swearing, annnddd I AM SORRY!!! (><)
AN: Everyone voted for longer chapters! :) Sooo, here we go….
Pairing: 1940s Bucky x Reader Rogers 

**This is long–just warning you!**

Time Flies Masterlist


Previously: 

“D–(Y/N), please–I didn’t just do it for that. Yes, that was a small–small reason–but overall–I wanted you. I loved you–hell, I still do. Not a day has gone by where I regretted what I did and said to you. It mattered to me. You being the first–and the only girl I ever kissed–it mattered to me. I loved you when we were running around in the woods as kids. I loved you that night when we made love in that tree fort. Even now, as you sit before me–I love you. I know, I hurt you. I am so sorry about that. If I could, I would go back and slap the fire out of the younger me. I would change it, but I can’t, and I have to live with the burden knowing I broke the heart of the most important dame in my life. You do not have to forgive me, but I just wanted you to know that I am sorry.”

(Y/N) had tears running down her face as she squeezed his hands, “I forgave you long ago, Bucky.” As her right hand came up and wiped her face. Bucky smiled softly, noticing the fact she didn’t say she loved him back. Which is what he expected, but what he wasn’t expecting was when he swiped his thumb over her left hand–his thumb traced over a ring on her hand.

Bucky’s felt cold sweats come upon him, making the slow smile forming on (Y/N)’s face stop, “Bucky? You okay?” Her voice sound muffled to him as a sound almost like static–or maybe it was a ringing in his ears he was hearing. He wasn’t sure. The only thing he knew is he felt sick, as his entire mouth dried up as his heart pounded in his chest. Reluctantly he let go of her hand, as his vision of her face mouthing his name over and over again became blurred as he took a step back from the counter. Closing his eyes, as he tried to calm his pounding heart down, but he was failing–

“In–out—in—out—” He whispered to himself as he fought of this panic attack. His chest felt tight–as if it was closing it on itself. 

(Y/N) eyes watched him closely before moving to him and taking his arm, “Bucky, you need to sit down.” She spoke to a zoned out Bucky Barnes as she lead him to a chair and sat him down, “I am going to get you some water–I will be right back.” Running her fingers through his short locks before moving into the kitchen. 

“A ring–she has a ring on–ring–a ring–she’s married–engaged–” His mind raced, “You just told her how much you loved her–you told a taken woman you loved them–this is like some romantic book or something…” Bucky felt himself get sick again, “What if she is with–Lucas..” His hands went to his face as he mentally attacked himself till her footsteps pulled him from his thoughts. As his eyes looked up, he couldn’t get himself to look at her hand–even when she pressed a cool cloth to his forehead.

“There, this should help.” Her (Y/C) eyes looking into his greyish blues before his shut when her fingers went through his hair. Her touch felt so good—so relaxing—so like–

“Buck?” Her voice made his eyes open, “You okay?” Her soft voice matched her soft smile her left hand came up to press against his forehead, “You don’t feel like you have a fever.” The feeling of her hand slowly moving to cup his cheek made a closed mouth smile form on his face as he leaned into her embrace. Then he felt that metal on her finger touch his skin, he swallowed a lump in his throat before slowly reaching up and taking her hand in his. He brought their joined hands down to the table. Taking a deep breath he looked down and felt his shoulders slump at the sight of a silver band on her middle finger. 

“Idiot…” He whispered to himself before smiling as thumb brushed over the band.
“What?” She looked down, “Oh–Steve gave that to me as my graduation gift. Wait–” She replayed that just happened in her head, “You thought–noo–Bucky–I’m–I’m not seeing anyone.” She giggled before cupping his face in her hands and making him look into her eyes, “I couldn’t get myself to go on a date with a fella that wasn’t you.” 

Bucky felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at her, “Really?” He whispered before watching her nod her head, “Well, do you wanna go out this weekend?” Smiling shyly at her as she beamed. 

“About damn time you asked.” She giggled before pulling him into a hug tight embrace. His arms wrapped around her before he pulled back and brushed his nose against hers with mirroring wide smiles. Their eyes flicked to one another’s lips in sync, they giggled to one another before slowly leaning in till their lips captured one another’s in a gentle kiss. 

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Truth or Dare (SnowBaz)

Here it is. In response to this post I have searched deep through my Wattpad fanfictions to find the first one that I have ever made. I regret ever making that post as I cringe reading through this fanfic as I post it onto tumblr. So, in my exact words, here is my first fanfic:


This is an  idea I came up with the other day. It’s fanfiction for the book, Carry On, when Simon and Baz were still at Watford. I have never written fanfiction before, so let me know what you think of it!

Characters belong to Rainbow Rowell. These are not my original characters.

Simon’s POV

“Truth or Dare?” I ask to Penelope. We are sitting on the grassy lawn of Watford School of Magicks, playing a friendly game of truth or dare. It’s just me and Penny. Agatha was here, but soon decided to leave after an embarrassing question came up. Penny is ruthless.

“Um, Dare.”

“I dare you to… skip all of your classes for a day,” I say. I know it’s a stupid dare, but Penny is really into her studies. For her, that’s like saying she can’t eat for a week. She lives and breathes everything school related.

“What!! NO!! MY MOM WOULD KILL ME!!”

“It’s just one day. It’s not like you would miss that much.

“But, it’s a whole day!”

“Whatever. My turn.”

“Fine. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!” I sit impatiently, waiting for her to bring her wrath down on me for the last dare.

“I dare you…”

“Yes?”

“To…”

“Spit it out, women.” She starts to giggle. It must be bad. Penny never giggles.

“I dare you to go into your room…”

“And?”

“And…”

“My god, you’re driving me crazy!”

“I dare you to go into your room and kiss Baz.”

“I–what?”

“You heard me. Go into your room and kiss Basilton Grimm-Pitch.”

“You have got to be kidding me. No.”

“Then, I won’t do your dare.”

“I–but–um–fine! I’m going!” I say, storming off. Penelope smirks behind me. Ugh, this is going to be horrible. And interesting. I try to figure out how I’m going to do this. It’s not like I can barge in and just randomly kiss him out of the blue. I can’t believe I agreed to this. What will Baz think? I decide it’s better not to think about the after effects and focus on how I’m going to get there. By the time I get to the door, I have a vague idea, but not much I can move off of. Darn it Penny! Why do you have to come up with such good dares? I should have left with Agatha. Here goes nothing…

I walk in, trying to act as normal as possible. Baz is sitting at the desk, studying for our next exam. Typical. I close the door, but “accidentally” slam it. Baz jumps.

“Jesus Snow! Close the door like a normal person!”

“Sorry, I just–um…” WHAT DO I DO NOW!! Stupid Penny, this is more complicated than you think.

“Spit it out Snow!”

“I–well–um–” He stands up. His midnight black hair is perfectly smooth back and his school uniform is perfectly pressed and fits him in all the right ways. I collapsed onto my bed and he fixes his stormy grey eyes on me and his mouth twisting into a sneer.

“It’s just–I–um–”

“Use your words, Snow!” He is close enough that I can feel his hot breath on my face. This is going better than I could’ve hoped. I start to lean in. I see his eyes start to flutter closed. Wow, I am so close. Take that, Penny!

Baz’s POV

I was staring at words for hours. I didn’t know what else to do. There is literally nothing I could do other than study today. Then, Snow barges in our room like a crazy person, but I can tell it was with purpose. He’s planning something. What could he be planning. I can see uncertainty is is crystal clear blue eyes, but also something… I don’t know, a little mischievous. What is he planning? What is he going to do. I can tell it’s directed at me. There is no other explanation. Now I know what he feels all of the time. He’s plotting something, but what?

His eyes have me transfixed. They always have. Ever since I met him. I creep closer to him. I find his gaze fixing on my eyes as he tries to muster the words to create an actual sentence. His eyes drift to my lips. Oh, god. Please tell my fantasies aren’t becoming true? I feel like I’m blushing, yet I know that it’s probably very faint because of the whole vampire thing. But, I still start to feel self-conscious. He leans forward a little and I stay there uncertainly, my eyelids starting to droop as I give in. I feel a tug at my neck and notice that he is tugging on my green and purple school tie. Before I can even register anything, his lips are on mine and we are locked in a fierce kiss.

I’m kissing Simon Snow. Simon freakin’ Snow.

I can’t say how many times I’ve imagined this, but it’s even better than I could ever imagine. We click together like magnets and fit together smoothly. I passionately press against him and pull him towards me, not wanting this to end. I grip the back of his shirt tightly, wanting to make sure this is real. Wanting to make sure this is acutally happening. I’ve dreamed about this so long. How do I know it’s not a dream.

I’m kissing Simon Snow.

Simon’s POV

I don’t know how it happened, but soon we are both on my bed. Baz keeps going at me, pressing harder, kissing fiercer. He has a tight grip on the back of my shirt, as if he’s afraid to let go. I no longer seem to have control of the situation. It was just supposed to be a short, tiny kiss, but it seems it has turned into more that that, and I’m not sure what I feel. It’s nothing like when I kissed Agatha.

Of course it isn’t. Agatha is a girl. Your kissing a boy. And not just any boy.

I’m kissing Baz.

There’s so much passion in Baz, I’m afraid to break away and tell him it was just a dare. How could something so simple turn into something so… what’s the word… extraordinary. I feel a burning sensation starting at my lips and warming up my whole body. My magic even seems to be on edge and is tempted to leak out of me like a water fountain.

But, I’m kissing Baz? This isn’t Agatha. This feels…

I push him away. He stands there, looking bewildered. I’m scared for what’s going to happen next. Should I say it?

“You–” he says, breathing heavily. I worry that he’s going to yell at me, then I remember that it was supposed to be sort of a joke anyway. Just a joke. It’s not more than that… Is it?

“Don’t know how long–” he continues breathlessly, smiling stupidly, “I have been waiting to do that.” I feel my eyes start to widen. Oh, god! I really screwed up this time, didn’t I? Stupid Penelope! Now I have to tell him it was a dare and hurt his– or do I? I don’t know how to explain this, but that felt so right. But, it’s Baz. How can I–why?

“Um–well–I–um–it–” Come on, Simon. Say something. You can’t just leave him hanging there.

“I didn’t realize I wanted to too…” I say. It is, technically speaking, the truth.

“I–um– I should go,” I say, bursting out into the hallway. I start to breath heavily. I think I’m hyperventilating. Are those black dots starting to cloud my vision? What is happening to me? The world starts to melt to black. Before darkness consumes me, all I can think is, I kissed Baz… And I liked it.

Baz’s POV

What in freak just happened? Did I–did we just–? I can’t do this. This is all so confusing! I go back and sit on my bed, head in my hands. Was he just saying that? Surely not, surely he saw the fireworks they always talk about. But what if he didn’t. That’s my biggest fear. What if I made a fool out of myself? I don’t know what to do anymore. I stare at my hands when I hear a thump at the door. What could that be?

I open it to see an unconscious person on the floor with blonde hair that I definitely recognized. Snow. If what happened didn’t just happen, I’m pretty sure I would have laughed in his face. The Great Chosen One, fainting. But, I don’t think it will help the situation if I leave him there. I drag him onto his bed and leave him there because I have no idea what to do. What should I do?

Simon’s POV

When I wake up, I can immediately tell it’s morning. Baz has already left for breakfast. Was it all a dream? It doesn’t feel like it, but surely it was a dream, right? That can’t happen in real life.

Baz’s lips on mine. The absolute rightness of the situation.

It had to be a dream.

I walk to breakfast. I sit at my normal spot with Penelope and Agatha. I sneak a glance at Baz, but he seems to look anywhere but at me. It was a dream. It had to be. I turn my attention to my breakfast. As I dig into the school’s delicious scones, I hear Penelope whisper ever so softly into my ear.

“So… did you do it?” she asks. It was real. I did do it, but knowing Penny, she probably wants details. And I am not prepared to tell her that it was the greatest and most thrilling experience I have ever had.

“No,” I whisper back. It was real.

I kissed Baz, and I loved it.


Are y’all happy now? XD *crawls in a corner and cries*

Oh my god, Dr Alphys. // Oh my god, Dr Alphys!!! 

She said we’d never make it. // She said we couldn’t do it!!!!

We’re gonna make her regret it. // We’re gonna make her REGRET it!!

This is just the first draft of their underfell designs, I havent drawn them as much as Noodles yet… 

the highest fall you'll ever grace

pairing: meyer/charlie, pre-relationship pining. y’know, The Good Shit.
rating: general
A/N: and now it is time for The Feelings. having a daemon does not make meyer any better at dealing with said feelings. follows carry it with no regrets [ao3], set about a year later. also, yes, the series name and fic titles are all bastille lyrics, because i am shit at titles. a list of daemons, names and species, are at the end of the post, in case you want a mental picture before you read. also on ao3.

Meyer hears from Benny who hears from some other kid in the crew who overheard his older sister and her friends gossiping about it and… anyway, apparently Sal’s out of prison a few months early. Meyer doesn’t waste any time scooping Atarah up from where she and Neva are bickering over the day’s take and telling Benny they’ll catch up tomorrow. But if Sal’s back, there’s more than a little business he and Meyer have to talk about.

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Weak Spot

A/N: This went in a completely different direction than what I had originally planned and it bothers me but now I can’t go back. Oh well, it’s just a small drabble anyways. 
Pairing: NaruHina


He got her flustered every time he got the chance, he couldn’t help it. The faces she would make and the way she would put the palms of her cold hands against her cheeks in an attempt to cool down was too adorable for his own good. It was easy really, all he had to do was simple stuff like give her a peck on the cheek in public, or tell a stranger ‘look at how beautiful my girlfriend is’ and her cheeks would set ablaze. 

“It’s not fair!” Hinata said with a pout after he had made her blush like mad for the umpteenth time. “I’m going to get you back one day, Naruto-kun. I’ll find you’re weak spot, just you wait. Everyone gets shy by something.”

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artful-deception  asked:

♨ Have you ever made a public call out post? ❀ What has made you completely lose your chill? ✿ What do you think about public call out posts?

//I have never made a call out post. Never. Even ages ago when I first started Tumblr (way before Thomas was a thing) I didn’t call anyone out.

One thing to make me lose it? It’s godmodding. Holy hell, don’t god mod me or you will regret it. I’ll warn first, but second time it happens I will go crazy. This is not an invite to do it either.

And I feel call out posts are just childish. Most of the time it’s over dumb shit that people need to get over. And newsflash, Tumblr is just a website, not real life. If things are going south, get off the computer and walk away. No use picking a fight with someone thousands of miles away.

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Say, Makoto, don’t you miss swimming? I do. I do, but…I miss my grandfather so much more. And I’m afraid if I dive in again, I’ll see him down there and try to reach him.

AU » Sousuke and Makoto are childhood friends who did everything together including their hobby for swimming. Unfortunately, after his father’s work is transferred into the city, Sousuke leaves Makoto behind in Iwatobi. Of course, without forgetting to make a promise that they would train to become world renowned competitive swimmers.

A couple of years later, Makoto and his grandfather during their fishing trip were caught in the midst of a storm that resulted in the waves capsizing the boat. In the end, his grandfather drowned, unable to break the surface. Makoto, on the brink of death, was saved by a nearby ship. Soon after, Makoto develops a phobia of large bodies of water (including pools) which causes him to abandon swimming all together. 

Seven years have passed and Sousuke returns to Iwatobi to attend Samezuka Academy and also to see how Makoto’s life has fared. Makoto, now a 2nd year at Iwatobi High School, spends his peaceful (though dull) days with another childhood friend, Haruka Nanase who also dropped out of competitive swimming. Sousuke, afraid of the life and future Makoto is throwing away because of his trauma, tries his best persuade his old friend into swimming again.

Together, just once more. 

19 THINGS I LEARNED BEFORE I TURNED 19
  1. You never regret waking up early, so take that summer job that calls for an 8am wakeup every day, by the end of it all you’ll be glad you didn’t sleep until noon.

  2. If you’re friends with someone, make sure you take a picture with them at the earliest possible convenience, preferably the first day you meet. 

  3. The ‘mute’ option on twitter and ‘unfollow’ option on facebook are your most viable resources. They allow you to stay at peace while your aunt posts Donald Trump support memes.

  4. If you ever notice one of your friends has started to talk more about themselves than usual, find out what’s wrong. Usually their trivial complaints have a much deeper root.

  5. Try your best to stay calm in every fight you get into. It doesn’t matter if it’s via text or in person, people will remember you as the rational one and your opponent will be embarrassed.

  6. Your friends are going to change, but you’re not the same person you were at 14 either.

  7. If it doesn’t feel right, do not do it.

  8. Force yourself to leave your laptop and phone in a different room and open up the book you bought 3 years ago that you never started. Rediscovering reading is one of the greatest feelings on earth. 

  9. Talk about and focus on what you love. Do not talk about and do not focus on what you hate. You will realize instantly how much happier you can be. 
     
  10. The best day to take off from work or school is ALWAYS Tuesday. 

  11. You always look good in a white t-shirt.

  12. Cut off the friends that suck and cling to the ones that make you happy to exist.

  13. Sometimes all you need is a drive to the beach and a vanilla milkshake. Instagramming the sunset won’t make it any less beautiful.

  14. Drop everything and spend time with your family. 

  15. Lists honestly suck don’t make lists they put a lot of pressure on you.

  16. Don’t feel obligated to have a good time just because everyone is telling you to. Odds are they’re faking it too and you shouldn’t have to. Try your best to be 100% authentic 100% of the time.

  17. Pick someone, once every month, to give a gift to. (Hint it can definitely be yourself)

  18. Allow yourself to have fun with things that the general hivemind goes against. Except mustaches PLEASE stop I’m not even mad anymore just tired.

  19. Never settle for anything below you. Always push outside of your comfort zone. Cherish every single moment you share with your friends that makes you forget you’re young and stupid and have shit to deal with. Those fractions of a second where you catch yourself completely enamored by your best friends laugh in their car on the way to the movies or the song playing in your backyard while your friends all talk about nothing are the best moments in your life. Fuck off if that was a run-on sentence everything is perfect. 

‘Life is spectacular. Forget the dark things. Take a drink and let time wash them away to where ever time washes away to.’

I want to make a post about this because it’s important that this is cleared up. I left it a bit open ended the last time and I don’t want to do that again. Before you read this, please understand I really regret what I did, that I was horribly ignorant, and I would never do anything like this ever again.

A while ago, back in the clexa days, I popularized a type of headcanon called “g!p lexa” which is essentially lexa with a penis. In these headcanons, she is either trans or intersex. Multiple trans women messaged me and told me they were uncomfortable with this type of fic because it was extremely fetishizing. I ignored their messages, justifying in my head that it was okay because I was questioning my gender, and that it was helping other people who were questioning theirs. This was wrong and harmful and I know it doesn’t mean much at this point, but I sincerely feel awful and I am so sorry. Please don’t make the same mistake I did and LISTEN to people when they tell you they’re hurt by something you’re doing. Put aside your own selfish reasons and just listen. I wish I would have.

I wish I could say it stopped there, but it didn’t. I figured if it was hurting trans women, I would headcanon her as intersex instead despite knowing NOTHING about the intersex community. The way I portrayed Lexa in these headcanons did not align at all with what it means to be intersex. The intersex community already has so much misinformation circulating, and this added to that. It is extremely rare that an intersex woman will be born with a penis, let alone a fully functional one, and slapping the intersex label on g!p lexa was not only offensive, but inaccurate. The intersex wlw community in the fandom was too small to retaliate against this headcanon, meaning it was popular for a really long time, spreading misinformation and alienating an already marginalized community.

There is a wonderful blog, http://intersex-ed.tumblr.com/, that has a lot of info about being intersex. Please check this out if you have any questions about being intersex or the community. 

To sum it up, the popularization of g!p lexa fetishized not one, but two communities and I somehow justified this in my head as doing the right thing. If you want to unfollow me for this, I understand. If I could go back and stop myself from doing this, I would do it in a heartbeat.

I am so fucking sorry to the trans wlw and intersex wlw in the fandom that I alienated with this horribly ignorant headcanon. Please, if you see g!p lexa fic or headcanons circulating, do not support it. Please only support actual trans lexa or intersex lexa headcanons, ones that do not fetishize her for a body part. 

If you would like me to clear anything up, I am going to turn on anonymous for a while for questions. Please let me know if you would like me to reblog or post anything that would help spread correct information.

Teen Wolf & The Vampire Diaries ➢ Family Ties

It was a slip, one that shouldn’t have happened but it did. You wished more than anything that you could take it back, but there was nothing you could do to give that man back his life. He was dead and it was all your fault, but it was also apart of what you were. You were a predator, a killer by nature. It was only a matter of time before a slip up like this happened.

Nobody else saw it that way. They didn’t see it as a mistake or an accident. They saw it as a killer doing what killers do, even if that killer was their friend. You’re own pack who you considered your closet friends casted you out. Of course the true alphas pack couldn’t have a murder in their midst, tainting their saintly image.

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Sentence Starters
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  • "My parents know."
  • "Don’t go."
  • "You’re under arrest."
  • "Just let me die."
  • "I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
  • "Make me."
  • "Kiss me you idiot."
  • "I didn’t do it."
  • "That isn’t mine."
  • "Marry me?"
  • "Truth hurts, don’t it?"
  • "Be mine."
  • "You owe me."
  • "Just relax."
  • "I already regret this."
  • "Where are my clothes?"
  • "You could have killed someone!"
  • "I think I broke it."
  • "Do you love me?"
  • "We need to talk."
  • "Never again."
  • "Do I know you?"
  • "How drunk are you right now?"
  • "Well that was unexpected."
  • "Have you ever even done this before?"
  • "I just want to cuddle."
  • "I can’t even look at you."
  • "What happened to you?"
  • "Don’t you dare."
  • "I missed you."
  • "This stays between us."
  • "I need a hug."
  • "I could kill you!"
  • "Kiss me."
  • "You’re so weird."
  • "Why are you wearing that?"
  • "You coward."
  • "You’re all out of ____."
  • "You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
  • "I think I’m forgetting something."
  • "This seems familiar."
  • "You lied to me!"
  • "Are you threatening me?"
  • "Is that my shirt?"
  • "Where did you find this?"
  • "Explain yourself."
  • "Where were you?"
  • "You drive me crazy!"
  • "I think I’m falling in love with you. "
  • "Are you even listening to me?"
  • "Just leave me alone."
  • "I need a drink."
  • "What were you thinking?"
  • "I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."
  • "I’m going to be sick."
  • "For you, I would _____"
  • "Just what did we do last night?"
  • "Give it back."
  • "I have to go."
  • "Shut up and listen."
  • "Do you remember this?"
  • "Want to hear a secret?"
  • "Take responsibility."
  • "Don’t look at me like that."
  • "Give me another chance."
  • "Don’t you dare come near me!"
  • "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
  • "You mean everything to me."
  • "Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
  • "What are you afraid of?"
  • "I miss you so very much."
  • "No, that can’t be my baby."
  • "Just five more minutes."
  • "No! You can’t die on me now!"
  • "That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."
  • "Put. The. Weapon. Down."
  • "What are we doing here?"
  • "Do you trust me?"
  • "That sounds painful."
  • "Are you even listening to yourself?"
  • "I’m not speaking to you anymore."
  • "I can’t believe you missed that."
  • "That was a bad plan."
  • "That looked easier on TV."
  • "I’ve never heard that one before."
  • "I didn’t know you could do that."

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Solas’ core personality is so important.

The fact that he is capable of this has been foreshadowed from the very beginning of the game with gems such as:

“Sometimes to achieve the world one desires, one must take regrettable measures.”

Solas is absolutely capable of doing what he is doing. He frequently discusses the blood he has on his hands, and the things he’s done in order to fulfill his mission. There’s no much Solas won’t sacrifice in the name of The People.

He is a deeply compassionate person, and if he were looking beyond his guilt he would see that he is being blinded by it and that he is taking the choice away from the world. It’s in his personality to sacrifice himself for the sake of others things, especially considering what we see of him in the Redcliffe future, where he is driven so greatly to despair he would literally die and erase this timeline to save his People, which is more or less exactly what he’s decided to do in Trespasser.

He’s blinded by grief and pain, blinded by regret, when he tends to make desperate, last ditch decisions and efforts that end up backfiring on him. The fact that he’s so blinded by that right now doesn’t diminish that he is a compassionate man who values the autonomy of other people at his core, and that if he were less hurt and more self-aware, he’d be appalled with himself.

I post this just because Solas was very much capable of what he’s planning on doing far before he ever took Flemeth’s power. His redemption arc is only going to be potent if he’s not under a gaes, especially considering other canon evidence from Cole, who embodies Compassion and focuses on Solas’ pain as the root of his problems but trusts Solas’ heart implicitly, that suggests that he is very much making his own choice.

I will admit that part of this is personal for me, because I very much need Solas to have this sort of personality for my own selfish reasons. There is nothing saying I am right, and yet I feel canon strongly suggests I am. I understand if you disagree, and I certainly understand the desire to believe Solas is good person. I believe he’s still a good person, just that he’s a good person who is very clever and capable of terrible deeds if pushed.

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Green-eyed Monster

Green-eyed Monster (A Xibalba and La Muerte Story)

“And this is-”

“Mary Beth! Mary Beth!”

The red-haired tour guide paused in her explanation of the next exhibit and turned her head in the direction of the voice calling her name. She saw this brown-haired women wearing a uniform similar to hers pushing her way through the crowd.

“Julia,” Mary Beth greeted with a smile. “Is something wrong?”

Julia took a moment to catch her breath before asking, “Can we talk for a moment?”

“Of course.” Mary Beth turned her attention back to her tour group. “Children, wait right here. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Julia led Mary Beth a little bit away from her group once they were far enough, Mary Beth asked, “So what did you want to talk  about?”

“Well, I’m having a bit of a problem with two of the kids in my group. I can’t get them to stop arguing with each other.” Julia stated, running nervous hand through her hair. “And I though since you’re usually so good with children…maybe you could come help me out?”

Mary Beth’s slim eyebrows drew together slightly. “Julia, I’d love to come and help, but-“

“I know you already have your own group, but Mary Beth, please!” the brunette clasped her hands together pleadingly. “I really need your help with this. It will only be a few minutes, I promise.”

The disguised goddess bit her lip, thinking it over. She really couldn’t leave her group all by themselves, but Julia looked really desperate and she’d hate to say no…

Just then she noticed a familiar looking security guard out of the corner of her eye and that’s when an idea popped into her head. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

At Julia’s nod, Mary Beth headed straight towards the guard. “Guicho!” she called out to get his attention.

The old man jumped and turned to scowl at the person, but when he saw it was her, his expression softened. “Yes, what is it?”

She didn’t answer him right away, instead she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the hallway so they could talk a bit more privately. Once she released his arm, he tried questioning her again. “Is there a problem, my dear?”

“Can you do something for me?”

A bushy, white eyebrow quirked up. “That depends. What is it?”

“Julia wants me to help with some of the kids in her group.” Mary Beth explained. “Can you watch my group until I get back?”

Guicho’s wrinkled face twisted into a frown. “Mi amor, you know how much I loathe children and besides I’m not even a tour guide.”

“It won’t be that bad. It will just be for a minutes. Beside it might do you some good to spend some time with them.” When saw he still had a doubtful look on his face, she decided to take drastic measures. Glancing around to make sure no was watching, she placed her hands gently on his face. “Please Balby,” she caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers and as expected he swooned under her touch. “For me?” she added, fluttering her eyelashes.

I hate it when she does that.’ Xibalba thought absentmindedly. He was probably going to kick himself later for doing this, but…

He sighed. “Very well, my dear, but just this once. Next time, you’ll have to figure something else out.”

Mary Beth beamed and kissed his cheek causing a silly grin to appear on his face. “Thank you, love. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She started to leave the hallway to go find Julia, but before she left completely, she said over her shoulder, “Oh and try to be nice to the children.”

Guicho snapped out of his daze. “I make no promises.” He headed back into the main room and went over to the group of kids over by one of the Aztec exhibits.

One boy noticed his approach and asked, “Who are you?”

“That’s not important. I’m just filling in for Mary Beth.”

“Where is she?”

He let out annoyed sigh. “If you must know, she had to go and take care of something. Now listen up, I’m going to lay down some rules.” the old guard gave them a stern look. “I won’t tolerate any backtalk so if you have a problem with what I’m doing, keep it yourselves and I don’t want to hear any questions unless their good ones. Got it?” Silence was the only response. “Good. Now shall we continue the tour?”

A spitball was fired and stuck to his forehead. The children laughed and the god felt his eye twitch.

This is going to be a very, very long day.’

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‘It won’t that bad, she says. It will do you some good to spend time with them, she says. Well I beg to differ!’

To say he was having a hard time would have been a big understatement. But he supposed it was partly his fault. After all, Xibalba never really interacted with children before and he really should have known better to agree to watch other them.

“She owns me big time for this.” he grumbled under his breath. Suddenly Guicho saw Mary Beth coming back and couldn’t help but let out a relived breath. He was about to open his mouth to say something to her when something happened.

A tall, young man stepped into the redhead path and started to chat with her and in one hands was a single rose.

Xibalba’s maroon colored eyes narrowed as a growl threatened to escape his throat. Just who did that little insect think he was trying to flit with his wife? He had to do something…but what?

His eyes trailed down to something hooked his belt and a sinister smile spread across his features. “Children,” he said, keeping his gaze focused on the two in front of him. “How would you like to learn something new?”

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“You looking rather nice today, Mary Beth.”

“Thank you, Mr. Smith.” She said politely, but still refused to take the rose that he offered to her.

“Please, call me Thomas.” He winked and smoothed his hair back in what he probably thought was a suave gesture. She barely suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. “So I was thinking maybe once you get off of work, you and I could have dinner together tonight?”

La Muerte almost sighed in exasperation. This wasn’t the first time Thomas had tried to ask her out, but no mater how many times she told him no, he still continued to ask her. “Mr. Smith-“

“Thomas.”

“Mr. Smith,” she said firmly, “As I’ve told you many times before I’m not interested and I would appreciate if you would please stop asking me.”

“Hey, come on,” Thomas tried to take a hold of her hand, but she quickly stepped backwards to avoid him. “Don’t be so-”

Thomas’ body suddenly jerked before he fell to the floor, twitching uncontrollably.

Mary Beth’s eyes widened and wondered what happened until she saw the two probes on his back. Her blue orbs followed the trail from the wires, to the hand that was holding the object the wires were connected to and up to the face that was smiling with much satisfaction.

“And that children is how you use a taser.”

“That was awesome!” Some of the boys in the group said.

“Xi-Guicho!” Mary Beth snapped. “That was completely unnecessary!”

“Oh, relax, he only stunned. He’ll be fine in a few minutes.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just help him up and take him to the hallway.” She leaned down closer to his ear to whisper. “We’ll talk more about this later.” She placed a smile back on her face as she addressed the children. “Come along, kids let’s finish the rest of your tour.”

Guicho grumbled and reluctantly slung one of Thomas’ arms around his shoulders. He dragged the man to the hallway and set him down on one of the benches.

Thomas groaned as he started to come to. “Ugh, what happened? Who-” he looked up at Guicho and when he saw the taser on his belt, put two and two together. “You tasered me! Man, what was that for?!”

“For one it was to get you to stop harassing my wife." Guicho said flatly.

"Your wife?” Thomas echoed and laughed. “Yeah, right, like she would really be married to some old guy like you. Besides, she not wearing a ring.”

The older man’s mouth curled into a sneer. “Just stay away from her if you know what’s good for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Thomas said challengingly as he stood up from his seat. “And what are you going to be about it if I don’t?”

Thomas had no idea what happened, but he found himself being held by the collar of his shirt and pressed up against the wall. He started fearfully at the elderly man who was apparently a lot stronger than he looked.

“Trust me boy,” Xibalba said darkly. “You have no idea who you’re messing with.”

He probably shouldn’t do this, but just to make sure he got his point across, Xibalba let his eyes change to their usual bright red color and sharpened his teeth to look like fangs.

Thomas’ face paled as his eyes widened. “What the he-“

Guicho threw the other man off to the side and onto the floor. “Get out. And if I ever catch you anywhere near her again, I will make you regret it.”

Thomas scrambled off the floor ”H-Hey chill, man. I’ll stay away her, I swear.”

“Excellent.” Guicho gave him this falsely pleasant smile before his face fell into an indifferent mask. “Now get out.”

Thomas didn’t need to be told twice. He bolted down the hall as fast as he could.

Guicho smirked. Well that took care of that. The guard turned on his heel and strolled to head back to his post.

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When the museum closed at the end of the day, Guicho found himself in  the room where the Book of Life was held searching for anyone that may have snuck in. He heard footsteps and whirled around to face the intruder, but relaxed when he saw it was only Mary Beth.

“Ah, there you are, my-ow!” He yelped as the red haired woman had came up to him and brought her hand down hard on his shoulder. He glared at her and they both changed back into their true forms. “What was that for?”

La Muetre placed her hand on her hips and narrowed her eyes. “Did you really have to taser him like that?”

“If you want an honest answer then, yes I did.” Xibalba replied, rubbing his sore shoulder.

She sighed. “Xibalba…”

“Oh, please he had it coming and you know it.”

The queen studied her husband for a long moment before it dawned on her and a teasing smile played on her lips. “Xibalba…where you jealous?”

The god looked taken back by the sudden question, but quickly tried to cover it up. “What? No, of course not! I just…” He turned away from her and crossed his arms over his chest. “I just didn’t like how he was flirting with you.”

“Oh Balby,” She strode up to him, placing a hand on his cheek and turned his face back to look at her. “You know there no reason to be jealous. I only have eyes for you.” And just rid him of any lingering doubts, she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

Almost instantly, Xibalba melted into her kiss. His wings drooped as his arms encircled around her waist to pull her flush against him. When they pulled away, he sighed. “I suppose I did overreact a little bit.”

“A little?” She laughed, twirling his beard around her finger.

“Okay a lot, but you can’t tell me you would do the same if you were me.”

“I can’t say I would go as far as you did, but I would be pretty upset if someone did start flirting with you…or if I thought your eyes are straying to someone else.”

Mi amor, I would never do such a thing!” The king placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “You are my one and only love.”

“And don’t you forget it."  La Muerte playfully tugged his beard. "Shall we go out explore the town for a bit?”

“Hmm…in a little bit. Right now…” Xibalba swung her around and dipped her lowly. “I just want to focus on my amazing and beautiful wife.”

She chuckled. “And I want to focus on my wonderful and sometimes jealous husband.”

He chortled in amusement before bending down to kiss her once more.

Author’s Notes: I got this idea from Leopardfang15 post of Gravepainters ideas. Oh, and Xibalba’s human disguise name came from another post from Artofshane since that’s actually his name when he’s a security guard.

My Blog is About Us: A Criminal Minds Imagine

A/N: Hi again, this is another Anne Nonnie request, for you being an agent with the BAU and running a blog dedicated to the things that happen between cases, and your crush on Spence, who you don’t think knows you even exist really.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Notta :) 

Imagine… 

One of the things that felt most comfortable under your fingers was a keyboard. Some people found comfort in touching skin, or the leather bound backing of their journal, or a cold bottle, but you found comfort in typing out the things that happened in your life and letting whoever wanted to see it see it.

When you became an intern with the BAU, you had this idea about starting a blog, but had no idea if anyone would really care about the things that were going on with you. That was until you actually published the blog, “Around the BAU” and started to gain followers like crazy.

People would send you fanmail and ask you questions about what your experience was as an agent, but you never told them anything that would get you in trouble, just little things that anyone could know about life in the FBI, and your friends, that were also your partners. 

This morning you had been about three paragraphs deep in something that had happened the night before, when Hotch had stuck his head into your office. 

“I was wondering if you could do me a favour?” his voice was insistent, and so you shut your laptop and nodded, your brow creased. 

“I really, really need to get Jack picked up but I can’t leave because of one of the most important meetings of my life, can you get him?” he’s begging you, and there’s now say no when Jack is one of the best children you had ever met. 

“Of course I can, I’ll get my keys and you can give me the address” you second guess finishing your post before getting on the road, but there’s just no way you can make him wait wherever he is anymore. 

“He’s with Beth, but she needs to go out and there’s nobody else who can take him, and I’m running late” he puts a slip of paper into the palm of your hand and hurries down the corridor, regret clear in his face. 

“Don’t worry Hotch!” you call after him, reading over the number and street before cramming it in your pocket and jogging to your car. 

You know where you’re going, but it still feels like it takes forever for you to get there, and when you do, Jack runs out to you with Beth behind him, carrying his bag. 

“Thank you so much Y/N! I didn’t know if anyone could get him, I’m so thankful you’re here” she hands over his things and he crawls into the back seat, buckling his seat belt. 

“You’re welcome Beth, I better get him back to the office” she smiles, gripping your shoulder before taking off to her own truck as you slide into the driver’s seat and turn around so you can talk to the young boy.

“So Jack, how are you?” you turn the key and watch over your shoulder as you back up and put it in drive, on your way back to the BAU. 

“I’m hungry, can we get something to eat?” his voice is so sincere and you realize how hungry you really are as well, and nod. 

“I think your dad wouldn’t mind, let’s go get something to eat” you’re content with letting him choose the place, and when he asks if you can eat inside, you’re content with letting him take his time, and you sign on through your phone.

You moan as you realize that you have to start all over again with your story from earlier, but you do, tagging the picture you took of JJ asleep on the round table, coffee gripped in her hand but the rest of her completely out like a light. 

“Aunt Y/N, can we go see Dad now?” he’s such a polite boy, and you can’t help but fall for his voice every time he speaks. 

“Of course we can, let’s go buddy” he carries his won leftovers, and sips his drink while you get everything situated in the back seat. 

“Dad says that Uncle Spencer likes you” he says quietly, as you wheel around, taking the corner sharply. “Did he? Well I’m just an intern, I don’t really interact with Uncle Spence very often”.

It’s a quicker getting to the building than it was going away from it, and he confidently takes the lead, going straight up to your door and waiting for you to let him in. 

“if you wanna go for a walk, go ahead pal, just don’t get too far okay? Your Dad should be done in about half an hour” he thanks you and sets his bag down before picking a direction to go and leaving you in your office, in silence. 

You get back to your blog, and write about Morgan this morning, how he came in all sweaty and tired, breathing heavily and wiping at his face and when Garcia met him at the front door, she couldn’t help but crack jokes and tease him about what he could have possibly been doing. 

You’re halfway through a third post, about a fellow intern from another division asking the director what the director’s name was, because he was meeting her today and wanted to meet on good terms, when there’s a knock and you look up. 

“Hey, how can I help you?” your voice dies out in your throat as Spencer smiles at you, his head just peeking around the door frame. 

“Hi, I’m Spencer, you’re Y/N, right?” you stammer a bit before composing yourself, and nod, “I didn’t think you even knew my name, yea, that’s me”. He nods, “I just wanted to tell you that I really like you, and your blog is genius”. 

Your heart nearly crumples up in your chest, you wrote all the time about him, and how you felt for him, and now he knew about it. 

“Thank you, that’s embarrassing” his laugh causes the slightest relief but your face is burning with a blush. 

“Not at all, I feel the same for you” he winks, before ducking back out of the room and striding down the hall. You fight yourself as your body pulls to chase after him, and you shake your head.

“Well I’ll be damned”