rail away

SU Theory: The Use Of Feeling Blue? - Their Use *IS*Feeling Blue!!

I’m going to start off by saying this is going to sound absolutely insane, but please please hear me out until the end. 

That Will Be All starts things off by revealing Blue Diamond, immediately shown crying over the loss of Pink Diamond. 

Now that is one stark contrast from what we originally saw of her back in The Answer

She was hardened then, willing to shatter a gem, even if that gem saved the life of a valued member of her court. Imagine disregarding a selfless act like that? That is ice cold.

But now, she’s broken. Thousands of years later, we learn, after having a taste of her own medicine, that all she does is spend time going back and forth between the Earth and the Zoo.

She abandons her post so much that Yellow had to come check on the zoo to catch her there again, and starts to sing a song to try to make her feel better.

It’s pretty clear that Blue is content mourning Pink forever, even willing to abandon her position as leader to do it. That’s some serious regret. 

And when Yellow suggests forgetting about Pink?

Nah. That’s not happening. It’s pretty clear Blue is having serious trouble letting go of the past. She seems to desperately want a do-over.

We’ve seen this character dynamic before.

I suspect the color parallels between Greg/Pearl and Yellow/Blue Diamond in Mr. Greg and this episode are foreshadowing.

Greg is Yellow, and Pearl is Blue. Pearl was unable to let go of the past, unable to get over losing Rose. Blue Diamond can’t accept having lost Pink. Even the names of their lost loved ones is the same name in different languages, it can’t get much more in your face than that really. They even fucking color coded it for us.

Greg helped Pearl move on after having been considered an enemy by Pearl for ages. Yellow Diamond is shown consistently trying to help Blue, doing anything in her power to do so, despite Blue’s clear disdain of Yellow’s efforts. 

But that’s where the similarities end, after that we end up with some interesting contrasts:

In Mr Greg, Steven was singing them a song that reminded them they’re all family, and how they needed someone who knew what they’re going through.

But in That Will Be All?

There’s empathy in the song, sure, Yellow understands Blue’s pain, but 

She’s lying to herself. She hasn’t moved on at all. Her repeating of the question ”What’s the use of feeling?” at the end implies she curses her own emotions for being so hard to repress. That’s why she wants to destroy the planet and forget about Pink altogether. They’re not talking anything out, Yellow is trying to push Blue along. Push herself along. She grasps the railing turning away from Blue Diamond as though in shame, here she was claiming to be above it all yet the moment she lets herself remember just a bit, she deteriorates. As though it’s the first time she’s allowing herself to feel anything about Pink’s death in thousands of years.

So the difference is, Steven’s song was about getting closure, while Yellow’s is more about repressing and damning the emotions that she can’t resolve. She was just projecting onto Blue.

That’s not all though. 

Greg was able to heal part of the pain of losing Rose by raising Steven, by telling him about his mom, by re-living his memories of his dead wifu with his son. What i mean is, having his son there to share in the pain of missing Rose helped a lot. Helps both of them a lot.

And as for Pearl, whenever she needed to, she could bring up a hologram of Rose and literally re-live her PTSD memories ad nauseum to get them all out of her system. In a way, she did get her do-over. She, at the very least, got to work out how to say goodbye, so that by the time she and Greg squashed the beef, she was ready and could finally move on to Mystery Girl.

But with the Diamonds? it’s a much more tragic picture. Yellow is in denial and wants to rush through/repress her pain and destroy the things that remind her of her loss. She refuses to face it. Blue on the other hand just can’t stop facing it. Not until she gets some sort of closure like Pearl. But that’s impossible, right?

I thought so too, until I heard this line;

WHAT!?

Hold the fuck up. Employ????? Blue wants to employ the Rose Quartz line? 

ALL OF THEM!??

Why?!?  Welp, hold on to your butts;

Yellow Diamond sings two pertinent verses: 

“Why would you want to employ her
Subjects that destroyed her?
Why keep up her silly
Zoo? Oh, tell me
What’s the use of feeling, Blue?“

and

“An army has a use
They can go and fight a war
A Sapphire has a use
She can tell you what it’s for
An Agate terrifies
A Lapis terraforms“

Yellow is juxtaposing the use of the Rose Quartz gems, as well as other gems in their society, with the use of emotions. What has Steven Universe been teaching us this whole time about emotions? What can they help you do? 

Heal. 

What else have we seen that heals things? 

Tears.

Blue claims she wants to go to Earth to preserve specimens. 

But what if she’s looking for her do-over instead? What if her regret and depression are so deep, they’ve driven her to want to go down to Earth to find Pink’s shards and have the Rose Quartz line, the entire line, cry on them? 

BONUS:

Whatever happens, the Rose Quartz line’s healing tears can be used to fix other huge, previously unsolvable problems:

Viktor and Yuuri do an engagement photoshoot after the season ends and after they get officially engaged. I say ‘officially engaged’ because Viktor thinks they’ve been engaged this whole time, but Yuuri Katsuki probably won’t accept anything other than Viktor getting down on one knee in front of God and everybody and carefully announcing the words, “Yuuri Katsuki. Yes, you. Love of my life. Light of my world. Will you marry me? As in be my husband? As in be bonded to me by the rite of holy matrimony for as long as we both shall live?”

So they do an engagement photo shoot once all of this happens, mostly because their fans cry ugly tears at them over multiple social media platforms until they do it, but also because Phichit has this Shiny New Photography Degree that he’s aching to do something with, and because they both agree that they want something to remember the whole thing by.

And of course, the whole world is going wild imagining what Viktor “Extra” Nikiforov’s engagement pictures will look like. There will be skates. There will be gold medals. There will be costumes with either sequins or feathers or maybe both. The eye make-up will be able to kill a man and it will look like a Cirque du Soleil publicity release. There might be doves? Probably artificial snow. Will Katsuki even be IN them or will it just be Nikiforov, standing there and looking profoundly and intensely Russian.

When the photos are finally released, they are posted very quietly to Instagram at one o’clock in the afternoon on a Wednesday. Phichit posts the whole roll on an account he has exclusively for his more professional photography; they are all captioned, “Celebrating the engagement of my two good friends and two good people, Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov.”

They aren’t what anyone was expecting.

The pictures are taken in the Saint Petersburg flat. Yuuri and Viktor are both barefoot in most of the pictures. They are wearing matching sweaters, both in subtle and calm shades of blue. Black jeans. In one picture, Yuuri is kissing Viktor’s cheek and Viktor is looking at the camera with soft eyes and soft mouth and imperfect hair. In another, Yuuri is sitting on the couch with Makkachin draped over his lap; Viktor is standing behind with his arms braced on the back, almost like he’s presenting them; this is them, my little family, the two beings in the world who mean the most to me. 

The picture that gets the most likes–the only one that Yuuri reposts; the only one that Viktor cross posts to all of his social media; the one that ends up being printed out and hung in apartments and houses around the world, from Hasetsu to Saint Petersburg to Bangkok–is taken on the little balcony off their bedroom. The sun is setting, and Viktor has Yuuri between himself and the railing. They are facing away from the camera. Phichit told them to hold their rings up to the sun, and they did. The shot is done over Viktor’s shoulder–silver hair, the top of a raven-haired head, and two hands stretching out towards the sky, rings glinting gold.

marino-kun  asked:

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!

*

“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

Keep reading

Borderline Make Outs

MariChat May 28th: Kiss it better

(ao3)

Summary: Chat provokes Marinette.

Warning: T-rated Sin ahead.


“What do you mean ‘kiss it better’?!” Marinette puffed her cheeks out in anger. “My kisses are plenty good enough you, you no good cat!”

Chat nonchalantly leaned against the rails on her balcony. “I don’t know, you seem like the type to be inexperienced.” He said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Marinette glared at him. “My kisses are great!”

He smirked. “Prove it.”

Answering his challenge, Marinette grabbed onto his bell and tugged him down to her lips.

The feeling of her lips on his made Chat’s smirk fall of his face. They were soft and pliant and so Marinette that he couldn’t help but gently pull her closer. The tiny mewl she let out as he pulled her in made his head go a little fuzzy.

The girl’s eyes glazed over as she desperately pulled him in closer by tugging on his bell. The want for him in those eyes lit a fire in Chat that could only be cooled by more of her.

He was granted more when she pushed her soft tongue into his mouth. He couldn’t help but purr at the feeling of her exploring his mouth and fighting his tongue.

Without breaking from their kiss Chat slid his clawed hands up to cup her face and gently rub small patterns into her cheeks. She responded by entangling her small soft hands in his fluffy hair.

He couldn’t help the moan of approval when her hand accidently scratched behind his ear. Marinette’s eye’s widened a fraction and then her nails were gently scraping his scalp, paying special attention to that pleasurable spot she had found behind his ears.

In response he fought her tongue back into her mouth. The feeling of her mouth was far more than Chat was able to deal with at the moment. His tongue started exploring every inch of her hot mouth while her own more agile tongue continued to run along his.

He let out an embarrassing mewl when she pulled back to gently suck on his tongue. He felt her smirk against his mouth. He slid his hands from where they were cupping her cheeks back down to her sides where he then dug his claws into her. She let out a small keening moan in response that blew away whatever was left of Chat’s mind.

They only broke apart for a breath before Chat brought up a hand to tilt her head to the side. He pressed his lips against hers once again. He couldn’t help purring at the feel of her soft lips on his and her hands still sliding through his blonde hair, sharp nails scratching an itch he didn’t know he had.

The feeling of her soft body against his, this close, was intoxicating. Her moans even more intoxicating. The noises his cute classmate were making only fueled that new obsession. In an attempt to drag more of those wonderful sounds out of her he nibbled at her lip and smiled when he got a soft squeak out of her. He dragged his claws gently down her back and was rewarded with her parting their mouths so she could let out a low moan.

His eyes drifted to her neck and wondered what noises he could pull out of her by switching his attention to it.

He frowned when he realized he couldn’t easily reach her neck from where he leaned back on the balcony rails. Quickly pulling farther away from her, which earned a soft whimper and a plea to continue, he lifted her up by her thighs and placed her on the railing.

Her new position allowed him to drive his face into her neck. She once again buried her hands in his hair (he was starting to think she really liked it) as he gently trailed his tongue across her neck. Her low moan turning into a small yelp as he nibbled and bit at her skin. She whimpered when he pulled back to admire the small bruise he had left on her.

When he didn’t immediately continue Marinette dragged him up to her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. This time his cute friend dominated the kiss completely. Using his hair she shifted his head to get a better angle to deepen the kiss. She wrestled his tongue until all he could do was accept hers exploring his mouth.

At the same time she was once again scratching behind his ears which drew out a deep purr from deep within him. She hummed happily into his mouth before gently rubbing her hand up and down his cat ears. The feeling of her soft hands on his ears made him crave her even more.

They finally broke apart and Marinette let her arms slide to rest on his shoulders with a smirk, his hands still rested on her hips from when he had sat her on the rails. She was the first to speak.

“How’s that for inexperienced?” She asked breathlessly her cheeks flushed handsomely.

Flushing himself Chat chuckled, pulled her closer, and hummed in consideration. “I don’t know.” At her offended look he placed a gentle kiss on the side of her mouth. “I might need some more demonstrations.” He winked.

Marinette wasted no time and soon enough he was once again drowning in her.

anonymous asked:

82 and 83 eleven/rose (bc for some reason i am obsessed) for the "ways to say i love you" list.

82: “I was in the neighbourhood.”

83: “Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”

This was written from this list of prompts, which I reblogged from @doctorroseprompts. Feel free to keep prompting me!

AO3

The Doctor’s head suddenly ached, and he pressed his palms into his eyes. The TARDIS’s hum increased in pitch, as though the old girl was excited, but why on earth was she excited he had a sudden headache?

Hello?

The Doctor froze, suddenly recognizing the headache for what it was. It wasn’t a headache at all. It was the sudden absence of an ache, and ache that had been plaguing him for ten years.

His hearts galloped in his chest and he tentatively lowered his telepathic barriers.

Hello? he called out.

Doctor?

His mind was awash with light, and with that light came warmth, happiness, and love, but also disbelief and incredulity.

Rose, he rasped. Oh, Rose! Where are you? Are you all right? How are you here? What happened?

Well, you know, I was in the neighborhood, she joked weakly. I can tell you the full story when I see you. If you want.

I want, he said firmly, his hands already turning dials to take him into flight. Stay there. I’m coming to get you.

As he moved to set the coordinates, he asked sheepishly, Er, where exactly are you, love?

She was on Earth, thankfully, and she gave him her location as well as the date and time.

I’m on my way, the Doctor said, flipping the lever and sending them into flight. But as they moved through the Vortex, his stomach filled with dread. A lot had happened in those ten years. He wasn’t the same man he was when she was lost at Canary Wharf. Literally.

He ran his hands through his floppy hair and down his large, square chin. What would she think? What would she say? Would she still want him, even though he wasn’t the same Doctor.

You all right? she asked quietly, her nerves clearly on display upon picking up on his sudden distress.

Er, yeah. Sort of. You’ll see. I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you. But Rose, I love you. I love you so much and I’ve missed you more than I could possibly tell you.

I love you, too, Rose said. And I missed you, too. I missed this. She slipped her mind tight against his, and the Doctor’s eyes fluttered shut at the familiar sensation.

Does it… do I… does the bond still feel the same? he asked. He wasn’t sure if regeneration would change how he felt in her mind. She still felt the same to him.

Of course. Why wouldn’t you? She suddenly felt uneasy, and the Doctor wanted to wrap her up in reassurances, but he was nearly paralyzed by his own fear and insecurity as the TARDIS landed with a light thump.

You’ll see. I’m here, love.

The doors of the TARDIS had already swung open, and Rose stepped into the ship. His hearts stuttered in his chest as he looked upon his bondmate for the first time in too many years.

“You’ve redecorated!” she exclaimed, and he felt her excitement and slight surprise at the new console. The surprise melted into fondness as she trailed her hand along the railing, and she looked away from the bright orange interior of their home to gaze up at him. Her mind went blank and quiet, and the Doctor’s fear seemed to choke him.

“You’ve… you’ve regenerated,” she said softly, still standing on the ramp.

“Yeah,” the Doctor whispered. “A few years ago, now. What do you think?”

“How long?” Rose asked, finally walking up to him.

He furrowed his brows. “I just said. A few years.”

“No, no,” Rose corrected. “Since Canary Wharf. How long?”

A lump lodged in the Doctor’s throat, and he managed to rasp, “Too long. Ten years, maybe? Not sure. All a bit of a blur.”

“Ten years?” Rose repeated, her face falling.

The Doctor nodded, and he wished desperately that Rose would give him a sign, any sign, that she still wanted him.

“Oh!”

Rose clapped a hand to her mouth as her eyes filled with tears, and suddenly his mind was surrounded by hers, and she was stepping towards him. He watched with bated breath, barely daring to believe, but yes! She walked right up to him and she lifted her arms and set them around his shoulders, and he was home.

Something broke in his chest, and a dry sob heaved its way up his throat, and he crushed her to him, never wanting to let her go again.

Of course I want you, you daft man! The Doctor was surprised by the hurt coloring her tone. I promised you that years back. And when we bonded… How could you think that just because you regenerated that I’d leave?

The Doctor shrugged helplessly and clung to her more tightly.

I’m sorry, he said. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… I’m sorry, love. Please forgive me.

I love you, Doctor. You. Not your body. I’ll love you in any body, in any time, in any place. Forever.

The quoting of her wedding vows made tears sting in his eyes, and he pulled back to look at his bondmate. His Rose.

“I really, really missed you,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed his lips to her forehead. He buried his nose into her hair, inhaling deeply. She smelled different than he was expecting, but still good, and underneath the artificial aromas of her shampoo, and the slightly oily, dusty smell of however she managed to come home, was a scent that he could only ever define as Rose. “I missed you every day, Rose. I never stopped looking. I swear to you! I never stopped! So how are you here with me? Because I would’ve come to get you if I knew it was possible!”

“I know you would’ve,” Rose soothed. “My story is quite a long one, too. And I want to know everything that’s happened to you since we’ve been apart. Especially your regeneration. Were you alone when it happened?”

The Doctor nodded. But then he paused and said, “Well, not completely. I went back and visited friends, first. A final farewell. And… And you, love. I went back to see you. Risky, I know, but I couldn’t bear leaving that body without seeing you one last time.”

As he spoke, the Doctor watched her eyes go hazy, lost in the memory he was sure had unlocked. Tears filled her eyes as they both wandered through the memories of nineteen-year-old Rose as she unknowingly spoke to her dying husband.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tucking her head against his shoulder again. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you in the way I should have been. But never again, yeah? I’m home, and I’m never leaving you again. We can continue our forever again.”

The Doctor smiled, feeling happier than he ever remembered feeling. He cradled Rose’s cheeks in his hands and tilted her head up as he bent down, until their faces were close enough that he could catch her lips for a kiss. It felt different. Brilliant, but different. His lips and mouth were still relatively new, never been kissed, and it took them a minute to find a rhythm. He shied away from nips on his bottom lip that would’ve driven his old self mad, but he melted into the way her tongue flicked across the ridges on the roof of his mouth.

He felt ten years’ worth of desire swell up inside him, and he dropped his hands to her bum to pull her flush against him.

“Can we…” His voice escaped him, and he closed his eyes and opened himself up to their bond to let her know exactly what he wanted. She moaned and pressed herself closer, her own arousal adding to the intoxicating cocktail of hormones they were generating.

“Yes, please,” Rose murmured.

The Doctor pressed a parting kiss to her lips, and pulled away to send them into the Vortex.

“Care to do the honors, my love?” he asked, gesturing grandly at the dematerialization lever.

“Together,” Rose said, reaching out to take his hand.

She pressed a kiss to his knuckles and set their joined hands on the lever, and together they sent themselves into the privacy of the Vortex, where they could take however long they liked to reconnect and make up for all of the time they’d lost.

Here For You

Nikki Bella/OC. For Anon: Reader works backstage and is still young and new to the set up, so she gets the simple enough task of keeping Nikki Bella busy and out of sight until her return. She accomplishes it with glowing praise from Nikki! They just leave out that it was accomplished with hot sex against every corner of the bus.

Keep reading