rubble stone

I found the most delicate boy,
who steals looks when the thinks
I don’t notice.
And, oh, he’s going to ruin me.
He really is.
I already know it.

He watches like he’s afraid
to want me and I
watch like I’m afraid
to be wrong.
I am cataloging every look,
every sideways glance,
every shy smile that has us
both looking at our laps.

My chest feels heavy.
My hands are too warm
to keep all to myself
and I’m burning up.
Like an ancient sun.
And I want him.
And it’s going to ruin me.
I just know it.

—  mama, I think I figured out how wind makes rubble out of stone, by Ashe Vernon
Ask me where have I been
and I’ll tell you: “Things keep on happening.”
I must talk of the rubble that darkens the stones;
of the river’s duration, destroying itself;
I know only the things that the birds have abandoned,
or the ocean behind me, or my sorrowing sister.
Why the distinctions of place? Why should day
follow day? Why must the blackness
of nighttime collect in our mouths? Why the dead?
—  Pablo Neruda, from There’s No Forgetting (Sonata)
Counting Breaths (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Prompt: “Could you do a Bucky x reader where she has powers that could level the whole tower and he is the only one that can calm her down?”

Originally posted by seabasschino

You could feel it coming on before it actually hit you - a rising panic that started in your abdomen, clawing its way up your chest until it wrapped around your windpipe, sending your breathing pattern into hysterics.

It wasn’t often that you had panic attacks; in fact, ever since you’d gotten close to Bucky Barnes, they’d kept their distance. There was just something about the Winter Soldier that you empathized with; you saw the hurt that constantly lingered in the back of his eyes, and you could tell that he hated the way people feared him. Even though he’d let Steve bring him to live in the tower, Tony still treated him as if he were a loaded gun pointed at his head, ready to strike a killing blow any second. Natasha and Clint were weary of him, and most people felt sorry for the torture he’d endured, so they didn’t really know how to talk to him.

Like how they treated you. Everyone liked you and thought of you as one of their own, but they knew you were dangerous. They couldn’t really ever forget it, and so there was always an edge of weariness when they spoke with you. You’d had powers since you were born, you see - powers that caused the earth to tremble and bend in anyway you wanted it to. Most of the time, you used it to help with the rebuilding projects that were still going on ever since Loki’s attack on New York, moving piles of rubble and stone away from plots of land, sometimes travelling to disaster areas after an earthquake or tsunami to help dig people out of the destruction.

Other times, though, it wasn’t so easy to control. And these times usually happened during one of your infamous panic attacks.

Even now, as you crouched down where you stood in one of the living rooms on the residential floor of the tower, you could feel the ground slightly trembling, knowing that it must be worse on the lower levels of the tower. Clutching your knees to your chest, you tried to recall the breathing exercises you’d taught yourself, but it was all flying out of your head as you focussed on trying to breathe and fighting the anxiety crippling and crushing you.

You didn’t know how long you sat like that until you felt something cool and metallic take your hand, but when you finally did look up, you saw Bucky crouching down in front of you, a soft, small, worried smile perched on his lips.

“Hey, kid,” he whispered, placing his flesh hand against your cheek, not caring when it got wet from the tears you hadn’t known you’d been shedding. “You don’t look so good. You having another episode?”

A broken sob parted your lips, and all you could do was nod and lean into his touch, indicating you wanted physical comfort.

“Ok, doll,” he sighed, suddenly picking you up and carrying you to the sofa. He sat down with you in his lap and slowly, gently started to rock the two of you back and forth, shushing you softly below his breath, lips moving against your hair.

“It’s all ok, hon,” he sighed, not even looking up when Tony and Bruce came running into the room to investigate what was causing the tower to vibrate like that. “I’m here, and I’m gonna take care of you, ok? Just focus on my breathing.”

Bucky took one of your smaller hands in his and pressed it to his chest, taking deep, exaggerated breaths.

“Just like that, see? If an old man like me can do it, so can you,” he smiled, and you tried your best to breathe like he was, eventually matching his rhythm and starting to feel the coil around your chest slowly start to unwind. Before you knew it, the building stopped its trembling, leaving you feeling exhausted.

Leaning your head against Bucky’s shoulder, you let your eyes close as he stopped rocking you, and then soft lips that you’d thought about too many times were pressed gently to your forehead.

“There’s my best girl,” he grinned, a soft, adoring look in his eyes as he looked down at you. “Feeling a little better?”

“Yes,” you whispered, trying to give him a smile in return.

“That’s great, (Y/N),” he murmured back. “Now. I’m gonna lay you on this couch and get you some water, ok? And when we come back you can tell me what brought all that on. Deal?”


With that, he laid you down against the soft cushions and pushed himself to his feet, not even glancing towards Tony and Bruce as he went through the motions of getting you water.

When he had it ready for you, he started back to the living room, opening his mouth to say something before the words died on his tongue upon seeing what was in front of him.

There you were, curled up into a ball on the couch, eyes closed in a deep and much-needed sleep. Once more, that quiet, soft smile came to his mouth, and he sat the glass on the end table by your head, stooping down to peck your forehead one more time.

“God, I love you,” he whispered, saying it now as you slept. He’d never had the courage to tell you, but now, as he watched you in such a peaceful, vulnerable state, he knew it was the truth. What he didn’t know, however, was that you were just awake enough to smile at his words, mumbling under your breath before finally surrendering to slumber.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

Coming 4/20 for Miniseries April: “Sher Trek” Part 1

A four-part Sherlock / Star Trek fusion fic / miniseries begins at AO3 on Thursday, April 20 as part of‘s Miniseries April. Episode 1:

Captain John Watson and Enterprise are ordered to Janus VI, where a series of mysterious killings have halted production of the vital mineral pergium. But Watson’s orders to get the mining facility up and running aren’t made any simpler by his brilliant new First Officer’s stubborn insistence that the deaths aren’t what they seem — or by the discovery of the attempted genocide of a hitherto unknown alien species. Watson must now risk his new command on the deductions of a regulations-averse Vulcan and the chance that if the humans in this situation won’t see sense, maybe the aliens will…

The first part of this four-part fic will be published at AO3 on Thursday, April 20, 2017.  Parts 2, 3 and 4 will be published on April 27, May 4 and May 11: each new episode’s title and teaser will be revealed at the end of the episode preceding it.

Click “keep reading” for a preview excerpt from “A Study in Darkness”…

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a one shot taagnus fic I wrote today. not really aiming anywhere with it, just…exploring ideas and thoughts. for @spacetaako

Ashes fell from a pale sky. Like a cruel mockery of early snow the gray flocks were slowly sinking down onto the scorched and blackened remains of what not so long ago had been an extraordinary, flourishing town. Rubble, stones and piles of still smoking wood were lining up row after row like miserable mountains and only specks of former life remained amongst them. Smoldering books, faint shapes of furniture.

Splintered porcelain cracked beneath his boots as he wandered through the desolated corpse of his home like a ghost. Was it the smoke that was burning his eyes or was it tears? Was the poisoned air setting his throat on fire or had he screamed himself raw? He did not know. Why was he back in this hell, in this gray, godforsaken place? He did not know.

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You fell through one of the many holes in the collapsed roof, crashing down harshly upon a pile of stone rubble. The shock of the impact knocked the wind out of you and for a moment you feared you had somehow fallen back into your own world. Wouldn’t that be just your luck? Your vision cleared and you looked around the gray chamber, the walls leaning and crumbling inward. You reached out slowly to retrieve the sword which had clattered from your grip and used it to help yourself to your feet.

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i feel like the fact that (from what i’ve seen) people’s favorite moment of the homecoming movie was towards the end when it was peter, in his homemade outfit, following his own moral code, under a pile of rubble and stone, broken and beaten before raising himself back up. there’s no techy a.i’ish suit, there’s not iron man to really guide him (minus that first voice over bit which i will ignore). peter calling on the strength of himself and spiderman before pushing the debris off of him is really showing the off the markness of the movie. that’s the peter parker/spider man people wanted to see. not this techy suit flashy thing but the actualy spiderman

A God’s pupil Loki x teen reader

This one was actually a request that I was given on wattpad PLUS a prompt that I came across on “Imagine Loki”’s tumblr page, I may post this request on their pg idk I still need to figure out how do you submit other work onto other tumblrs and review their guidelines. Anyways I’m glad people are starting to like the stories I’m putting up :)

“Imagine Loki coming across a group of children picking on another child who is younger, smaller, and obviously defenseless. He comes to his/her’s aid, remembering how it felt when other Asgardian children picked on him growing up. After comforting the child, he offers to show them some magic, whereupon he accidentally discovers this child has a talent for sorcery. He decides to take the child under his wing and make him/her his student, watching them grow up over the years. He teaches them magic, how to fight, and how to outsmart their opponents. The two become very close, and consider each other family. One day, years later, Loki’s protégé is confronted by the same bullies who tormented him/her years earlier. Thanks to Loki’s training, his/her tormentors are defeated, and they call a truce. Loki watches from afar, secretly, with a proud grin on his face.“


I can’t believe that witless oaf Thor has forced me to stay down here in Midgard as punishment for my crimes. I would rather be locked for eternity in the dungeons or even death would be a more pleasant punishment than staying down here, living with his ‘Avenger’ friends. I would give anything to be anywhere else in all the nine realms but here where hardly anyone is of use to me, the Midgardians always fighting amongst each other for the most stupidest of reasons, they needed to be ruled, which I would’ve easily done had it not been for those meddling Avengers.

Luckily I managed to sneak out of the Tower and disguise myself to hide among the crowd so those oafs wouldn’t find me.  One can only take so much from being in that tower.

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Rewritten, Chapter 25: The Final Battle

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Link had been in Hyrule Castle once before, however briefly, and was not excited to revisit. But with the sword and some newfound faith in himself, he had no choice but to continue with the momentum he’d gained in the last few days. There was no stopping now. He could feel time running out, and he had to get to Zelda… had to bring everything, as much as could be done, back to normal.

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In a world of dungeons and dragons. . .

Chapter 1

“You shouldn’t have called him stupid, Dustin!”
“He was asking for it!”
“They’re ALWAYS asking for it!”
“GUYS!” Mike yelled over his shoulder, curbing the impulse to roll his eyes. “Run now, fight later!” He turned his attention back to the never-ending corridor before them, trying to ignore the thundering footsteps of Brenner’s angry cronies close behind them.
“How big is this place, anyway?” Dustin wheezed. “I’m dying here!”
“Who cares? We aren’t going to stick around long enough to find out! Here!” Mike shouted, pointing down the next corridor. They raced through it and ran smack into a dead end, all four boys slamming into the stone wall with a resounding thud.
“Dammit,” Lucas hissed under his breath as he disentangled his bow from the folds of his cloak. “What are we going to do now?”
“They’re coming!” Will jumped to his feet and drew his sword just as twenty of Brenner’s soldiers ran around the corner and into the corridor.
“You know what I said about fighting earlier?” Mike said, drawing his own sword. “I think now might be a good time.”
“Way ahead of you,” Dustin grinned.
And then they were upon them. The clash of swords filled the corridor as the boys and the soldiers were locked in battle. Will, smallest of the group, had the best advantage, darting in and out between soldiers and catching them off guard, knocking them off their feet. Lucas went through arrow after arrow, letting them fly into the crowd, each hitting their mark in the arm of a soldier. Mike and Dustin fought off the largest part of the group, doing their best to drive them back with jabs to the arms and sides.
But try as they might, twenty against four were terrible odds, and the boys were driven further and further down the corridor until they were pressed back up against the wall. Mike could see his reflection in the sword of the soldier sneering in front of him and he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the impact.
His eyes snapped open. The soldiers had stopped and were lowering their swords, turning to watch someone cut through their ranks. Mike looked to Lucas, whose face was mirroring the relief and confusion he felt. He shrugged and shook his head. What had made them stop? Mike craned his neck to look down the corridor, his stomach curdling as he realized why that voice had sounded so familiar.
“Brenner,” Dustin growled through gritted teeth.
A tall, white-haired man cut through the ranks, an all-too-familiar smirk on his face as he came to a halt in front of the boys. Lucas let an arrow fly, but at the last moment, Brenner leaned out of the way and it struck a soldier in the arm instead.
“Dammit,” Lucas hissed as the soldier groaned in pain. Brenner rolled his eyes.
“Forty against four. Was that worth the wasted arrow?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t we try again? Don’t move this time.”
Brenner chuckled, his black eyes narrowed.
“Charming, as always. Now, to what do I owe the pleasure? Come to steal away my most priceless possession?”
“What is it this time? Some stupid necklace or something?” Mike rolled his eyes. “Whatever it is, we don’t want it.”
“Yeah! We’re on a completely different mission,” Dustin said before Lucas elbowed him hard in the side. “Ow!” he hissed.
Brenner’s lips twitched. “From Mr. Clarke? Ah yes, how IS your fearless leader? Obviously not training you as well as he used to. Running straight into the heart of my labyrinth?” Brenner shook his head, clicking his tongue. “Sloppy.”
Will glared. “You’re the one who chased us in here!”
Brenner waved a gloved hand. “Details are irrelevant. But now I can’t let you leave. You’re all witnesses.”
“To what? You being an idiot?” Lucas snapped.
Brenner smiled and regarded them for a moment, searching their faces in a way that made them all squirm. After a moment, he seemed satisfied and nodded, his lip curling. “Alright. I’ll let you go. After,” he said, holding up a gloved hand. “You’ve seen it.”
“Seen what?” Lucas spat. Mike elbowed him in the side, meeting his eyes with a warning glance.
The smile on Brenner’s face widened, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. “My creature, of course. Bring them,” he ordered with a flick of his wrist. Eight soldiers rushed forward and seized the boys, lifting them above the ground by their arms.
“Hey, we can walk!” Dustin snapped, kicking his legs furiously. Brenner chuckled and another flick of his wrist set them back on the ground.
“Now come along,” Brenner called, turning and gliding down the corridor, his cloak brushing across the stones.
“Guys,” Will whispered, barely moving his lips. “We really need to get out of here. This is our chance.”
“You want to run through all these guys?” Lucas muttered back, eyeing the soldiers surrounding them with the same frustration that filled Will’s voice.
“It’s probably just another stupid necklace or something,” Dustin murmured. “Remember last time? We can make a break while he’s drooling over it.” A jab in the back from one of the soldiers sent Dustin and the rest of the boys back into a scowling silence.
“Do… do you think Mr. Clarke’ll come looking for us?” Will whispered, breaking the silence.
Lucas scoffed. “Doubt it. He said this mission could take a couple days. He’ll probably start worrying day after tomorrow.”
“I told you this place didn’t look like a cave,” Dustin muttered.
“Hey, don’t start,” Mike warned, eyes fixed on the back of Brenner’s head. “We’re in enough trouble already! Let’s just get this over with.”
Brenner led them through corridor after winding corridor, making sharp turns that were unpredictable but obviously calculated. Every time he stopped, he watched the crossing, as if waiting for some kind of sign. Then he would take off again, just as quickly as before, making the rest of the group run to catch up, Dustin taking special care to delay so he could “accidentally” tread on his soldiers’ feet. The farther they went, the colder it became, and the farther they went, the worse Mike felt. He could have said something to keep them from even coming near this place. Lucas was right: they were completely on their own here and completely at Brenner’s mercy, if that was even the right word.
Eventually, Brenner came to a halt in front of a black door. With a flourish, he swept aside his cloak and produced a huge ring of black iron keys. He placed one of the keys in the lock and the heavy tumblers clicked ominously. He turned back to the boys, placing the keys back in his pocket with a smug grin.
“We’re here.” He pushed the door open and beckoned them inside. Mike dug his heels into the ground, and noticed his friends doing the same as the soldiers pushed against them.
“I don’t feel good about this,” Dustin mumbled to Lucas.
“When do you feel good about anything?” he snapped back. The soldiers heaved and sent the boys stumbling through the doorway.
Just as they got their balance back, Brenner swirled through the door and slammed it shut, locking it with the iron key. Mike swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness lit by only a few torches, they confirmed his fears that that door was their only way out. And now it was locked. He considered tackling Brenner and wrestling the keys out of his pocket, but one look at his friends’ faces confirmed that they were all thinking the same thing and coming to the same conclusion, since all of them were watching the soldiers that lined the room.
“Dammit,” he hissed.
“Not to worry, my young squires, I intend to keep my promise,” Brenner called from his spot on the other side of the room. “But now. What you came for.” He clapped his hands and suddenly the ceiling began to open, with the clanking and churning sound of hundreds of gears. As the sunlight poured into the room, Brenner came closer and closer to the edge of a gaping pit.
“What the- “ Dustin breathed, his mouth hanging open.
“So that’s it? You brought us here to show us a hole?” Lucas sneered.
Brenner chuckled. “As usual, you fail to see the deeper meaning. Come closer.”
“Come to the edge of a huge hole? You’ve got to be kidding,” Dustin snorted.
Brenner snapped his fingers and the boys were seized by more soldiers.
“Didn’t we do this already?” Mike said, struggling to free himself.
Brenner smiled as a low growl emitted from the pit. It grew into a roar that shook the entire room. Brenner chuckled as he took in the boys’ horrified faces.
“Excellent. It’s awake.”
“WHAT’S AWAKE?” Mike yelled.
“What are you trying to pull?” Lucas shouted angrily, renewing his struggles.
“I said I would let you go. You just didn’t specify where.” With a wave of his hand, the soldiers held the boys over the mouth of the pit.
“YOU BASTARD,” Mike shouted, glaring into Brenner’s smug face.
Suddenly, the wall to Brenner’s right exploded. The room seemed to spin as the soldier holding Mike lost his balance and tipped over backwards. Mike rolled away, kicking the soldier in the stomach and unwittingly pushing him into the pit. His eyes went wide with terror and his mouth opened in a silent scream as he slipped over the edge. Mike’s stomach churned and he got to his feet, coughing in the dusty air.
Lucas came up behind him, free from his own captor, and coughed, “Let’s get out of here!”
“We’ve got to find Dustin and Will first!”
Dustin coughed at Mike’s side. “I’m here! Where’s Will?”
A strangled yell from Brenner turned their attention to the hole where the wall used to be. A girl with a long brown braid was hopping over piles of rubble and stone, making her way towards them. She grabbed their hands and squeezed her eyes shut and before they could say a word, they were gone.

anonymous asked:

What's your favorite quote?

This is so hard considering I literally have 200+ notes in my phone of quotes, but I’ll go through and pick some faves :)

“If you only walk on sunny days you’ll never reach your destination.”

“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, an hour, a day, or even a year. But eventually it will subside, and something else will take its place. If I quit however, it will last forever.“

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”

“Your body is made of the same elements that lionesses are built from. Three quarters of you is the same kind of water that beats rocks to rubble, wears stones away. Your DNA translates into the same twenty amino acids that wolf genes code for. When you look in the mirror and feel weak, remember, the air you breathe in fuels forest fires capable of destroying everything they touch. On the days you feel ugly, remember: diamonds are only carbon. You are so much more.”

“I believe in the gift of pain. I believe that loss deepens us. I am grateful for God’s graciousness toward me that he would teach me these things. As much as I hate to admit it, I’ve found a new gratitude, & it’s gratitude for the way God has redeemed darkness & pain, for the way he brings something beautiful out of something horrible.”

“It’s amazing how you can get so far from where you had planned, and yet find it was exactly where you needed to be.”

“You can’t be brave if you’ve only had wonderful things happen to you.”

“Live in such a way that if someone spoke badly of you no one would believe it.”

“Effort won’t betray you.”

“Everything you are going through is preparing you for everything you asked for.”

“If there was never change, there would be no butterflies.”

“Go as long as you can go … then take another step.”

(I just started crying because these touch me so deeply lol)

“Sometimes life will test you but remember this: When you walk up a mountain, your legs get stronger.”

“My current situation is not my final destination.”

“Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know.”

“Jesus replied, ‘You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.’”

“I stopped looking for the light. Decided to become it instead.”

“I just hope 
I’ve touched places 
further and deeper, 
past places 
any hands could ever reach.”

“This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you’ve felt heartache. You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.”

“God’s 3 answers to your prayers: 1. Yes. 2. Not yet. 3. I have something better in mind.”

“You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.”

“When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.”

“If you want the things that other people don’t have, then you have to do the things that other people don’t do.”

“Remember yourself as a little girl, she is counting on you to protect her.”

“I remember the days I prayed for the things I have now.”

“I know today is Monday and you assume it’s going to suck, but according to statistics, there will be over 5,000 weddings, 10,000 childbirths, and 42 million hugs occurring today throughout the United States. Also today, there will be at least 4 people that will win the multimillion dollar lotteries, 600 people will get promotions at work, and 3,000 people will lose their virginity. There will also be 600 dogs adopted, 35,000 balloons sold, and 800,000 skittles eaten. Plus, the words “I love you” will be said over 9 million times. So again, I know today is Monday and you assume it’s going to suck, but just smile, because according to statistics, it should actually be a really nice day.”

“Even more important than the medals or the titles that you will win is the person that you become through the process of trying to reach that point. That will stay with you forever.”

“Work until your idols become your competition.”

“Date someone who gives you the same feeling of when you see your food coming at a restaurant.”

“It takes more than two legs to finish this race.”

“Work hard in silence and let your success be your noise.”

“God says ‘The reason why some people have turned against you and walked away from you without reason…has nothing to do with you. It is because I have removed them from your life because they cannot go where I am taking you next. They would only hinder you at the next level because they have already served their purpose in your life. Let them go and keep moving. Greater is coming your way.’”

“I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. Whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget its details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to its perfection stays with us after all how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.”

“They say running tests the limits of the human heart. But really, it reminds me that I had one all along.”

“We live on a blue planet that circles around a ball of fire next to a moon that moves the sea, and you don’t believe in miracles?”

“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
So collapse. 
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.”

“Someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen.”

“She was unstoppable. Not because she did not have failures or doubts, but because she continued on despite them.”

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”

“The only reason you should ever look back is to see how far you’ve come.”

“You must be prepared to work always without applause.”

“When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.”

Following the kid in that temple had seemed like a good idea at first. Of course, as it often was the case, the keyword there was ‘at first’. They were several meters under the surface now, yet she could hear the storm raging above her head, the ghostly sound of wind whistling inside the cave. As if being stranded in the middle of Rebel territory wasn’t risky enough, they were now groping their way through the crumbling maze of its underground galleries, lit only by Vader’s lightsaber and the eerie light of Beetee’s eye – and, truth be told, she was enjoying every second of it. Of course, Aphra was the only one groping, since the droids’ sensors didn’t require much light to function and Vader… well, she didn’t quite know how he got by. Perhaps he was using the Force, or perhaps his helmet had some kind of low-threshold sensors as well. Either way, the dark didn’t seem to bother him.

Aphra took her hand off the wall and followed the red glow, picking up the pace in an attempt to keep up with Vader, and nearly tripped over as she stubbed her foot against what felt like stone rubble.

“Kriffing stones…” she grumbled, trying – and failing – to kick the stone aside.

“That, Doctor, was my foot.”

“Oh… uh… I’m sorry. It’s really dark in here. Did I hurt you?”

“No,” came his grouchy reply.

“Cool. Let’s… pretend I didn’t do that.” She paused for a second before she spoke again. “Hey, you know what I was thinking? This place gives me goosebumps. I love it. It’s like we’re about to meet a ghost or something.”

Ironic that she’d say that, Vader thought, trying to ignore the voices ringing in his head.

“We most definitely have,” he agreed.

“Wow! Really? Are they pissed?” He could nearly sense her eyes rounding with disbelief as she stopped in her tracks.

“Probably,” he answered laconically, gesturing for her to keep walking – even if he doubted she could actually see his hand moving.  

“Hm… okay? That… doesn’t seem to concern you?”

“What I’m concerned about is finding the boy. I know he’s still in here.”

“Uh, if you say so… Where are we going exactly?”

“To the archives,” he said as they took a left turn, entering a wider gallery. If the boy was looking for holocrons, as Vader assumed he was, it was the logical place to look first – not to mention the gut feeling that he was indeed getting closer.

Though he was not familiar with this particular temple, he was fairly certain they were on the right way. The voices grew louder with every step he took, reaching their full nuisance potential when he stopped before the massive door at the end of the corridor. His ears started buzzing as the voices surged up, clamoring and mingling in a cacophony of frantic whispers and pained screams, as if purposely trying to overwhelm his senses. Almost as if the ghosts were warning him away from something. Or someone. One voice in particular caught his attention. A voice he remembered far too well.

…The very thing you swore to destroy…  I will do what I must… don’t try it!… you were the Chosen One!

Ah. Kenobi. Or at least what little was left of him. He was there too. And by the sound of it, he did not want Vader to go through that door. All the more reason to push forward. What could Obi-Wan do about it, anyway? Lecture him? Play on his guilt? Vader was not impressed so far. More powerful than I can possibly imagine. Is that so, old man?

Ignoring the admonitions of his former mentor, Vader grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, revealing a large, barrel-vaulted aisle, lined with several rows of stone shelves, filled with glowing cubes and cones, with a depleted datapad here and there.

Aphra peeked inside the room and decided that it was safe to follow him inside, taking slow, unusually careful steps down the main aisle. It wasn’t long before Vader froze on the spot and she could only assume that he, too, had caught sight of the shadow browsing through the shelves. The silhouette, she suspected, was that of the boy they had been looking for. Yet, she didn’t manage to catch a better glimpse, for the shadow started and made a dash for the door, causing several artifacts to shatter on ground. Before either of them got a chance to catch up, an intense silver flash flared up before her eyes. There was no sound. No blast. Just the thud of her back slamming against the floor as her body was tossed next to Vader’s black mass. Then a complete blackout.

Without opening her eyes, Aphra stirred a little and realized that she was still lying on the hard ground. Judging by the overall soreness of her body, the impact had been brutal. How long she had been out was a mystery, yet she wondered if she had received some kind of first aid, for, if she was to be honest, she smelled like a blasted medcenter. She didn’t know if Vader had been knocked out as well, but she noticed that his breathing was loud – louder than ever – which meant he must have been close, and yet she didn’t feel the usual ebb and flow of his respirator.

“Urgh… I feel like sh*t” she groaned, failing to rub her closed eyes as her hand encountered a hard surface instead.

“Wait a minute…” she paused, surprised by the deep rumble that had just escaped her mouth. “That’s not my voice!”

Her eyelids jolted open at the realization. She quickly propped herself on her elbows, ignoring the dull pain she felt above both joints, and the sight before her nearly caused her heart to stop. It took her several seconds to finally put her thoughts into words :

“Uh… Why are you red? Why are you me?”

Vader jolted awake and blinked in surprise at the sound of his own voice, and, for once, he, too, remained dumbfounded by what he heard and saw. The question caused him to look down at his feet or rather… Aphra’s feet? He was too confused to make sense of any of this, too stunned by the abundant input of his senses – Aphra’s senses, from the feel of chilly air on her skin to the fruity taste of her lips. He brought a hand – an ungloved, flesh hand – to his face, and couldn’t help but notice how soft it was compared to his own withered skin. His gaze stopped on the nearest shelf, caught by the mesmerizing glow of the holocrons and all those bright hues that had slowly washed away from his memory. He didn’t, however, linger much on those thoughts, for he was beginning to feel dizzy, and suddenly realized that he had forgotten something: breathe. How could he not have breathed yet, he who had craved such freedom for the past two decades? He took a deep, forceful breath, filling his healthy, unburned lungs with the stale, dusty air of the temple. He didn’t mind the dust. He wouldn’t mind swallowing sand if it meant breathing freely again. For the first time in a long while, Vader felt good. Until the rush of oxygen produced its sobering effect, and realization dawned upon him: he could not stay that way. It was unreasonable. Impossible. Unthinkable. He had to be Darth Vader if his plans were to succeed. Whatever had happened needed to be undone, for both their sakes. He looked at her and took another breath, now fully aware that he would, sooner or later, have to renounce those again.

“I believe we have a problem, Doctor.”

Imagine that not so long ago, in any given country you are familiar with, half of the entire population had been forcibly expelled within a year, half of its villages and towns wiped out, leaving behind only rubble and stones. Imagine now the possibility that somehow this act will never make it into the history books and that all diplomatic efforts to solve the conflict that erupted in that country will totally sideline, if not ignore, this catastrophic event.
—  The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine
I Like My Lembas Soft In The Morning - Part 32

It has actually been about seven million years since I wrote a chapter to this fic. I can only apologise. I was stuck with a giant case of writer’s block, and had no idea how to transition from the previous scene to the battle. But I’m back now, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.x

In one hand you tightly grasped a short dagger, the leather handle steady in your palm, and in the other was the hand of Legolas, his warm fingers gripping yours almost painfully tightly. You were running, hand in hand towards the battlefield. It would have been poetic if you weren’t scared out of your wits.

Luckily for the pair of you, you weren’t far from the entrance to Erebor, not far from the army of elves that threatened to attack Thorin and the Dwarves. The cave that you had been staying in was only a short distance from the entrance to the mountain, and at the pace that you were running, you reached there quickly.

Legolas stopped to a standstill when you got there, holding you back. His warm fingers encircled your bicep, keeping you in place and preventing you from running forwards. Instead, you stayed together in the shadow of the mountain, hidden from view.

“We need to get back to Dale.”

His voice was low, urgent. You quirked an eyebrow in confusion. Dale? The battle was happening outside Erebor, what was the point in running away from it?


He bit his lip and looked down at you, pain in his blue eyes.

“(Your name),” He said the word almost reverently, “You’re still wanted. If they see you, they’ll still try to kill you.”

You didn’t need to ask who ‘they’ were. Thranduil and his army had a vendetta against you. You had disrespected the King by escaping, and then rubbed salt in the wound by turning his own son against him. If Thranduil caught sight of you, you were dead on the spot.

“I need to help Thorin,” you protested weakly. Deep down, you knew that Legolas was right. It was smarter to go back to Dale and see what help you could be from there, but you still felt guilty leaving your friends in the hands of an elvish army.

“How much help do you think you’re going to be to Thorin if you’re dead?” He replied scathingly. You rolled your eyes, beaten.

“Alright. Dale.”

He nodded, and grabbed your hand again, with no hesitation, dragging you behind him. The journey from Erebor to Dale should have taken twenty minutes, but the back alleys and underbrushes that Legolas led you through in an attempt to avoid detection caused it to be more like an hour. You were out of breath by the time that you finally reached the small town, but you managed to sneak up into the main square without arousing too much suspicion. You couldn’t hear the distinctive clang of the elvish army’s metal armour, so deduced to yourself that they must have already left. You rubbed your tired face with your hand and placed the dagger back in the slot in your belt and looked up at Legolas. He seemed worried.

You nudged him gently and he looked down at you.

“You alright?”

He almost rolled his eyes at your question.

“I’m an experienced fighter. This is nothing that I can’t handl-”

“That’s not what I asked.”

He pursed his lips at your response but didn’t say anything, instead looking forwards at the stone and rubble of Dale. You nudged him again.

“I’m serious, Legolas. What’s wrong?”

He didn’t seem himself. He was troubled, you could tell that. His eyes flicked from side to side nervously, and he was stood far closer to you than necessary. It was almost… protective?

He let out a deep sigh and looked down at you, his eyebrows forming unnatural wrinkles on his usually smooth face.

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone, (Your name),”

You raised your brows in surprise at his admission, shocked that he would say something like that to you. He was tall, so much taller than you that you had to crane your neck upwards to look into his eyes. His face was pained.

“I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes to find you, and now I have you,” He stumbled over his words, “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

You grabbed his hand in your own almost instinctively, and you saw him visibly relax at the contact. It was strange how at peace he seemed when you were near.

“I’m a fighter, Legolas.” you told him, your voice soothing, “Have been all my life. You should be more worried about the orcs than about me.”

He rolled his eyes at your bravado, but lifted his hand and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear regardless.

There was a crash behind you, and you both spun around in shock, Legolas reaching for his double-edged sword and your hand flying to your belt, but you both relaxed when you saw the source of the noise.

“I should have known you two would find your way back here,” Bard almost laughed to himself as he hoisted the weapons he was carrying further up on his shoulder, “I thought you were dead.”

You gave him a smug smile and walked forwards, lifting a few swords from his weighed down frame in assistance.

“I’m a pretty hard person to kill off, Bow-man,” You joked, lifting up the swords and following him as he walked through the cobbled paths of Dale. Legolas was quick on your trail, his light footsteps making no sound against the stone floor.

“Where’s Thranduil?” The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it, and you felt Legolas stiffen up next to you at your words. Bard didn’t notice the elf’s discomfort and turned to you casually.

“He took an army out a few minutes ago. He’s going to take the mountain.”

You nodded in response, feeling the anxiety leave you as you walked. Thranduil had left Dale. That was good, it meant that he wasn’t here. He wouldn’t find you.

You followed Bard up to a large courtyard, where he placed the weapons down on the ground. You followed suit, offloading your own handfuls onto the pile. Laketown-folk were sat or stood all around the courtyard, talking in hushed voices, their fear obvious. Bard let out a deep cough and they silenced, looking up at him expectantly. You didn’t fail to notice that some of their eyes flicked towards you and Legolas, confusion on their muddy faces.

“Those who can fight,” Bard’s voice echoed regally around the square, bouncing off the stone walls and pillars, “Pick up a weapon. Those who can’t, hide. Today we fight as one people.”

You turned to look at Legolas, and he smiled down at you, placing his arm over your shoulder. The weight was comforting, and you couldn’t help but lean into him slightly, listening to Bard’s hypnotic voice as he continued his speech.

“The time is now to pick up your swords.”

Legolas’ hand begun absent-mindedly fiddling with the short hairs on the back of your neck, his long fingers cool on your warm skin. Bard’s speech finished, met by cheers from the people of Lake-town, and there was a rush as men young an old ran up to collect their weapons, feeling the weight of them, unfamiliar in their inexperienced hands. You grabbed Legolas’ hand and took a step back, away from the crowd.

“They’re inexperienced,” you muttered. He nodded silently. These boys weren’t fighters, they wouldn’t last ten minutes against an orc army.

“They have heart.”

You rolled your eyes, “Heart isn’t going to stop them getting their guts sliced out.”

Legolas said nothing in response, merely pursing his lips. He placed his hand on your waist and led you from the courtyard into the alleys leading to the main gates. You could see Erebor from where you were stood, looming dark and mysterious on the morning horizon. The army of elves, however, was nowhere to be seen.


Your heart leapt in your chest at the painfully familiar voice. No. Not now. Not after everything you had been through together. You could tell that Legolas heard it as well. His face was stony, but you could see the fear in his eyes. The pair of you turned around slowly, dreading who you knew would be behind you.

Thranduil King Of Mirkwood stood so tall that his shadow cast a silhouette that was nearly as long as that of the stone pillars or walls of the houses. His face, however, was anything but immobile. There was a fury in his eyes that surprised you, he had always struck you as calm, collected. The expression on his face told you differently.

Behind him was an army. A legion of elves, clad in gold and plated silver and grasping onto weapons that looked more expensive and well-made than any of the ones that Lake-town dwellers were still scrambling over in the main courtyard. You felt Legolas’ arm snake around your waist protectively, as he looked up into the eyes of his father, flanked by every member of the Mirkwood guard.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow at his action, a look of seeming amusement on his face.

“Legolas. We need to talk.”

God I come back after a million years and I leave you with a cliffhanger I’m such a dick. Regardless, thank you to everybody who has returned to read this, I really really appreciate it, and I assure you, the end is almost in sight x


Frank Lloyd Wright (American, 1867-1959)

Eaglefeather, Malibu Hills, California, circa 1940

Filmmaker Arch Oboler asked Wright to design a rubble stone house on a cliff overlooking his 400-acre property in Southern California. But Oboler suffered a series of financial setbacks and personal catastrophes - Oboler’s 5-year-old son drowned in a flooded bomb shelter that was being excavated for the house. The residential compound was never completed. Only a gatehouse and a small artist retreat were designed and built as Wright intended.


Summary: Yoongi was haunted by dreams, and it was becoming increasingly hard to focus when all he wanted to do was reach out for you.

WARNINGS: death, fire, burns, weirdness, terrible writing, I don’t even know 

“Yoongi!!” He held onto your hand like he would never let it go, even as the stone walls around the two of you shook and dusted debris across your forms as you ran down the long winding hallways of what used to be your castle–the siege had taken that from you. The attack from the middle kingdom had destroyed your people, the town, the village, the fortress walls, and now the castle walls; it had taken your title as princess, your home, your friends, and eventually, when they managed to break through the guard, your father. The delicate purple gown that had suited you so well as princess was now ripped and burned from the fragments and ashes of the attack, your hair scattered and spilling down from your handmaiden Lyra’s carefully done up-do. The warmth of the fire that spread up from the base of the castle heated the air and beaded sweat across every inch of your skin. Even though it was only your kingdom, it felt like the entire world was on fire–but you were in that burning castle, and since you were Yoongi’s entire world, his universe was bursting into flames.

“We’re not going to make it!” You shouted over the screams, the clomping of boots, and the shrieks of horses and the bleating of sheep.

“We’re almost there, Y/N! Just a little bit further!” Yoongi threw the words over his shoulder, clinging to your hand tighter as if that could make the horrors of your new reality any easier to digest. The two of you clamored towards the open window at the end of the hall–your only hope for escape since the stairs had long since been blown to a pile of rubble. Yoongi gripped the stone ledge, ready to swing his leg over the edge and catapult the both of you into safety when your hand slipped from his as the floor beneath your feet tilted dangerously to the side.

You could only watch him with glassy eyes, the tile cracking and splitting open beneath your feet as your body tipped backwards and down. The flames licked at your dress, kissing your skin and eating you whole–gone, forever. He couldn’t even scream your name; the fire sucked all the air from his lungs, his heart shattering long before the stone crushed him amongst the burning shatters of your kingdom.

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gouachley  asked:

Orange and Lavender or Green! (For the playlist ask!) ❤️

Orange - Songs you want other people to associate with you

Alexandra Savior - Frankie

Doja Cat - Beautiful

SZA - Julia

Lavender - Songs you connect to

Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes

Queens of the Stone Age - Misfit Love

Arctic Monkeys - Knee Socks

Green - Songs to run to

Arctic Monkeys - From the Ritz to the Rubble

Queens of the Stone Age - Someone’s in the Wolf

Lady Gaga - John Wayne

I just did all three colors cause ask games are super fun. Thank you so much, love. I hope you like the playlist!! <3