screaming sunlight

This is my ancient cat, Murple. She’s almost twenty-one and her kidneys are going, but she’s still sharp as a tack and bright as the sun. Murple loves sunlight and screaming at people.

Everybody needs a hobby. Screaming at people sounds like a good one.

“The best thing I’ve ever had in my life”
Imagine: You turned your humanity off after finding out Damon cheated on you. And now he’s desperate to get you back.

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Pairings: Damon x (vampire) reader! Humanity off. / Elena (mentioned) / Stefan (mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, a little of fluff I guess… Strong Lenguage and violence

Word count: 2619

A/N: This is the first thing I write abourt Damon but I’m very excited.. I had this in my mind for weeks or months idk.. So here is it. Italics are flash backs ;)

You were sitting at the edge of your bed, struggling with the tears, your heart aching and you could barely breathe. The only thing you could felt was your heart breaking a little more every second. That pain had a name; Damon Salvatore.

You arrived at the boarding house, and as soon as you put a foot inside, you heard some noises on the second floor. You sped to Damon’s room and you saw your biggest fear in front of you.

Damon was on the bed, shirtless and kissing Elena.

They heard you and they pulled apart. “Oh my god… Y/N” Elena whispered, covering her body with the sheets. “Y/N… Hey, it’s” Damon started. “It’s not what it looks like, right?” You said, trying to hold your tears. “Fuck you two.” You abandoned the room as fast as you arrived and you continued running until you get to your house.

And there you were… Crying over the love of your life, who had betrayed you with one of your best friends. You knew that he had feelings for her, especially because of the existence of Katherine in his past, but he had said to you so many times that he loved you. “Bull shit.” You took your lamp and throw it at the wall, shattering everything. You couldn’t take it anymore, tears pouring out of your eyes and there was no way to stop them.

As a vampire every emotion was heightened, happiness, love, but this type of pain was almost physical. Your limbs burning in pain as your heart broke more and more. And the only reason you transformed into a vampire was to be with Damon… But now, now you were alone and tired of crying.

You closed your eyes and slowly you reached that switch placed at the back of your brain. You knew that you didn’t want to turn it because of him, you didn’t want to give him that much power over you… But he had it. You only wanted to stop feeling. So, you turn it.

You cleaned up your tears and get up, ready to go anywhere, not longing care.

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sunshine over Motorcity

“A Normal Life” (Part 2) - Raphael/Jace Wayland

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REQUEST: (Y/N) is Raphael’s lil sis and she meets the shadowhunters for the first time when they break into the Hotel, she’s Nothing but nice to them but vampires Attack them and she tries to stop them and is hurt by one of the vampires. When Raphael comes, she is the one going into trouble, even if it wasn’t her fault, and she storms out. Later, (Y/N) is captured by werewolves and Raphael allies with shadowhunters to save her. And in all this, Jace starts to like her. (PART 1) (PART 3)

“What the hell did you think you were doing?”
Raphael had ordered the clan to leave him alone with his sister right after the shadowhunters had exited the Hotel Dumort, and he had been yelling at her ever since.
“Going against your own people? Your own family?” He yelled at her.
(Y/N)’s cuts on her cheek had healed but the hit left her with a headache and her brother yelling at her was only making it worse.
“They’re not my family, most of them don’t even like me. And keep your voice down, will you?” (Y/N) replied.
“I’m not gonna keep my voice down!” He yelled again. “I warned you about shadowhunters! You should’ve come straight to me the minute they got into the Hotel! But no, instead you decided to try and make new friends!”
“They weren’t doing anything wrong! They just wanted to get their friend back! Plus, since when do you kidnap mundanes? You broke the Accords!” (Y/N) yelled back. Her head was pounding but she couldn’t care less about it right now, she was just furious at her brother and everybody else.
“I told you. Camille kidnapped the mundane, not me.”
“You’re just as guilty as Camille. You kept him prisoner and you didn’t me anything about it!” (Y/N) declared.
“You’re just a child. You couldn’t possibly understand.” Raphael spat.
“I’m eighteen! I’m old enough to understand what’s right or wrong.”
“There is no right and wrong anymore! There is just war.”
“Shadowhunters are not the enemy!”
Raphael let out a cold laugh.
“You’re a fool.”
At these words, (Y/N) realised there was no point fighting with her brother anymore. She shook her head and walked towards the exit.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Away from you.” (Y/N) replied and left the Hotel Dumort without bothering to turn back when her brother yelled a few more words at her.
She was furious. She was the one getting in trouble when Camille and Raphael were the ones breaking the law. She was always the one getting in trouble. She was no fool, Raphael was. He was a fool for thinking that downworlders couldn’t get along with shadowhunters and for thinking that they had to hate each other. But hate was only going to divide them, at a time when they needed to be united, more than ever.

(Y/N) was walking along the Streets without paying attention to where she was going. She was lost in her thoughts and didn’t even bother watching the mundanes living their normal life. A life she wish she could have.
When (Y/N) felt a hand grab her, she thought it was Raphael, who chased after her to either apologize or yell at her even more. But then another hand was pressed against her mouth and she started panicking. She struggled against the tight grip as she was forced to walk into what looked like a restaurant and then into a cage in the back of the building.
“What the hell?” She yelled at the man who was locking the cage behind him.
“Sit tight, bloodsucker.” He replied and his eyes glowed a bright green.
“Oh, hell.” (Y/N) whispered as she saw the man’s eyes. “Werewolves, really? Can’t I have a break from it all?” She thought out loud.
“Shut up.” The werewolf said before going back to the main room of the restaurant.
(Y/N) sighed and looked around. She froze when she noticed the large window near the ceiling.
“Uh, excuse me? Hey!” She shouted and the man came back, looking angrier than he had before.
“I told you to shut up!” He hissed.
“You do realise that the moment the sun shines through this window, I’m gonna burst into flames, right?” (Y/N) said, panicked.
“Right.” The werewolf answered, smiling wildly before he left again.
“Hey! Let me out!” She tried but the man didn’t come back this time.
Were they really gonna let her burn in the morning?
(Y/N) sighed.
“How come I’m always the one getting into those kind of messed-up situations?” She thought aloud again. “Talk about bad karma.” She rolled her eyes.

After several hours of trying all the possible ways to get out of the cage, (Y/N) stayed still, sat in a corner, trying not to think about what was going to happen to her when the sun was going to come up.
Instead she thought about her brother and she felt bad about the whole argument they had before she stormed out of Hotel Dumort. she didn’t want to die without having the time to apologize and make things right between her and Raphael. She didn’t want to die at all. Raphael couldn’t lose her. He could play the bad guy all he wanted and pretend to have no emotions, but she knew he would be devastated to lose his little sister. (Y/N) wanted to fight so that Raphael would have to lose the only family he had left but she had tried to break out of the cage for hours, and it had been unsuccessful.
Then, realising how painful it was to think about her older brother, (Y/N) started to think about mundanes. Somehow, everything always came back to them. she wished now more than ever to have a normal life, a life that didn’t involve being captured by werewolves or being close to burst into flames. She wished she could have friends like Clary, who would do anything to keep her safe, who would hand out with her, be there for her and love her for who she really is. Thinking about the red-handed girl made (Y/N) think about Jace, the boy who had almost cut her throat. She was intrigued by him. She wanted to see him again, get to know him and his friends.
But (Y/N) couldn’t help but think that she was more likely to die tonight than to see the blonde again.

At one point, (Y/N) heard the noise of a struggle in the restaurant. But the Young vampire was well aware that she hadn’t have a single drop of blood since before she left the Hotel Dumort and it could cause hallucinations. She stood still in a corner of the cage and tried to focus on the sounds surrounding her.
Suddenly, the back door opened violently and a familiar figure stood before her tired eyes.
“Raphael?” (Y/N) spoke, unsure.
“(Y/N)! Are you hurt? What did they do to you?” Raphael asked.
(Y/N) was about to answer when three more figures came rushing in next to Raphael. (Y/N) squinted to get the three people into focus.
“Shadowhunters?” Her eyes went from the three demon hunters to her brother. “You, with them?” She asked confused. “Oh, hell. I’m having hallucinations now.” (Y/N) sighed.
“You’re not hallucinating.” Jace said, frowning.
“That’s excatly what my hallucinations would say. Oh God, I need to get out of here.” She said as she started to pace inside of her cage.

Raphael sighed and rolled his eyes. He went to grab the lock on the cage so he could break it with his supernatural strength when two werewolves came attacking him. (Y/N) gasped. The dark-haired girl threw her whip which wrapped itself around the werewolf’s neck while Raphael was attempting to rip the other werewolf’s throat with his sharp teeth.
When two other angry werewolves came in, (Y/N)’s blood went cold when rays of sunshine made their way through the window. It was the morning already, and (Y/N) was still trapped in the damn cage.
“Raphael!” The girl gasped in horror as the ball of fire threatened to burn her whole. The window wasn’t large enough to expose Raphael to the daylight, but it was large enough to drown half of the cage with light. (Y/N) backed away from it until her back hit the opposite side of her cell.
“Jace!” Raphael called out while fighting against two werewolves. “The sun!” He added.
Jace didn’t take long to understand what was happening. He looked at (Y/N) and saw how frightened she looked. The sun and daylight might be the simplest and most normal thing for mundanes, but Jace knew that it was vampires’ worst enemy.
Jace went to draw a rune on the lock to set (Y/N) free but a werewolf grabbed his shoulder and threw the blonde against the wall. His stele, flying from his hand, landed on the floor, inside of the cage, centimeters away from (Y/N)’s feet.
“(Y/N)! My stele!” Jace told her so that the young vampire could give it back to him. But (Y/N) didn’t reach out to pick the stele up when she saw that it was submerged by sunlight.
“(Y/N), come on!”
“She can’t, you idiot! The sun will turn her to ashes!” Raphael spat as he knocked out another werewolf.
(Y/N) took a deep breath and held out her hand to grab the metalic object. She let out a scream when the sunlight came in contact with her bare skin but she still managed to close her fingers around the small object and threw it to Jace. The boy caught it in mid-air and (Y/N) took a few steps back from the daylight shining threateningly before her.

When she looked up at the four, they had stopped fighting with the werewolves, who were all dead or unconscious on the ground.
Jace unlocked the cage with a rune, but (Y/N) didn’t move. The problem was the same: the sunlight was blocking her way out.
“Guys, I appreciate the effort, I really do. But there is no way I’m gonna walk out of here without bursting into flames.” (Y/N) said, her voice a little unsteady.

Just Say Yes|| Jack Avery|| Why Don’t We Imagine|| Part 3

Sunlight screams at your eyes as your little sister, Marina pulls open the blinds in your bedroom. You groan, pulling the blankets over your head as she says, “Rise and shine! You can’t stay in bed forever. Stop sulking already!” 

“Get out, Mare!” You scream at her, the frustration clear in your voice.

“Not until you get up.” You can’t see her, but you know she just crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Get out!” You scream again, sitting up and throwing your pillow at her. She shrieks, running out of the room, slamming the door behind her. You fall on to your bed, closing your eyes. As much as you know she’s right, you can’t even imagine getting out of bed right now.

It’s been six months since you started dating Jack. You planned to visit him during your Christmas break, but being in college now, you realized that your break is only a three day weekend. Even so, you thought you could spend those three days in LA, but with money tight at your house, your mom said they couldn’t afford you a ticket. And you couldn’t drive there either, considering you still don’t have a car. You’d been looking forward to seeing Jack and all the boys for months now, thinking the whole time that you’d be able to spend Christmas with them. With reality crashing down on you all at once you slumped into severe disappointment, hence your sulking that Marina and your mom have been pestering you about for the last week.

Your phone beeps, notifying you of a reminder. Grabbing it from your bedside table, you look at your lock screen.The reminder reads: December 23rd. Get packing! Leaving for LA tomorrow! 

You had made your calendar last month and had forgotten to delete the notification. “Uuuugh!” You moan, dropping your phone on your bed. After a few moments of blissful silence, your iPhone starting ringing. What now? 

You pick up your phone, looking at it reluctantly. You read Babe on the top of your screen. Jack was Facetiming you. You press accept, and are greeted by Jack’s handsome face. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” He smirks at you, making you giggle. 

“Hi, baby.” Worry flashes across his face as he takes a better look at you, noticing the bags under your eyes, and the sadness written on your features.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is soft and tender, yet raspy with the early hours of the morning.

“Nothing. I’m just bummed that I won’t be able to visit you guys like I planned.” You shrug, trying your best to not make him worry like he always does. 

“What do you mean you won’t be able to visit us?”

“Jack, I told you like, three days ago. Were you not listening?” You furrow your brows, frustration replacing your sadness. 

“No, no. I was. Did you check your mail today?” He slumps back against his couch and you can just imagine him crossing his legs, resting his ankle on his other knee. 

“What? No. Are you trying to distract me?” Jack laughs at your accusation, a beautiful smile playing on his lips. 

“Just go look.” You raises an eyebrow at your boyfriend, but do as you’re told. You leave your phone on your bed, telling Jack you’ll be right back. A couple minutes later you return to your room holding an anonymous letter addressed to you. You wave it in front of the camera, getting Jack’s attention. 

“What’s this?” You ask, pursing your lips as you sit on your bed. 

“Hmm… don’t know. Maybe you should open it and see.” He suggests with a wink. You laugh and start ripping open the envelope. Jack’s eyes never leave your face which makes you blush and giggle as you continue to open the envelope with your fingers. You dump the contents on to your bed and gasp. A single plane tickets sits on your sheets. “See you tomorrow, beautiful.” With that, Jack hangs up and you’re left there, staring at the plane ticket in awe.

You step out of the plane and into your gate, looking around for the boys. Jack texted you before you took off, telling you the all five of them would be waiting for you when you landed. After literally five seconds of looking you found them… or more, they found you. “Y/N!” You hear the lanky boy you call your best friend scream. You get a sense of deja vu as you charge into his arms. You hold on to Daniel for what must of been a whole five minute. Someone taps your shoulder and clears their throat. You turn around, retreating out of Daniel’s grasp.

“Just saying, usually the boyfriend gets the first hug.” Jack says, running a hand through his curls. You laugh and throw yourself into your boyfriend’s arms. You stand on your tip toes to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and he rests his chin on the top of your head. Pulling away, you place a kiss on his lips and turn your attention to the other boys.

On the drive to the boys’ house, you sit next to Zach. “You ready for a Why Don’t We style Christmas, Y/N?” He asks, making sure to get you in frame for his Instagram story.

“Lay it on me!” You smile at the camera with a wink.

The Why Don’t We house is in full season. Christmas lights hang from the roof, there are reindeer in the yard, and Corbyn has a stash of candy canes in his coat pocket. Entering the house, you get a full blast of holiday spirit. There are pine wreaths hung on the walls, peppermint and pine scented candles adorn every surface, and a breath-taking Christmas tree sits in the living room. Beautiful ornaments, strings of lights and popcorn, and a glowing, golden star decorate the tree. It’s so easy for you to imagine all five of the boys and their friends huddled around this tree, laughing as they decorated. 

The boys’ laughing brings you back to reality and you realize how long you had been staring at the tree. A blush blossoms across your face as you look down at your feet, placing a stray hair behind your ear. “You’re so cute.” Jack says, kissing the top of your head on his way to the kitchen. 

That night, all eight of you (eight being, you, the boys, David, and Aspen) sit around the Christmas tree in the living room, eating dinner. You sit there for hours, laughing and sharing stories. You don’t know when, but some how you end up in Jack’s lap, snuggling in front of everyone. At midnight, you wait a second before bursting out, mid-conversation, “Merry Christmas!” You and Zach say it simultaneously, making everyone laugh. 

Your Christmas was magical. All day, the boys made you feel like a princess, doing little things like opening doors for you, or pulling out your chair. But at the same time, you felt like one of them, engaging in idle banter with Jonah and poking fun at Corbyn with Zach.

When it was time to exchange presents you were jumping in your shoes, excited to see the boys’ reactions. You had bought them each a gift or two, hoping they were the perfect ratio of thoughtful and casual. You gave each of them their bags, watching as their faces went from shocked to happy. You had spent a considerably large amount of money on their presents, without your mother’s knowledge, of course. You watched Jack shrug on the Adidas jacket you had gotten him, the color contrasting from his skin perfectly. “You look great, babe.” You smile at him as he turns to you. “Do you like it?” You ask hesitantly. 

Jack presses a kiss to your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “I love it. Thank you.” 

Later that night, after your shower, you sit beside Jack on his bed. He leans over, kissing your forehead before pulling back. “Here, Y/N. Merry Christmas.” Jack places a small box in the palm of your hand. You smile at him before opening it. You stare down at what the tiny box holds inside, an infinity necklace with studded Amethyst crystals, your birthstone. You place your hand over your mouth, something you find you do a lot when you’re with Jack. “I love it.” Jack takes the necklace and puts it on you. You beam at Jack’s present, holding the necklace in your hand.

You look up at your boyfriend seeing unease on his face. Placing your hand on his, you ask, “You okay?”He tilts his head slightly so he’s at your eye level.

“I uh… I have something to tell you.” You get worried for a moment, but reassure yourself that Jack would never do anything to hurt you. You nod, urging him to continue. “The boys and I are gonna go on tour again in a couple months to promote the new album, and I won’t be able to see or talk to you a lot when we leave.” Your face falls, and you stare down at your lap. You text Jack every single day. To think that he’ll be out of reach for weeks… months. It’s too much for you to comprehend. 

“So… I was thinking,” He continues, catching you off guard. “Will you come on tour with us?” Your breath catches in your lungs. Your head snaps up, and you look Jack in the eyes.

“Ar… Are you serious?” Your voice is airy as you laugh. The thought of coming with the boys on tour didn’t crossed your mind. You never dreamed of going around America, considering the low income your family has dealt with your whole life. 

“Of course I’m serious. I don’t get to see enough of you. Spending two and a half months with you on the road sounds too good to turn down in my head… Say yes, Y/N.” You love this about Jack -  the way he pushes you to do new things. The way his eyes light up at the sign of adventure. Jack says that a lot to you - just say yes, and you can never turn him down. 

“I’d love to come.” You smile at your boyfriend, suddenly thrilled. You jump into his lap, giving him the biggest hug possible. You kiss him, pecking at his lips. He holds the back of your head, bringing you in for a longer, more meaningful kiss. “I’ve never been more excited for anything in my life.”

the creation. the beginning, the crowning, the coronation. screaming the poems of a new age until your throat bleeds and old men and prophets cower. the start of something bold, something bright and brave and new.

conquest self-crowns at the dawn of the apocalypse — this crown of his own making: the fingers entwined, and with his bones he feels the tremble of the human fear beneath his feet. it lacks ceremony, unlike the creation of humanity: gifted, infused with such promise — with futures, with hopes, with good and evil and all the potential in-between.

that was then and this is now.

                            (the screaming under
                                                copper rusted sunlight.)

this is the start of a new age: where humanity’s place in the cosmos shifts to accommodate those eldritch beings that plunged down from heaven with their deceptively white halos. where horsemen have a role to play: tools being dusted by their angelic counterparts, then set loose.

— horsemen & archangels || Eliot C.

anonymous asked:

Hi! This is my first ask. Ok how would Ut sans, Uf sans, Us papyrus, and Sf papyrus react to dragging their S/O outside into the hot sun after the S/O doesn't go outside at all for weeks, just to hear them scream when the sunlight touches just to find out the S/O is a vampire

UT Sans: Woah, shit! He pulls you inside after he realizes why you are screaming, you already trying to blindly fumble your way back into the house. After the initial panoc calmed down he will ask you what just happened, he heard of Sunallergies, but you never told him about having such an allergie. When you tell him your a vampire, he thinks its a joke at first, he often uses jokes to calm thinks down or to make serious things less serious. But you insist that you are, shovong him your teath and your hidden stack of blood conservs in a secret compartment of the fridge. Ok, he believs you now, and he doesn mind to much. He would have thought your a mass murderer or something with only the blood, but everything together, plus the fact that you straigth up walked trough a wall when going to the kitchen made it pretty clear for him that your not human. He is alrigth with never going outside by day, he is more of a ightperson anyway, and he knows some sweet places you two can visit. But he will stop over ag Alphys, trying to find a way to makw you able to walk outside in the sunligth, with her help.

US Papyrus: He panics, he doesnt understand why your screaming. After you made it halfway back inside he suddenly gets what your trying to do at least, and helps you inside. He doesnt get what is hapenning, kind of fluttering around you, trying to shield you from more harm, even though he doesnt know where that harm is even coming from. After a couple of minutes, you quietly tell him that thats the reason you usually dont go outside in the broad dayligth. He is a bit angry, that you decided to show him instead of just tell him, letting him dag you outside not knowong that he would caus this. He wants to know what exactly happened. You tell him your a vampire, and that you cant be in the direct sunligth. The closest you can get, is beeing in the sunligth that comes trough the window, somehow that doesnt harm you. He…is sceptical at first. Not that he doesnt thing vampores are real, he is a smoking skeleton after all, that sounds way more surreal then vampire.

SF Papyrus: He quietly yelps while you are screaming, completly confused to what is happening. He just watches you stumble back inside, not sure about what to do. He follows you inside, where you are sitting on the floor and rubbing at your exposed skin. He kneels next to you, asking you about what happened. When you tell him your a vampire..he strangely believs you. He doesnt trust strangers, but if its you he believes you. Why should you lie to him about something like that, this is not a small lie, this here is seriou. He asks how he can help you, and tries to find a way to turn you human again together with Alphys. If you dont want that you will have to telm him because he really wants to help somehow. He is pretty alrigth with nigthly dates, he mostly naps over the day anyway.

FFXV Promptis AU

I’ve been working on this AU for a few weeks.  Not sure if I should continue it.  We’ll see.

They crashed up against the brick wall, a tangle of arms, legs, tongues, teeth.  His fingers were curled into blonde hair that wasn’t his own as he pulled the young man into him.  To be fair, the blonde was doing most of the work, but Noctis wasn’t complaining–he liked being dominated, and the fact that he’d only known this guy for the past forty-five minutes made it even hotter.  This wasn’t the first time he’d done this with a man, but it had been a while, and he’d forgotten that men don’t smell like flowers and other nice fragrances; they don’t taste like fruity cocktails and sweets.  This kid tasted like booze and he smelled like sweat, and he knew that he had spent hours on the dance floor that night before Noctis had even noticed him.  He didn’t taste good or smell good, but everything he was doing certainly felt good, and when you feel this good, personal hygiene doesn’t really matter anymore.  Noctis couldn’t help but think how horrified his parents would be; they were probably just finishing up a late dinner while their son was getting ready to fuck some stranger in a dingy alley.  He almost wished they knew–wished they knew what their son had become, what all those years of private school, expensive music and fencing lessons, and isolation from everything fun had wrought.  But they didn’t know.  This…other life that he led was secret from everyone, even his closest friends–not like he had many of those.  He was mostly a loner; his only friends were his trainer and tutor-turned-advisor.  While this wasn’t the first time he’d had a drunken makeout session with a stranger, it wasn’t exactly normal behavior for Noctis.  He typically spent more than an hour with someone before doing this, but he was pent up and he had had a few too many drinks.  Even so, this felt different than before.  He felt drawn to this person, like even if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to tear himself away.  He didn’t know why and he didn’t have much time to dwell on it.  He was far more interested in exploring this man’s body, outside and in.  So, it wasn’t unusual or surprising that they ended up at a hotel less than fifteen minutes later.  It was less personal that way, and this was anything but personal.

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But have you considered surprise Adrienette babies?

It’s literally both their lucks coming into play.  Adrien’s because they weren’t, you know, trying to have a baby.  But it’s also Marinette’s because they’re ready for the baby when it comes.

(ALSO: Grandparents Tom and Sabine getting SO INVESTED.  And Grandpa Gabriel also getting SO INVESTED.  Alya and Nino getting SO INVESTED.  Marinette and Adrien have so much love coming at them from all angles it’s overwhelming.)

Inspired by the Stony fic tropes that are making the rounds. It mentions Steve watching Tony in the workshop, and I wondered about Tony watching Steve in a studio. This turned…uh, a little sadder than I’d originally intended. It could be pre-slash or platonic. Open to interpretation.



“You seen Steve?”

Nat twisted in her chair, her expression carefully blank, and Tony suddenly knew that his hunch was right. Something had happened.

“Why are you asking?”

“I haven’t seen him in a few days. Normally I’m the one who has to be dragged out kicking and screaming into the sunlight, and he’s usually doing the dragging.”

“Aw, did no one come feed you?” She was smirking, but Tony didn’t fail to notice that she immediately held out her chocolate bar to him.

“I ate. A while ago. But that’s not why I’m up here. Where’s Steve?”

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If Winter Ends
Bright Eyes
If Winter Ends

if winter ends… | bright eyes

“but i fell for the promise 
of a life with a purpose,
but i know that that’s impossible now.
so i drink to stay warm,
and to kill selected memories,
because i just can’t think anymore about that,
or about her tonight.
and i give myself three days to feel better
or else i swear i’ll drive right off a fucking cliff,
because if i can’t learn to make myself feel better,
how can i expect anyone else to give a shit?

and i scream for the sunlight,
or a car to take me anywhere.
just get me past this dead 
and eternal snow.
because i swear that i’m dying,
slowly, but it’s happening.
and if that perfect spring is waiting somewhere,

just take me there…
lie to me and say, ‘it’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright,
it’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright,

bcuz it’s just that time of year again

People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.But sometimes it’s 9am on a tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up and the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
On Partnerships and Ladynoir

I almost liked “Reflekta” better than “Antibug” in terms of Ladynoir development.  In fact, I think it’s the perfect counterpoint to “The Puppeteer.”  Let me explain:

I feel like Marinette is the kind of person who tends to fill the default “leader” role in her friend group.  (Side note: but Alya is the Mom Friend.)  See “Dark Blade” when she runs against Chloé for class president because no one else will, even this week when she stands up for Juleka.  She’s more likely to embody “if something can’t be done right, then do it yourself” attitude.  She knows she can always count on herself, knows if for whatever reason there’s slack, she’s the one who can and will pick it up.  She has no lack of confidence in her own abilities.

I don’t think it’s conscious on her part that she also applies this to her relationship with Chat Noir.

(I also see the best progression of episodes, as far as the last couple weeks, going “The Puppeteer” –> “Reflekta” –> “Antibug” (sprinkle “The Gamer” and “Kung Food” and “Animan” in there however you please) in terms of Marinette’s development.

“The Puppeteer” proves to Marinette that she can survive a fight without Chat.  “Reflekta” proves that she DOES need him, and we get a couple great conversations between Chat and Ladybug to this effect.  “Antibug” is an affirmation of what was shown this week: Ladybug and Chat Noir are a team.)

So you’ve got Marinette, who is prone to resort to relying on herself when she sees weak links in the chain, telling Chat that she can handle this akuma on her own, because she sees that he’s lost his powers and she thinks that means he’s out of commission today (not necessarily that she can always beat the akuma without him, but that she thinks she must do it alone today, and she’s already proven to herself that she can).  But THEN! You’ve got Chat reminding her that he just saved her butt without his powers just fine, thank you very much.  That he doesn’t need his powers to be her partner, that he’s got good ideas, too.

So this was really, really important to me.  This is so good for Marinette, to get this reminder that she doesn’t always have to rely on herself, that Chat will always stand with her even if he’s not at peak performance, that he’s just as competent and effective a partner when he’s not at peak performance.  This is what healthy relationships are all about.