she almost can't believe someone actually saw she did a good thing

On Keith and leaving Allura behind

One thing I’ve always wanted to clear up is the ‘Keith is cold-hearted’ thing. I can see how the scene of him being ready to leave Allura behind might come across as such, to quote Hunk: “Keith, that’s cold-hearted even for you.” 

But that is not how things actually are. Let me explain why he acted the way he did back then, because Keith has had just as many emotions about it as everyone else. 

Keith is rational, observant and tends to state stuff exactly as it is, with all facts lied out to make sure that everyone gets the whole picture. (see: how he explained his board in s1e1, how he argues with Lance at the beginning of s1e3 etc.) He has been known to accept critique pretty well - he actively tries to work on his temper (“patience yields focus”) and accepted that Lance’s plan was better than his in s1e7. In turn, however, he expects people to treat him the same way. If there isn’t any evidence to contradict it, he takes things people tell him at face value and accepts them as facts. It is one of the reasons him and Lance clash often, Keith can be found constantly correcting Lance’s statements and Lance doesn’t appreciate that. 

This is coupled with his rational personality. I have no doubt that part of that comes from having been forced to grow up without a family and people to comfort him when he was feeling lost, he has had to deal with reality screwing him over quite a lot of times already. He is extremely cautious and protective of his friends when a possible threat appears (see: how he placed himself in front of the team when Klaizap appeared in s1e2), probably exactly because he knows that when they are gone, they are gone. That happened to his dad, that happened to Shiro. 

And now he thinks the same thing has happened to Allura.

It is not that he doesn’t want to help her - because he does. He really does, he even said so himself. (And he wasn’t lying. We all know that Keith is an absolutely horrible liar.) In his mind, there were four facts battling with one another: 1) I want to save my friend; 2) “the ship that is headed to Zarkon’s central command?” “the place that’s way too dangerous for us to attack?” (a direct quote from an exchange between Hunk and Keith from s1e10. Keith had accepted that information a fact); 3) we are fighting against an enemy we know next to nothing about; and 4) I am responsible for the entire universe and I can only protect it with Voltron, for which Allura technically isn’t essential. 

So he stands there and goes through all the facts. And he comes to the - absolutely logical - conclusion that it is too dangerous to go to Zarkon’s headquarters. He could lose even more friends. He could lose the universe’s only hope. So he does what he always does: suppress his emotions for the greater good. He did that there, he did it when he decided to give up the blade in s2e8.

But then the others turn against him. We can’t see his face when they begin to vehemently protest against his statement-

-but I have no doubt that it would be serious and reflective. The backlash would have made him reconsider the conclusion he had come to. Because that’s what he does when he faces critique: take a step back and reevaluate. Obviously, fact 2) wasn’t quite right. [Also note how open his body language is, he is more than willing to discuss this.] 

And once the execution of their plan starts, which means an actual chance for getting his friend back, he is right at the front of the group again. 

Keith isn’t cold-hearted. Not at all. Does this look like the face of a cold-hearted person to you?

Because that is the face he made when he came to the conclusion that it would be too dangerous to save Allura. He is not happy about it. He genuinely believed that she was already lost and they were about to condemn the universe for a suicide rescue mission. If there is anything he can do to save his friends, he will do it. Like, seriously - he had never seen Zarkon before that episode. For all he knew, Zarkon could be 5ft tall, wield magic and be immortal. But as soon as he saw a normal-sized Galra in armor, Zarkon suddenly became less of an abstract concept and more of something that he has an actual fighting chance against. Look at how his attitude towards him changed in season 2, at the end of it he volunteered to infiltrate Zarkon’s base on his own!  

(Also. He was the one that asked Allura if she was sure that she wanted to come with them: “I’m sorry, princess, did you say ‘we’?!” in s1e10. He was worried for her. There is no way he didn’t want her back.)

Keith constantly watches out for the greater good. It’s what he told Pidge when she wanted to leave to go look for her family - “everyone in the universe has families!” - and what he did when he gave up finding out about his past in the Trials of Marmora. He pushes his own emotions down because he genuinely believes one person’s life and/or comfort isn’t worth putting the entire universe at risk. And that does not equal being cold-hearted.

tl;dr: Keith has had perfectly valid reasons why he hesitated to go on the rescue mission. He wanted her back just as much as everyone else. He is not a cold-hearted asshole.

anonymous asked:

hi!! i'm new to your blog and have been binging on your imagines (i love them) haha. i really like the idea of the rfa ( + v and maybe saeran too if that's possible, i mean, can't leave them out !!) accidentally meeting mc before the party and if it's possible i'd like to request them accidentally meeting an artist mc painting in a paint and sip studio, if that's okay? thank you sm ^^

Oooooh I’ve never heard of that. Sounds fun! 
Italicized writing means MC is talking, and V’s has spoilers about his route~
Also, I’m so sorry anon but I didn’t include Saeran because there was absolutely no good way to write it. Like, I could not make any sense of how or why he would be at a paint and sip after recruiting MC but before the party? There was no way I could make that make sense. I’m sorry. I tried! D: 
~Mod L 

♡ One of the clubs he tried joining was a painting club 
♡ Initially he wasn’t that good, but he was convinced to stick with it 
♡ He actually got pretty good at it, and his friend convinced him to go to a paint and sip studio 
♡ He was really nervous because he didn’t think he was good enough, but tried it anyways 
♡ He also wasn’t super into drinking, so he kind of just had his glass with him but wasn’t drinking much
♡ All his friends wanted to be towards the back of the room, so his spot was a few spaces behind yours 
♡ When he first saw you he thought you were absolutely gorgeous, but especially so when he watched you paint
♡ You were so focused on your work, and it showed in the beauty of it
♡ He realized halfway through he hadn’t pained a single thing and fumbled to catch up 
♡ He was already nervous enough and so now having to rush meant his art wasn’t the best it could’ve been 
♡ One of his friends noticed and couldn’t help but tease him for it 
♡ “Jeez Yoosung, you have to focus on your art man!” 
♡ Hearing his name got your attention and you turned around immediately 
♡ He tried to hide at first because he was blushing so much from you noticing him but you were able to help him realize it’s you
♡ He’s over the moon and spends the rest of the day with you

♡ One of his directors invited everyone from a play he was on to go, and he wasn’t super excited about it 
♡ He wasn’t an artist, and he was mostly going to please the director 
♡ Also alcohol 
♡ Alcohol always helps
♡ When he got there he was way more focused on the wine than the painting, but he eventually he had to pick up a brush 
♡ As he focused in on painting you noticed him from only a few spots down, and you recognized him from the millions of selfies he’d already sent to you 
♡ You were so shocked you accidentally bumped into someone, spilling wine all over yourself 
♡ That caught Zen’s attention, and you were looking back and forth between him and trying to apologize to the person you bumped 
♡ He pieced together that you were focused on him, and went over to help clean up the wine 
♡ “You’re eyes can’t seem to leave me. I know I’m handsome, but you’ve got to be a bit more careful~” 
♡ Cue a groan from his coworkers 
♡ He just assumed you were a fan until you managed to stutter out who you were
♡ He couldn’t believe it at first, but as soon as you explained that yes, it really was you he couldn’t have ran out the door with you faster

♡ After quitting her job, she was still trying new things to see what other hobbies she’d love 
♡ She wasn’t planning on going to this, but rather saw the poster and made the spontaneous decision to go 
♡ Which was very rare but so exciting for her 
♡ She saw you while everyone was setting up, and she couldn’t help but think you were absolutely stunning 
♡ Once everyone began painting she focused in on her art but couldn’t keep you out of her mind 
♡ She couldn’t see you from her space, but that didn’t stop all the thoughts about you 
♡ She wondered if you noticed her, or was looking at her painting and if you thought it was any good 
♡ Even though she couldn’t see it she was positive yours was gorgeous 
♡ You had in fact noticed her, and you thought it was her but you couldn’t fully tell 
♡ Once everyone was done you hesitantly walked over to her, and soon as she noticed you approaching she felt her heart skip a beat
♡ “Jaehee?”
♡ When you said her name you almost gave the poor girl a heart attack
♡ Once you both realized yes, it was in fact each other Jaehee was so excited to meet you
♡ She messaged Seven to make sure it was safe to take you out for the rest of the night, and that’s exactly what he did 

♡ His dad had invited him to attend for him to meet his new girlfriend
♡ Jumin was not happy about this, but to make his father happy he agreed to go
♡ The wine helped
♡ His father’s girlfriend insisted on going to a regular sip and paint rather than a more expensive one or renting out the entire place, which brought Jumin a certain amount of relief that she didn’t seem to be using his father for money 
♡ He had a conversation in the messenger with Yoosung and Jaehee that he was going, but you didn’t read the log until you were walking in the door 
♡ When you looked up lo and behold there he was 
♡ He was looking over the wine selection, and he seemed dissatisfied with what he was seeing 
♡ You walked up to him, and rather than immediately introduce yourself you decided to talk to him for a bit first
♡ “You know, this white wine is fantastic”.
♡ He didn’t see you approach him, so he was taken aback by your sudden words but you wouldn’t be able to tell from his face
♡ “I’ve never heard of this brand before. It must be-”
♡ “A commoner brand? Yeah, it’s not that expensive, but just because it’s cheaper doesn’t mean it’s worst~”   
♡ Jumin gave you a confused side eye, and you just winked as you took a sip of your wine 
♡ He decided to take a sip, and was pleasantly surprised at the taste
♡ “.. You’re right. This is a rather crisp wine. Thank you for the recommendation. But I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of an introduction?”
♡ He was surprised at himself for being so willing to meet an absolute stranger with no business relation, but something about you just caught his attention
♡ When you introduced yourself, it suddenly made complete sense 
♡ He insisted on leaving the sip and paint, with the excuse that there was no way you were safe from the hacker there 
♡ And he said an early goodbye to his father and took you back to his home

♡ Vanderwood was upset 
♡ For a job Seven insisted they needed to go undercover to a sip and paint 
♡ He thought it was incredibly unnecessary, and was upset he had to go too
♡ “Agent, don’t we have more work to do on the computer? And don’t you have that RFA girl to watch over?”
♡ “Vanderwoooood, I told you a million times. I can do the work quickly, and we need to be here to gather information. Also, she’ll be fine so long as she doesn’t leave the apartment~ I told her not to. She’ll read the log and stay put, and everything will be fine!”
♡ You did not read that log
♡ You were getting ready for the sip and paint 
♡ When Seven and Vanderwood entered and Seven saw you, his jaw just about dropped through the floor 
♡ He immediately took Vanderwood out and explained that everything, in fact, was not fine and you were in there
♡ Vanderwood almost killed him on the spot 
♡ “We need get her out! But we have to be subtle!… Listen, come back inside and just follow my lead, okay?” 
♡ Vanderwood didn’t trust Seven at all but went with it anyways 
♡ You were set up right next to the wine table, and Seven scooted the two of them up until they were right behind you and then shoved Vanderwood into the table
♡ “O-Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I think my friend has had too much to drink, oh no oh no- Uh, miss, can you help me carry him out?” 
♡ Not recognizing Seven you offered help and both of you helped carry Vanderwood out 
♡ Seven has a bruise from where Vanderwood dug his hand into him
♡ When you were all out and Vanderwood was pissed at Seven you had no idea what was going on
♡ While somehow not getting killed by Vanderwood Seven explained himself and introduced the two of them, and decided the safest thing to do was to just take you back to his home with him 

♡ V was walking home when he saw the poster for the sip and paint
♡ He couldn’t help but be reminded of his mother, and thought about the last time he’s ever painted 
♡ His eyesight was only getting worst, and he figured if he was ever going to do it it would have to be soon 
♡ Despite feeling very conflicted about it, he decided to do it 
♡ As he entered he chose a spot to set up, coincidentally right next to you
♡ His eyes weren’t able to make out the images of you very well, so he didn’t recognize you but you felt so familiar to him
♡ But he shook the feeling off and tried to focus on the painting 
♡ As he painted he felt frustrated that he couldn’t get it just right, and halfway through was feeling completely distraught 
♡ He accidentally mumbled out loud, “Ah, this was a mistake,” before softly setting his tools down to leave 
♡ “I think it looks nice”.
♡ You had whispered to him, so initially he wasn’t sure he actually heard you
♡ “I mean, half the people here have had too much wine and yours looks like a Picasso compared to theirs”
♡ But he couldn’t help but chuckle at your joke, and decided to pick his brush back up and continue 
♡ You two continued with small chatter as you painted, and V found he was genuinely enjoying himself in your company
♡ Time flew by quickly as you two quietly talked and painted, and before either of you knew it it was time to go 
♡ V realized then that you two never properly introduced yourselves, and as soon as you said your name everything clicked in his head
♡ He then became very worried about why you weren’t at your apartment, and walked back you back home safely

Companions react to childrens' awe after they act heroic
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> The children of the settlement watched in awe as the companion took down 6 raiders at once. Sole wasn't there, and all of the turrets were down, so it was up to them to protect the settlement alone. A little girl around the age of six almost got bludgeoned when she came out of hiding to get her teddy bear. Before she got so much as a bruise, the companion swooped in and killed the nasty raider. They patted the girl's head before giving her back her teddy bear. They told her to get back into hiding, and the companion went back into the firefight. (The ones that can speak/pat heads anyways) When the very last raider was down, the companion collapsed on the ground, exhausted. They only got a second to breath though. As soon as they could, every child from the settlement tackled the companion. They called them awesome and cool while giving the companion hugs, or high fives.<p/><b>Ada:</b> "That is quite enough children. You are welcome, but I really need to get back to my duties." The kids keep pestering poor Ada until she relents and answers a few questions. She only stays long enough for the children to be satisfied with the answers they got. She leaves to go hide somewhere while she runs a diagnostics on herself.<p/><b>Cait:</b> She felt pretty good about herself up until she thought the kids were getting to annoying. "Alright kids. That's enough. Bugger of now!" She almost felt bad about sending them away, but the kids didn't seem to mind as they were acting out what had just happened. That made Cait glad. She wouldn't even want to think about what Sole would do to her if she made a kid cry.<p/><b>Codsworth:</b> "By jove!" Codsworth was surprised when he got knocked down by the children. He just sat there slightly dumbfounded as to why the children were so awe-struck. He kindly answered any questions they had until the kids got bored and moved on to play at the playground. Though he could see the little girl he saved sporting a bowler hat identical to Codsworth' later that day. If he had a face, he would've smiled.<p/><b>Curie:</b> She was very pleased to have the kids think that she was cool. She answered honestly when she was asked how she felt while fighting. "Well... I was definitely scared. I probably couldn't have done it if I wasn't trying to protect you all." That made some of the kids tear up. Curie almost panicked, but managed to calm them down by giving them some candy she had found a while back.<p/><b>Danse:</b> Danse didn't get knocked down due to his power armour but the kids swarmed around his legs, making him lose his footing and fall. The force of it made some kids fall, and made two of the younger ones cry. Danse teared up himself. He hated seeing innocent kids cry. He quickly recovered, and scooped the crying children up and ran them over to Curie, so that she could cheer them up. The rest of the children hung on to his back. Curie cheered them up, and now the kids thought that Danse's strength was more impressive than anything. He gave them all piggyback rides the rest of the day as a way to make up for his screw up.<p/><b>Deacon:</b> Right away, Deacon told the crowd of kids extravagant lies about his more awesome adventures. "I once fought twice that many deathclaws barehanded!" He liked having someone believe his dumb lies for once. He kept it up until Sole came back to a Deacon with his own little group following him everywhere. They told him to quit it before the kids get any wild ideas.<p/><b>Dogmeat:</b> Dogmeat is absolutely ecstatic that he is getting all of this attention. He enjoys the belly rubs and 'good boys' that the children give him. He returns the favour by giving them thank you licks on their hands.<p/><b>Gage:</b> Gage is low-key terrified of children, so he doesn't even try to interact with them. He just runs. That leads to a chase where the kids think its a game. He eventually can't continue running, and neither can the kids, so he just collapses onto the ground. The children fall on and around him, and he can't find the strength to push them off, so he just falls asleep like that. Sole comes back to see that they're still asleep in that position, and finds it absolutely adorable. They don't hesitate to tease him about it later.<p/><b>Hancock:</b> When he gets tackled, he hits his head, making him black out for a second. The kids go silent, and one asks if he's dead. Hancock just sits up and starts laughing. "Don't worry about it, you little tykes. As you just saw, it takes more than that to off me!" The kids cheer, and start apologising a bunch. It takes Hancock a while before the kids will part from him. He enjoys having the kids follow him around like a miniature army. He finds it cute.<p/><b>Longfellow:</b> Instead of taking the praise the children offer him, he sits them all down to tell them really excited stories from when he was young. As the stories get more and more suspenseful, the children get more and more drawn in by them. When Longfellow is all done, the kids are even more awe-struck than before.<p/><b>MacCready:</b> He hugs and high-fives the kids right back. He's just happy he saved them, but he supposed it couldn't hurt to accept the children's thanks. If Duncan is in the crowd, then MacCready makes sure to act like killing all those raiders single-handedly is no big deal. He wants to show off for his son.<p/><b>Nick Valentine:</b> He ruffled a few of the kid's instead of a hug. They call him "the most awesomest person ever, " but he refuses the title. "Listen up kiddos. I'm not all that great. But you guys? You're the real cool ones. You didn't panic when the raiders came, and I bet that when you're older, you'll be able to kick twice as much butt as I did today." He smiles as the children's beaming faces. They all think of how cool it would be to actually do that.<p/><b>Piper:</b> Is so happy that the children thinks she's cool. She gets called a lot of things, but never cool. She doesn't hesitate to give all the kids hugs, telling them what a great job they did staying calm even when their home was being attacked. If Nat is there, she makes sure to drag a compliment out of her sister. She begrudgingly does, but in her mind, she's thinking of how awesome her sister is.<p/><b>Preston:</b> Preston is practically glowing with happiness. He's so glad that the children are looking up to him. Especially since he did something that's a good influence on the kids. He doesn't hesitate to tell them about the Minutemen and how they help people too. "Listen up kiddies. When you grow up, and you want to help and be awesome just like I was, then you should join the Minutemen." Some of the kids keep that in mind.<p/><b>Strong:</b> Needles to say, Strong is confused when a bunch of tiny humans crowd around him. They're all taking at once, so he can't understand a single one. Strong roars as loud as he can, effectively scaring them off. All of them except the girl with the teddy that is. She just stands there and says "awesome" in a barely audible voice. Surprisingly, Strong takes a liking to this fearless child and the two become friends. The little girl rides around on Strong's shoulders all day while he tells her stories about the killing he's done with his bothers. The strange creatures he's eaten, and the milk of human kindness are mentioned as well. When Sole comes back and sees them, they don't even question it.<p/><b>X6-88:</b> He's already waking away before the kids even reach him. He ignores them before they get in the way of his path. He sighs and tells them to speak. They do, and he almost regrets it. Their questions come rushing forth, some of them, he can't even answer. He stumbles over his words, and is just all around confused until Sole comes back and dismisses the kids. They look at X6 with a smirk on their face, amused that children can get him so easily frazzled. He's so close to hugging them in thanks, but decides against it. He opts for a simple "Thank you sir/ma'am." Sole chuckles and goes about their business.<p/></p><p/></p><p/><b></b> @ishtar0110<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Hello! May I get some drabbles about Mei's, McCree's, and someone else of your choice having a S/O that died... and then later came back to them as a ghost? And the ghost s/o can't interact with them without possessing something (or maybe even someone)?

(I’ll make the third one my bae, Genji. ^^)


Mei held the photograph in her hand, her elbow leaned to the wooden writing table. It had been a long time since they had died… And she didn’t even know.

Mei had been frozen for years without knowing all of her comrades had died. She was the only one on Ecopoint: Antarctica to survive. Not even her lover had remained alive, and she didn’t know. Once she was found and told what had happened, she almost couldn’t believe it was real.

It had been a long time even since then, but she could not stop thinking about them. Mei wasn’t sure she’d ever get over them, but she didn’t even know how to try. How to start trying. Fot the moment, she couldn’t take her eyes off that photograph.

Their old house felt far too large without smelling the fresh coffee made by her s/o, and without waking up next to them. Their old clothes and furniture were still everywhere, reminding her of the past she could not let go. Every day, she felt hollow.

The broken table lamp flickered on and off again and it was starting to get distracting. Mei put down the photo and turned to turn the lamp off, but it didn’t seem to work. She groaned and sat up, going to pull the plug on it. She tore it out of the socket, and the flickering ceased. She sat back down, sighing. [Name] had always been cheap when it came to furniture…

A moment later the light started flicking again, causing Mei to blink in confusion. She made sure the cord in her hand really connected to the lamp, and it did. So… How was this happening, exactly? She picked up the lamp and examined it thoroughly, then screwed off the light completely. Yet it still blinked.

“What in the world…” she muttered to herself as she stared at the blinking light. That’s when she noticed more blinking in the corner of her eye and turned to look toward it. She saw that another lamp was blinking in the hallway. Was somebody pulling a prank on her?

Mei stood up and followed the blinks with a confused expression, stopping under the supposedly broken ceiling light. That’s when it stopped blinking and turned off. However, another blinking started in the staircase.

“Who’s doing that?” she asked, still more confused than anything. After lagging in the hallway for a few seconds, she decided to follow the light downstairs. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, the blinking stopped again. She heard the TV get turned on in the living room. Now things were really getting creepy.

Hesitantly, she followed the noise into the living room and cautiously stepped toward the television. She picked up the remote and turned it off, but it came right back on, by itself. That’s when she noticed she had started to shiver.

“Whoever is pulling a prank on me, now would be a good time to stop,” she asked, more than a little spooked. But no response came. Then the channels of the TV started changing, never going further than one or two words before changing again.

Hello… My love… It has truly been… A while… Hasn’t it?

Mei flinched, and her legs gave in. She was now seated on the sofa, her hand covering her wide open mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This prank was outright cruel.

I know you… Have been waiting… For… Me… For a long time… But I… Had no way… To… Contact… You.” The channels kept changing similarly, as if the TV was really Mei’s dead lover speaking to her. She couldn’t help it when her eyes suddenly filled with tears.

“This isn’t real. That can’t really be you,” she protested, nearly choking on her own words.

It’s… Hard… To believe… Even… For me… I’m sorry… For… Leaving… You.

Mei hiccuped and tried to hold back her sobs. The words were spoken far too much like her lover’s. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she shook her head in protest. She couldn’t believe it.

I don’t… Think I… Have… Long… But I… Wanted to… Tell you… Did I… Ever… Tell… You look… Cute… Without… Your… Glasses?

That’s when Mei finally broke into sobs. It must’ve been her lover. There was no one else who would know to speak to her like that.

“You told me all the time,” she sobbed, her cheeks wet with tears. “Every morning you would tell me that. I- I miss you too, [Name]. I miss you so much…” The television took its time before starting to change channels again.

Hah… Yeah, I… Think I… Did… But… Mei?” Mei thought it was strangely cute how the TV had turned to a weather report to get her name. “Promise… Me… You… Will… Move on.” She shook her head again.

“No, I can’t p-promise that… I don’t know how to, I can’t forget about you. I don’t want to,” she stuttered, pointlessly trying to wipe away her tears.

I don’t… Want… You to… Forget about… Me… I still… Love you.

“I love you too, [Name],” Mei responded, her breathing shaky. “Please don’t leave me again.” Again, the television didn’t respond at first.

I’m sorry… I have… No… Choice… I’m… Already… Fading.

“That’s not fair!” Mei exclaimed weakly, her throat sore and her voice hoarse from crying.

I’m sorry… Goodbye… Mei.

The television flicked off. It became dark in the room, and the only noise left was Mei’s violent sobbing. She had curled up on the couch and covered her eyes with her hands. Though she felt the world was cruel for tearing her apart like that, there was a hotness in her chest she hadn’t felt in a long time. For the first time of what felt like a decade, she felt like she was actually alive again.


Mercy was currently examining him after Jesse had gotten injured on his last mission. As usual, he’d been too reckless and had not thought everything through. There was a bullet wound on her thigh, and he was currently only in his briefs in front of the beauty that was Angela Ziegler. Anyone would have been a little flustered, but the doctor was very professional about it.

“Ahh, you don’t have to be so violent, doc,” Jesse complained when Mercy slowly inserted the pliers into the bullet hole.

“Oh, stop complaining. I need to get the bullet out, whether you like it or not,” she stated with a calmness that would’ve freaked out a younger McCree. This version was used to it by now, however.

“Ya coulda made it so that I weren’t feelin’ it, though,” Jesse argued and earned an eye roll from Angela.

“Honestly, since when have you changed your preferences? You seemed a lot tougher the last time I patched you up… Or perhaps it’s because I was doing it in front of [Name],” she teased, finding the bullet. Jesse stilled at the mention of that name.

“Oh… Could be,” he replied dryly, earning a concerned look from Mercy.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to bring them up,” she instantly apologised. Jesse shook his head, waving it off.

“Nah, it’s fine, Angie… Just, hadn’t thought about them that much lately,” he explained half-heartedly.

[Name] was an Overwatch agent Jesse had fallen head over heels for when he was still a young man in Blackwatch. On one of their missions, things had gone horribly wrong and they had passed away. The only consolence to McCree was that Morrison had told him they’d passed peacefully. Even if he couldn’t be sure, he wanted to believe that.

Angela nodded, regretful, and turned back to the wound.

“Okay, this is the part that hurts the most. Bite on that sponge I gave you,” she ordered, and Jesse did as asked, putting the white, soft sponge into his mouth. Mercy released a breath and took a steady grip on the bullet, then pulled it out in one smooth motion. Luckily it wasn’t stuck to the bone – but even then, Jesse made a pained groan.

He took the piece of sponge out of his mouth and watched as Angela put the bloody bullet aside and pressed a clean rag against the now bleeding wound.

“Would you hold this for me while I get the bandages? Thanks,” she asked and moved Jesse’s hand onto the rag. He pressed it against the wound, like he’d been told to, while Mercy turned to the table behind her. The wound stung, and he could feel the blood soak the rag slowly.

“You could hurry up a little, Angie. I’m bleedin’ out here,” he half joked and lifted his gaze to the blonde. He noticed she was oddly still, her back still turned to him. He raised a brow. “Doc?”

Swiftly, the angel turned around, a strange expression on her pale features. There was a sad smile on her lips, pain in her eyes. Jesse quickly became worried.

“Hey, Angie, I didn’t mean–”

“Jesse,” she said calmly, but that was not Angela’s voice. Well, it was, but the pitch was not right. The way she said Jesse’s name, was not right. Nostalgia flowed through him when he heard the pronounciation of those syllables. “I’m sorry… It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen your face.” Jesse blinked.

“Ha… Stop jokin’, Angela. You don’t want me to stain the medbay, do ya…” he chuckled awkwardly, weirded out by the behaviour. It must’ve been a strange joke, maybe one she’d learnt in Switzerland. Mercy shook her head.

“Jesse… I know you haven’t forgotten about me. Remember the time I bailed on the mission briefing and we hid in the storage room for hours?” she said, causing McCree’s eyes to widen. Of course he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Angie, if this is your way of trying to make me feel better about [Name]… Well, I’d appreciate it more if ya stopped. They musta told you about that time,” he retorted, disappointed that someone as nice as Angela would do something like this. He was also briefly hurt that [Name] had told about something so private and intimate.

Mercy kneeled in front of the chair he was seated on and reached to cup his cheek with her left hand, just like [Name] used to… Jesse swallowed, and suddenly couldn’t take his eyes off Mercy’s.

“I didn’t tell anyone. It was our secret, after all… Remember the necklace you gave me that day? The one I lost the next spring. The lock broke and it fell into the lake,” she said, and Jesse’s lip quivered. Maybe it wasn’t real, but it was at least something. Could it be real…?

“I swore I’d dive in and get it back for you, but you stopped me. I laughed about it after, but ya felt really bad about losing it,” he finished the story easily. “[Name]…” he said quietly, his tone needy and his gaze distant. There was a smile on Mercy’s lips again.

“Jesse,” they responded, softly. “I wish I could stay longer, but I only came to tell you how much I’ve missed you.” Jesse quickly took their hands into his own.

“I’ve missed you too… You don’t have to go,” he assured, suddenly worried that he wouldn’t get to see them ever again, or to hear their voice… What remained of it. It had always been his favorite lullaby.

“I can’t, I really can’t… It would be wrong to steal Angela’s body just to be with you. It would be horribly selfish. I’m sorry, but I can’t,” they said and shook their head violently, clearly torn. Jesse didn’t want that to be true and he grit his teeth in frustration.

“You only came to tell me this and to break my heart again,” he said, bitter. For years he had mourned after his fallen lover, and now that he got to see them again, they would abandon him for the second time. They looked stunned, hurt, even.

“I came to say goodbye,” they said, worked up due to Jesse’s response. “A goodbye I never got to say. I don’t remember exactly how I died, but my last memory is wanting to tell you how much I love you… Jesse, please just give me this. I’ve been wandering aimlessly for so long. I need to be free.” There was obvious pain in their voice and Jesse immediately felt guilty about causing it. He pulled them into a hug, and they made a little yelp as they were pulled close.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I really didn’t. I’m sorry,” he repeated, keeping them pulled against him. “I missed you for so long. I never got to say goodbye either.” They relaxed and wrapped their arms tightly around Jesse, then pulled away. Their eyes were locked as they stepped away, fingers still intertwined with McCree’s.

“Goodbye,” they whispered, then their fingers fell apart.

Mercy stilled and stared blankly for a few seconds. She took a hold of her head, feeling dizzy all of a sudden and having to take support of the table behind her.

“Woah… What was that…” she muttered to herself – perhaps she needed to take a break and get something to drink… She only got to wonder about it for a moment before she was distracted by the sounds of muffled crying. She looked up and saw Jesse sobbing into his hands, and she froze, her stare firmly on the man.

“Oh, Jesse…” she said softly and stepped over, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. The talk about [Name] must’ve hurt him worse than she’d first assumed. “Come on, let’s patch you up,” she continued with a reassuring smile and went to fetch the bandages.


They weren’t sure why everything was such a haze. Events from their past played faintly in their head, a messy stream of memories. Some of them were more prominent than others. Their childhood was mostly a confusing mix of colors, faces and sentences. As time passed, some moments became clearer than others.

Memories of Blackwatch came to mind. They remembered gruesome missions, colorful personalities. They remembered Commander Reyes, how he was the crew’s favorite and how unexpectedly kind-hearted the man was. The image made them smile.

Then, they remembered another person. They remembered someone wounded and angry, someone who was half man and half machine. Their heart beat a little faster at the bittersweet memories. They remembered falling in love with that man – all the arguments and long nights. The sweet moments whenever they managed to get a break from life.

They remembered great pain. It started from their chest and spread to everywhere in their body. They remembered dying, but that’s when their head stung. How did they die, again? They were pretty sure it was in a fight, on a Blackwatch mission. But then it hit them: They were dead.

It was empty and dark where they were. They tried to look around and make sense of things, but there were no shapes in the darkness. Not until a few beats later, when they started forming. Walls, a floor, furniture… All formed one by one. Then it all came apart and changed. The process repeated multiple times before the view finally seemed to still. It had switched to a graveyard.

They stood in front of a dark gravestone. It was cloudy, but there was no rain. They walked closer to the gravestone, feeling it call to them, whispers in the distance. They kneeled down, their eyes widening at the immediate discovery: It was their own name engraved there. This was their grave.

Quickly, they stood straight and looked around. The graveyard was almost empty, except for the figure that slowly neared them. The figure looked like an omnic, they noted, and simply watched as it came closer. The omnic passed them and kneeled next to their grave, lighting a stick of incense and placing a sparrowhawk feather next to it.

Once again, their eyes widened. They quickly turned their gaze back to the omnic who had put his hands together and said a wordless prayer. Genji? They tried to reach out and touch his arm, put it phased right through. Stunned, they quickly retracted their hand and stared at it. Ah… They were a ghost.

“Genji…” they said his name, and for a moment the man looked distracted. He looked around, as if he’d heard something, but soon just started walking away from the graveyard. They bit their lip and started following him, wherever he was going.

It was a hotel, a very standard one with nothing special to say about it. He walked a straight path into his room and they followed him like a shadow. Genji picked up the phone in his room and seemed to be calling someone.

“Room service? Sorry to bother you. I’d just like to inquire you about your breakfast options,” he said. [Name] just watched him. “The first one will be fine, thank you.” After he’d said that, he lowered the phone. Genji picked up the book set on the nightstand and seated himself comfortably onto the bed, then started flipping through the pages.

It was hard to take it all in. This Genji Shimada was nothing like the one [Name] remembered. He was polite and respectful, but most of all, he sounded like he was at peace. They didn’t know what to think about it, except that clearly a lot of time had passed. Then they wondered, was Genji upset when they died? Did he even remember…

Suddenly they were a little bitter. Their lover was allowed to move on while they were stuck in a timeless loop. They wanted to shout, but knew it would have no effect. It would be meaningless to scream in an empty void.

It wasn’t long after that there was a knock on the door. Genji put the book away and got up from the bed, then went to open the door. It was the room service he’d called, a pretty lady dressed in the hotel uniform. Genji let her in with the breakfast cart.

“Thank you for being so quick,” he said politely, but the maid could only blink at him. It must’ve been odd to serve food to an “omnic”. She probably thought it was for someone else not in her view.

“We try our best to be efficient,” she then said and offered the tray with a wide smile. Genji chuckled softly and watched the lady take the cart and head back for the door.

Like by the gravestone, strange whispers were echoing in from the woman’s direction. [Name] wasn’t sure what it was, but it was calling to them, so they walked closer. They reached toward the maid and touched her, and slowly she turned her head around. For a brief second they were sure she had seen them.

They felt a little dizzy and glanced down. That’s when they noticed their clothes had changed. In fact, they were wearing the clothes of that hotel employee just now. Their free hand held onto the breakfast cart, and the metal felt hard against their hand.

“Are you alright?” Genji’s voice called, and they snapped their head up at him. He was looking straight at them, his head tilted just a little in concern. He… Could see them? Then… They must’ve somehow possessed that woman’s body.

“Oh… Yeah…” they said hesitantly, then straightened their posture. Genji didn’t seem convinced.

“Are you sure? You look like you could use a break. I’m sure your boss wouldn’t notice if you took a few minutes,” he said, but all they could do, once again, was to stare at him. They stared, then averted their eyes. Genji’s gaze on them was too much, even if his eyes weren’t in view. It felt so long ago, yet not at all, since they last spoke. It felt wrong.

“I couldn’t stay,” they said hastily.

“I don’t see why you couldn’t. It’s nicer to eat in company,” the cyborg insisted and seated himself on the edge of the bed, the tray on his lap. He slowly removed his mask, revealing the scarred skin underneath. It really was Genji.

[Name] wasn’t sure what else they could do, so they went with it and sat down next to the man. They didn’t have to stare, they’d seen his face countless time in the past. They knew what he was.

That’s when they remembered the bitterness at the pit of their stomach. This was their chance to shout, to scream, to remind their past lover that they were still here. Alone. Their fingers twitched at the painful thoughts, and they looked up at Genji, ready to pile all of their frustration on him.

Genji looked back at them, chewing on his food. They stilled at how adorable it looked. It wasn’t fair – it wasn’t fair that he had moved on. They tore away their gaze and grit their teeth behind their lips.

“I have to go,” they said and got up, not leaving room for Genji to respond. “I hope you enjoy your food,” they added before pushing the cart out of the room. It must’ve been a strange meeting on his side, but [Name] didn’t really care. They needed to get out of there.

In the hallway, they leaned their back to the wall. Their breathing was shaky as they tried not to burst into tears. Sure, it was unfair that Genji had found peace even though they were gone from his life. But at the same time, it filled them with happiness that he was no longer that broken man they’d fell in love with.

Because of that, they felt themself become filled with relief. It was nice to see their lover one last time.

–Mod Evie

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on a fan theory that all the events of episode prompto only happened in Prompto's head and weren't real? (Is it safe to discuss the episode now?)

Well, on my blog it is, at least, but I’ll tag for spoilers just in case. c: Because I REALLY want to talk about this theory because, to be honest, I’m really close to agreeing with it. To an extent, I mean, since Episode Prompto was an odd one in my eyes.

So spoilers ahead, because we’re talking EPISODE PROMPTO! Read below for my rambling!

Keep reading


This is my first KC fic, and also my first fanfic written in English. I’m high on it to say the least. 

Damon was the first to go.

Caroline did not expect that. She always thought it would be Elena, or Bonnie- not that she wished for either of them to go, but from the very start Elena had been the most human of them all, and Bonnie… Bonnie had had her fair share of near-death experiences as it was. Even herself- as the last vampire standing in Mystic Falls, she wasn’t naïve enough to humor the notion that she could just live happily forever.

But never had she thought that it would be Damon. Maybe a tiniest part of her would always picture Damon as the mysterious young man tuning up out of the blue, with abysmal eyes and abysmal powers. Even if they faced multitudes of more powerful, more indestructible enemies post-Damon, even if Damon became a mere human post-cure, Caroline had subconsciously felt that Damon would live long into the unforeseeable future.

God knows he had been in the Civil Wars. That was old.

Or maybe that was just Damon. He came with a dramatic entrance, sauntering into this one-pony town when everyone knew literally nothing of the supernatural world, wreaking havoc while he was at it. And when he left he ought to go with a flourish, reuniting every friend and family member all over the world to see him off- though there couldn’t be a more anti-climatic ending than dying of old age.

He didn’t even live long enough for Elena’s 50th birthday.

The cure was as fair to every former undead as it was cruel. Katherine, with 500 hundred years of calamity and glory, turned grey in just a few months. And Damon’s hundred or so years took their toll on him in the end.

“Actually I think I lucked out.” Lying in bed in Liz’s former bedroom (the old Salvatore house had long become the boarding school, and he steadfastly refused to spend his last days in a hospital), Damon wiggled his brows towards Caroline. The orange light of the sunset cast through the windows onto his face, his blue eyes almost transparent in the soft hue. “Oh I hate this color.” He held the corner of the white sheet between his fingers, which was a shade of gold in the sunlight, grimacing before loosening his hold on it.

“You always hated yellow. I know.” Caroline tried hard not to roll her eyes, the corner of her lips turning up instead.

Damon looked up at her somewhat thoughtfully. After a while he offered an off-handed response, “No, not always.”

In the last 20 years they still hadn’t become best of friends. Damon had Alaric for a drinking buddy, blowing off steam and just fooling around. For a rare heart-to-heart he had Bonnie. Not to mention Elena- they were practically joined at the hips. Call it differences in disposition, or call it old grudges, but Damon Salvatore and Caroline Forbes were just not meant to be BFFs. Even so, the bond between them had gradually and imperceptibly grown inseverable.

Because of Liz Forbes.

Because of Stephan Salvatore.

Caroline didn’t know if this was the first lesson on being an immortal. The bond holding you together with someone was defined not by yourselves of your dynamic, but by the time you co-existed, the memories you shared- the deaths you withstood in each other’s company.

“You will see him.”

Damon glanced at her while fiddling with the day-light ring on his finger (he never took it off), taunt in his eyes, though not as sharp as the old days.

Caroline reiterated with punctuation, “You will see him. And when you do, tell him that we’re all doing well here- we miss him, but we’re doing well.” She laughed a little, “Of course, he probably already knows all that. Oh, and tell him that we’ll meet him one day and just be patient, especially now that you’re going to be bothering him day and night.”

Damon rolled his eyes, “Ever the optimistic, huh, Blondie? You know, I’ve been wondering for the past twenty years. Did my blood have a genetic mutation in your body? Cause my bloodline couldn’t possibly be this sunshine-rainbow-unicornly. It clashes with my image.”

Caroline just upped her eyebrows for the sake of it.

“Seriously, how can you be so sure?” After a few minutes’ silence, Caroline almost thought he had fallen asleep, but Damon revisited the topic, “how do you know that in a year, or ten years, or even a century, that you can see someone again?”

Caroline looked out the window. The windows in Liz’s bedroom faced the courtyard of her childhood home. From this angle, she could vaguely see the white roof of the porch spreading into the sky, as if calling for something, or maybe reminding, “Sometimes you just need something to hold on to. And sometimes… You just know.”

That was their last conversation. That night, Damon died peacefully in Elena’s arms.

Everyone came to the funeral. Including Bonnie, who was traveling the world; Matt and Jeremy, who were assisting a case of “animal attack” in a police station on the west coast; Lizzie and Josie, who had settled down in Atlanta. Their whole Mystic Gang.

Caroline stood in a far corner, with dark sunglasses that were so not her style, watching people congregating and then scattering, every word of whisper meant or not meant to be heard reaching her ears in perfect clarity- but Mystic Falls could not know of her existence. Not anymore.

A few years after that, it was Alaric’s turn.

And then Matt. Bonnie. Jeremy.

Caroline developed a new tradition. For every person who left, she would add another frame on the wall beside her bed. All these years she preserved the most completed and up-to-date photo collection of their gang. She would spend several unsleeping nights perusing every accurately-named file and neatly-labelled album, selecting the perfect smile to be staying still in said frame.

And the other unsleeping nights after that, she would stand by her bed, cleaning the frames in moonlight, or just counting them, forward and backward.

It wasn’t as creepy as it sounded- Caroline reasoned with herself. After all, she had seen someone carrying a bunch of caskets for a thousand years. You couldn’t get much creepier than that.

And then it was Elena. Elena, who everybody loved, who really glued their little gang together for all these years, who Caroline adored and envied and hated and couldn’t fathom being without, who she hadn’t separated with since childhood.

In her last hours, Elena lay in the exact same bed where Damon had passed away, her eyes and smile as gentle and compassionate as when she was 17, “Oh, Care, I’m so sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Elena.” Caroline held her shriveled hand, “They are waiting for you.”

“Someone’s been waiting for you, you know.”

Caroline didn’t act like she couldn’t understand. She was well past the phase of pretending and denial. But she also didn’t feel like answering. The correspondences interspersed all these passing years, every word of which crossing her mind, only to be overshadowed by Elena’s increasingly labored breaths and heart beats. So she just held her hand, hand that was still warm with a bit more force, and reciprocated the smile that she knew so well.

Elena’s funeral was greatly different from Damon’s. Almost everyone present had been her former co-workers or patients, instead of friends and family. They didn’t have kids- someone with both possible doppelganger blood and the cure in his veins would have been destined for a life with too many unpredictable dangers.

Caroline stood afar as always, listening in on people wishing Elena reunite in heaven with the love of her life.

That kind of love never dies.” She remembered someone once saying something like that.

A week passed and Caroline still couldn’t remember when or where she heard that line. The strengthened powers of a vampire did not include superior memory. Caroline smiled wryly before putting the photo of Elena she had chosen into the newly-added frame.

Another ten years and it came to Lizzie and Josie.

They were, after all, Alaric’s girls. Their magical powers were guided to thrive in the boarding school, but eventually both of them had settled for a normal human life. They hadn’t sought out the spell for longevity like so many other witches did.

These two funerals Caroline did not attend.

After Lizzie and Josie each had kids, she slowly bowed out of their lives- she still talked to her little girls as often as she could, but her grandchildren mostly knew nothing about her. A normal human life far away from the supernatural world had not a place for a grandma who didn’t age. It was Lizzie and Josie’s choice.

She snuck into Lizzie’s hospital room late at night, during non-visiting hours. In a certain difficult breath Lizzie woke up from her fitful sleep and saw her, before smiling into the oxygen mask. Alaric once said that her smile could light up the whole room- just like Caroline’s.

“Mom,” Lizzie blinked, “It’s so nice to see you.”

“I’m here.” Caroline bent down to kiss her on the forehead, just like what she did when she kissed them good night in their childhood, “Mommy’s here.”

That was also the last words she said to Josie.

She didn’t go to their funerals.

In the following months, something Bill Forbes had said before he died constantly sounded in her mind, “Parents are not supposed to outlive their children.”

Sometimes she didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

When Caroline was young, she experienced too many deaths in too short a time period. Mystic Falls was like the swirl in the supernatural tides, dragging them all down. But somehow they escaped, even sailed their little ships into the distance. However, no one escapes time.

When death poured down like storms, you didn’t have a chance to stop, to mourn, to feel. You could only run and run and run some more, wishing that you may come out the other side in one piece. But when death snuck into you layer by layer like the chill of night, you could barely get up before you were stiff and frozen, unable to move a limb.

The funny thing was, vampires were not susceptible to coldness.

Maybe for that exact reason, Caroline overlooked the signs. She didn’t care that she had more and more sleepless nights, spending more and more time counting the frames. She didn’t notice that when she was with the kids at the boarding school she couldn’t find the sparkling happiness that used to warm up her heart. She didn’t realize that her world was fading and muting right before her, in spite of her vampire eyesight and hearing that only augmented as her years grew.

Caroline only felt more and more stressed. And when under stress, Caroline Forbes always turned to stress-cleaning.

Halfway through her closet, she found her old phone inside the pocket of a coat that she hadn’t worn for years.

Before she realized what she was doing, the phone was playing against her ear the only voice mail that she kept.

She heard that low, accented voice a whole century away, talking to her about food, music, art and culture. She could hear the smile in his voice, the music flowing in the street where he stood, and the sunshine sizzling in his dark blonde hair.

And just like that, her world was reignited.

She felt slightly dizzy from the barrage of colors and sounds storming into her head, but her trembling fingers pressed the buttons without a miss, the number that she knew by heart to this day.

It went to voice mail.

Caroline opened her mouth, but no sound came out. They had kept in touch through the years, in tacit mutual understanding choosing the old-fashioned way of correspondence, which was slow and far between. For a century she hadn’t once heard his voice, nor he hers.

But Caroline had forgot how her body would act on its own accord whenever she was facing him. She felt a strange yet familiar sound coming from deep inside her chest,


Just this one word.

Yet she felt drained.

But the whole world that she regained, or rather rediscovered moments ago was sending a steady flow of strength into her, invigorating her perpetually.

The screen of her phone quietly lit up on the morning of the following day. Caroline opened the text, her heart uncannily calm and peaceful.

It wouldn’t hurt to prove me right once in a century, love.

She smiled, picking up the bag that she had already packed the night before.

And then she stepped out into the world that he once promised her.

Garrett and Marian Banters - Mark of the Assassin
  • Fenris: Manservant...
  • Isabela: Aw, Fenris got his feelings hurt
  • Tallis: It's just a cover
  • Fenris: I'd like to cover him with six feet
  • Marian: Seems a bit excessive. Where are you planning on getting all these extra feet? I'm not donating mine to the cause. Or are you hiding more on you, aside from the two attached to your legs?
  • Fenris: It seems that the last six years have not dulled your absurdity, Marian
  • ---
  • Marian: Remind me why we're /looking/ for the big scaly things that can kill us?
  • Garrett: You wanted to impress a cute elf
  • Tallis: You think I'm cute?
  • Fenris: *smugly* Unless you have suddenly taken to referring to yourself as 'he' and 'him', then I am afraid you are out of luck on that front
  • Garrett: They were /her/ words, not mine
  • Marian: What, she /is/ cute!
  • ---
  • Tallis: I told her not to touch it! What part of that didn't she understand?!
  • Garrett: You clearly don't know my sister. With her 'don't touch anything' means 'touch everything'
  • Tallis: But that makes no sense!
  • Garrett: You didn't grow up with her
  • ---
  • Tallis: So are you married?
  • Marian: Are you talking to me? Really?
  • Tallis: Well, it's just- You're the Champion of Kirkwall, or one of them anyway. Big. Important. I don't know... just wondering if there was a wife behind the throne?
  • Marian: *laughs uncontrollably* As if I'd be able to stand through the ceremony long enough!
  • Tallis: So the stories are true
  • Marian: Come on, I thought everyone and their grandma knew I have the attention span of a nug!
  • Tallis: I meant that you snort when you giggle
  • Isabela: Ooh, you got caught out Birdie!
  • Marian: Blast, my darkest secret revealed!
  • Garrett: That's nothing. When we were children, she used to- Hmph!
  • Marian: And that's enough out of you, little brother
  • ---
  • Tallis: So... you and Marian are together?
  • Isabela: Yep
  • Tallis: But you have no interest in marrying her?
  • Isabela: Why would I? I don't need a piece of paper to prove anything, and I hate being tied down
  • Tallis: And her flirting with me doesn't bother you? At all?
  • Isabela: So long as you ask nicely and promise not to steal her away, I'll share. There's a lot of Birdie to go around
  • Marian: Love ya Queenie
  • Isabela: *laughs* I love you too Birdie
  • ---
  • Marian and Garrett: What?
  • Tallis: You really are twins, aren't you?
  • Garrett: Is that why you were staring?
  • Marian: But we're identical in every way!
  • Isabela: Might want to look down Birdie, I think you've lost your beard
  • Marian: Blast, not again
  • Garrett: You can borrow mine if you like
  • Marian: What, and get Fenris cooties all over my face? No thanks
  • ---
  • Isabela: I heard something interesting the other night. About Castillion
  • Marian: You have pretty eyes
  • Isabela: Don't even try that on me Birdie. What did you and Fenris do?
  • Fenris: We did nothing. It was a complete accident
  • Marian: He ran into my knife
  • Isabela: Birdie, you didn't!
  • Fenris: *smugly* He ran into her knife ten times
  • ---
  • Marian: You've done something with your hair. It looks... different
  • Isabela: What? My hair always looks like this
  • Marian: No, it's usually sleeker... Straighter... Is that how it naturally looks?
  • Isabela: Ugh, Andraste's granny pants...
  • Marian: It looks gorgeous. You should leave it like that more often
  • Isabela: ...You think so?
  • Marian: Absolutely Queenie. I mean it
  • Isabela: Oh stop you, before I feel grateful enough to drag you into the bushes for some private time
  • ---
  • Tallis: So are /you/ married?
  • Garrett: Are you trying to see if I snort when I laugh too?
  • Tallis: *laughs* Damn he saw right through me. But... in all seriousness you /are/ one of the most important people in Kirkwall. Just curious
  • Garrett: Well, I'm not. Though I might have someone in mind
  • Tallis: So why are you not-?
  • Garrett: The situation in Kirkwall is precarious. There'll be time enough for that later, just... not now
  • ---
  • Tallis: So, you and Garrett?
  • Fenris: Must you poke your nose where it does not belong?
  • Tallis: I'm just curious
  • Fenris: Take your curiosity elsewhere. Our affairs are not yours
  • ---
  • Garrett: How do you stand it?
  • Marian: By putting it on its legs
  • Garrett: *groans* Not the table, I meant these parties. I just- ugh, how could you possibly enjoy it?
  • Marian: How could I enjoy fine clothes, free food and all the gossip in Thedas? How could you not?
  • Garrett: The free food is nice, I suppose
  • ---
  • Marian: Don't turn around
  • Garrett: Fifi De Launcet?
  • Marian: Dulci actually. She looks like she's itching to come here and complain about something. Maybe because you didn't shave?
  • Garrett: Ugh
  • ---
  • Marian: Ah wine, excellent. I need to be even more plastered than I thought before this is over
  • Garrett: Is there a reason you're taking /my/ wine glass?
  • Marian: Mine had an unfortunate encounter with Lady Thrennhold's dress. Took a mind of its own when she implied that someone needed to fix your 'unkempt appearance'
  • Garrett: What's unkempt about it?
  • Marian: Your hair mostly. Particularly the hair on your face
  • Garrett: We can't all compete with Duke Prosper over who has the most impressive facial hair
  • ---
  • Garrett: Avoid that Comte if you can; the old one sitting on that bench over there. He was saying some... rather unpleasant things earlier
  • Marian: Like what?
  • Garrett: Nothing too awful, but...
  • Marian: Gary...
  • Garrett: He was complaining about your... sense of humour
  • Marian: What's wrong with it?
  • Garrett: You really need to ask? Don't worry. I took care of it
  • Marian: What did you-?
  • Garrett: You'll see when he tries standing up
  • ---
  • Marian: I can't believe you
  • Garrett: Hm?
  • Marian: All these years, and I thought you had no sense of humour
  • Garrett: Ah, the Comte is having a little trouble with his breeches is he?
  • Marian: *laughs* The guards had to hold candles under the bench for a good ten minutes until the ice thawed. And the whole time he complained about the state of his privates. Seriously Gary, that was downright diabolical
  • Garrett: Anything for my big sister
  • ---
  • Marian: *sniggers* Knickers
  • Garrett: Making friends?
  • Marian: I already know most of the people here, but I only just wormed the knickers story out of Fifi de Launcet. Meanwhile, you seem to be acquainting yourself with the buffet
  • Garrett: It's one of the most interesting guests here that doesn't question our choices in lovers. But I did see someone interesting. Do you remember Sister Leliana?
  • Marian: From the Lothering Chantry, the one Carver fancied? Why are you...? /No/
  • Garrett: Just over there, in the pink dress. I almost didn't recognise her, but I'm sure it's the same Leliana
  • Marian: I didn't realise Chantry sisters attended high society parties
  • Garrett: What's more is that Tallis seemed to know her
  • Marian: I get the feeling that this is something we should keep our noses out of for once
  • Garrett: Agreed
  • ---
  • Marian: Leopold is going to be a wyvern with a very unhappy tummy
  • Garrett: Once you're done messing with the wyvern's lunch, can we move on before the cook realises you lied to her?
  • ---
  • Tallis: You know what you're doing. Who trained you?
  • Marian: My mother, believe it or not. Apparently you learn a few things about stealth when you sneak out to meet your apostate lover on a regular basis
  • Garrett: Wait, /mother/ taught you how to do this? Since when?
  • Marian: You had your training, I had mine
  • ---
  • Marian: *sigh* Why is it always the cute ones?
  • Isabela: Didn't you know? It's in the job description for being the backstabbing rogue
  • Marian: Well that explains a few things
  • ---
  • Garrett: More of these things?
  • Marian: You be careful brother dearest, else I'll think you're missing the Orlesians
  • Garrett: I think I'll take the nasty little gremlins thanks
  • Fenris: Is there a difference?
  • Isabela: *giggles* Ghast-hole
  • ---
  • Garrett: I get the feeling you wanting to help Tallis has less to do with protecting innocents and more to do with getting in her pants
  • Marian: *indignant gasp* How could you say such a thing? Do you really think I would be so selfish as to-?
  • Garrett: Yes
  • Isabela: Yes
  • Fenris: Yes
  • Marian: ...well okay maybe a little
  • Garrett: And you're okay with this Isabela?
  • Isabela: What? It's not like she didn't ask me first. Birdie might be a horny little shit, but she always makes sure I'm okay with it before she goes chasing after anyone
  • Marian: We do this thing called 'communicating.' You know, the thing you and Fenris recently learned how to do
  • Isabela: Only took you three years of blue balls to manage it
  • Garrett: Bela!
  • ---
  • Fenris: When you were speaking with Tallis about marriage... You said you had someone in mind
  • Garrett: I did
  • Fenris: And might I ask...?
  • Garrett: *sigh* Of course I meant you Fenris, why would I ever even entertain the idea of anyone else?
  • Fenris: ...Do you mean that? You would wish for us to marry?
  • Garrett: Yes, but only if that's what you want
  • Fenris: I ah... I merely thought that-
  • Garrett: Fenris, if I wasn't completely serious about us, about being with you, do you think I would have waited for three years?
  • Fenris: You make an excellent point. Perhaps we shall discuss it further later... Away from present company
  • Marian: Oh please don't stop on our account
  • Isabela: Keep going, I need to write this down. Varric will be green with envy that he missed /this/
  • Tallis: As romantic as this is, and as nice as the warm fuzzy feelings are, we do have to stop Salit. Like, right now

anonymous asked:

Do you think they really kissed? i didn't even know about karlie and taylor's friendship back in 2014 but i remember a lot of articles about them being bffs. there were pap photos, vogue cover, etc and suddenly it just stopped. and then i remember that weird insta photo that taylor posted on karlie's birthday...

Oh god pre-kissgate kaylor is such a blur at this point tbh. So idk what you’re aware of specifically? But in my view Kaylor history can be divided very neatly into two separate eras: BKG (before kissgate) and AKG (after kissgate) and both are going to inform my answer to your question. So the first part of this is a very basic Kaylor timeline and the second part is my actual answer. (This got long, I’m really sorry.)

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The MSR: Molly Sherlock Relationship. Going down the Rabbit Hole.

It’s rainy, Rabbit Hole kinda day and trying some Sherlolly thoughts on for size. All speculation, of course, but I love this Ship and look for anything that supports my rose colored glasses.

It all began like this:

My sister and I phone chatted this morning, where I shared an experience a friend of mine had. After almost 30 years of what appeared to be a great marriage, my friend’s husband announced he was no longer in love, found someone else to be with, and said he was filing for divorce. Of course my friend was devastated, but that’s really not the point of this post.

After my friend’s husband told her everything, he ended his confession by saying: “I hope you’ll be happy.”

Ring any bells?

My sis and I laughed at the ridiculousness of his statement, because it’s meaning couldn’t have been further from the truth. In this particular case, the husband wasn’t wishing his wife happiness. He just wanted to assuage his guilt.

As the convo continued - we discussed the meanings behind the clever disguise of that token phrase, which has nothing to do with blessing someone. It’s all about hiding how bad someone feels.

Applying the above to The MSR: (Molly and Sherlock Relationship)

“I hope you’ll be very happy, Molly Hooper. You deserve it.” The subtext infers: ‘I am not happy at all, and feel completely fucked.’

As I thought about that scene more, I had a Eureka moment. It mirrored what Sherlock told John in his best man speech: “As I am your best friend, I can’t congratulate you on your choice of companion.” Of course, in the end, we know Sherlock did - because he realized sharing John was something he could learn to do.

Applying that to Molly: 'As I’m the man that loves you, I can’t congratulate you on your choice of companion.’ Should Sherlock truly love Molly, it’s highly doubtful - actually, improbable - he’d share her with anyone.

Sherlolly peeps have always know Sherlock wasn’t happy with Molly’s engagement, something he would never openly admit to her, or anyone, in any genuine way. But, if push came to shove, he would definitely let his covert, flippant and sarcastic side have free range. Which was: The hospital slap scene. Molly’s admonishments to Sherlock take on an even greater meaning in light of possible subtext.

“How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with.” —> Sherlock can live with that…probably not the first time he’s heard it. From snippets we’ve seen in his mind palace, he may not always believe his gifts beautiful or brilliant.

“And, how dare you betray the love of your friends. Say you’re sorry.” —-> *This* comment, however, was a game changer.

If Molly’s anger had only been about Sherlock’s drug usage, he probably would have gone with 'This is all for a case, chill out.’ Like he said to John. But, she didn’t do that. She brought up trigger words like: 'betray’ and 'love’ using her left hand for the last slap.

Sherlock’s comment: “Sorry your engagement’s over, though I’m fairly grateful for no ring.” Was his 'Fuck you. I’m not happy for you and never was. You have no room to talk about love and betrayal. So there.’

If any of this is remotely true, the hallway scene in TEH is even more heartbreaking, because it could speak to something that was left unfinished between he and Molly from two years previous. Something they both know, but neither one willing to address openly - 'cause a whole lot of awkwardness can set in during that long stretch of time - especially when there’s been no contact whatsoever.

Sherlock invites Molly not only to a whole day spent with him, but to 'dinner’- only to pull it away from her - letting her know she won’t have this thing she’s always wanted if she moves forward with her engagement. He could be implying he’s willing to give their relationship a go, perhaps a full on commitment, because he can’t do it half-way. Sherlock never does anything half-way.

Somewhere in between Anderson’s and Sherlock’s version of what took place in TRF lies the truth. The only aspect that was emphasized in both version was Molly - Sherlock addressed the logistics, while Anderson the intimacy. I suspect Sherlock planted a passionate kiss on Molly just before walking out the door and disappearing for two years. In his mind, that kiss might have represented a promise - an act filled with raw emotion, something he never allows himself to do.

There’s another thing worth mentioning. In his best man speech, Sherlock began with a rant about the speciousness of Love and sentiment - how they stand apart from his cold reason (logic) - and let’s not forget he added the 'death watch beetle’ (more about that later.) But, he wasn’t addressing John and Mary. He loves John and willingly admitted it - In front of everyone. Sherlock has no qualms with love when it’s authentic.

Instead, maybe, he used J&M’s wedding, and the beginning of his best man speech, as the opportunity to openly make his opinion known about entering into, and maintaining, a relationship that’s dishonest at its foundation. Perhaps he was pointing out how a certain person is distracting herself with bullshit and being false. In other words, he might have been giving Molly a veiled threat or warning. Not maliciously, but attempting to let her know he sees through her charade. Tom was right, Sherlock was pissed (another veiled usage of words meaning anger, not drunk) and he’d been trying to keep his shit together from the moment he returned.

Sherlock expected everyone (John and Molly) to 'wait’ for him - to be exactly where they were when he last saw them. Especially Molly, because she knew what he was going off to do, and how dangerous it was. It’s an unrealistic expectation given how most people live their lives, but for Sherlock it’s a completely logical assumption. He would do no less for those he loves.

Sherlock shut down his emotions for good reason. It makes him a better detective, easier access to his logic and facts. He doesn’t open up easily or let people see what goes on in that 'funny brain of his.’ But, the few times he has allowed himself to forge bonds, it’s an all or nothing deal. So, it stands to reason he would expect this from Molly – because he opened up to her. He showed her his vulnerability.

Sherlock could begin to adapt with John - including being more involved in the wedding planning than John himself - but he had no recourse with Molly. He was hurt, sad and lonely - attempted to project and include Mycroft in the loneliness he was feeling. Then there was the game of Operation – “Oopsie, a broken heart. How revealing.” Sherlock needed someone to relate with - hoping he might find a common ground with his brother, only to discover the futility.

At the hospital, John told Sherlock he could have come to him if he was feeling bad (drug use), but we know this isn’t the way Sherlock rolls.

Rarely, if ever, does Sherlock shows us his helplessness. Instead, he uses deflection or projection onto others.

Molly is very pivotal to his emotional well-being, because she not only sees what lies behind his genius, but points it out. She’s the only one he’s shown himself to be real with. This is actually given to us by the creators.

Sherlock’s feelings about the wedding and, more even importantly, Love, was reduced to two words: “Into battle.” He’s now up for a fight.

Here’s where the statement “Death Watch Beetle” is interesting: The phrase first came to literary use in Edgar Allen Poe’s: Tell Tale Heart. Coincidence? We know what Mycroft would say. The obvious aspect of the death watch beetle foreshadows the death of an old man (Sherlock death in HLV). But it’s further revealed that the narrator of the book (Sherlock’s speech) has taken a course of stealthy and sneaky ways, behaving sociopathic, to get what he wants. The narrator (Sherlock) feels angry and volatile and betrayed.

As an aside — the first wallpapers in use for regular people were newspapers and pages from books. I also remember a quote from my Feng Shui practices that said: There is nothing more revealing about a person than the wallpaper they choose. I’d like to find that quote. It’s feels very appropriate for some reason.

anonymous asked:

I'm a larrie and I don't really get this 'big larries lies!!', you are always so good to discuss things with and I'm always up for different opinions on things, so... I follow a lot of larry/larrie blogs obviously and some do post about "recipes" but 90% it's from an anon and the OP almost always say that they can't say if the story/information it's false or not. I never believe those things... I'm not sure if you understand that most people don't? If it's a story people mostly think it's cute.

im really glad u asked anon…seriously. bc antis can go on about “big larries lie!!!” all the time w/o elaborating so ur question is valid. and it gives me the opportunity to lay it all out as best as i can! thanks to @thelarrative for tagging stuff properly so i could find all of these posts! otherwise my undocumented ass would’ve been searching for years! 

okay let’s get started (we’ll go larrie by larrie):

vansandburberry: lied about danielle leaving during the x factor taping. someone who was actually there said that was a lie, that danielle stayed the whole time and left with louis.

lapelosa: hoo boy. perhaps the biggest liar of them all. claimed she knew briana did not give birth by saying “Yes I know the whole story is fake” but failing to give any sources. when asked if she knew “for a fact” if larry was still together, she simply said “yes i do”. no sources, no elaboration. just a yes bc DUH. who needs evidence or proof when you have lapelosa’s word. said she knows for “a fact” that azoff signed the whole band, that larry are definitely engaged to be married (from a reliable mysterious he/she-who-cannot-be-named-but-most-definitely-exists-of-course), that there “is no baby” in this lovely post that compiles her lies together.  a continuation on that whole azoff thing she claims to know in this post. on top of all of this…an anonymous entity submitted this story to lapelosa about meeting the tattoo artist at bondi ink who’d done louis’ dagger for him…it reads like a poorly, cheesily written fanfic, the most notable quote becoming larrie jargon: “the rose has already been taken care of”. to lapelosa’s credit she simply posts it and thanks the submitter for the story however the post gains almost 10k notes and as an anti blog at the time, i was FLOODED with anons quoting this bullshit at me and saying i’d lost. when lo and behold…the tattoo artist debunked the entire thing thru an instagram post that has now been deleted. but was the original submission updated with this debunk? nope! it was not! allowing it to conitnue on into internet eternity where unsupposing larries who’ve never heard the story to consider it as #fact (the debunk photo was posted by another larrie on this list however it only received 22 notes vs the 9k+ ppl who saw the original).

worshippedlove: has this document where she supposedly compiles all of the things she’s been told by “people” over the years about louis and harry being spotted together. source for the specific story in this post is ambiguous, story is exaggerated and details that actually place louis and harry together have been filled in (i.e. tattooed guy immediately became louis, no questions asked even though it could’ve been anybody with tattoos). 

conscious-ramblings: told a complete lie about Joe McElderry’s coming out under the guise of her supposedly “working in music” 

srslycris: talked complete nonsense about simon being “a wreck” over “a lawsuit” being waged by the entire band that aligned with the larries’ “it’ll be march soon” mantra. when march came and went without event, cris here had to do some improvising which proves to make absolutely no fucking sense.

aaronbutterfield: a “journalist” (i use that term oh so lightly) pretended to be “brand new” to the larrie culture when he wrote a heavily biased article on larry and why “things were shady”. turns out that was a big lie! @britishsoldierharry carried out the difficult task of exposing aaron for his larrie twitter likes and discovered that he actually wasn’t that new to the whole larry conspiracy after all! and to make matters even more sketchy…he then proceeded to unlike all larry-centric tweets sometime after britishsoldierharry created the original post! huh! fancy that. on top of this, he also said “no other celebrity child has ever had their birth certificate leaked” when that was a blatant lie. he also made this fucking ridiculous post that still makes my blood boil to this day about briana either “profiting off of someone’s closet” or “[sleeping] with a boybander all to become pregnant”, which he bases off of when he has interpreted she would have her first period (which ?????). uh huh. all the while not giving any sources as to how he KNOWS FOR A FACT all of that is true.

saracha33: misled her followers into believing that louis and harry were ALWAYS seen at the same time on the same day which….was proven to be very much not true.

lesbianslovelouis: the doll lady. convinced a very substantial portion of the larrie fandom that freddie was a doll (2 links there). was hailed for finding “the right doll” that was “obviously freddie”. was clearly wrong about freddie being a doll as he is very real and very lovely. a nice big fat lie that she never had to take responsibility for.

BONUS POST: @got-stars-in-your-eyes compiled this post a long time ago, which includes even more big larrie lies! rather than retyping them all out again, you can check out the post which includes other big larries like droppingtheveilofmaya, tellmethisisnotlove, zenlikejen, larryappreciation and more.

a bonus tidbit: this happened just before i ever ventured into the larrie tumblr world so i am not the expert as to what the entire situation involved or who exactly was involved…but it’s evidence that big larries purposely lied to their followers and manipulated what they were posting in order to keep the conversation “on track” to their liking. the post exposing it all is an interesting read.

finally, i am super glad to hear you don’t believe everything you read. but unfortunately others do not operate this way. u will just have to trust me when i say that larries do buy into this stuff and often do bring it up when they talk to me. i’ve had this blog for a year and had to constantly debunk stuff that i’ve debunked time and time again bc multiple larries buy into what the big larries are feeding them. it’s not good, seriously. and some larries will consider them facts until they’re called out on the bullshit and then retreat back into “it was just a headcanon it’s not that deep!!!!!!” which can be frustrating.

anyways, that doesn’t really even begin to scratch the surface with these larries but it’s enough to get a rough idea of the way these people behave! let me know if u have any questions at all :) 

anonymous asked:

A new blog deserves a cookie! 🍪 may I request angst with happy ending? Kise had broken up with his s/o because he didn't want to tie her down when he could barely see her due to his hectic schedule~ but a few weeks after he hears she got a new boyfriend (whose actually a moron who took advantage of her emotional state) he can't stand it and goes to talk/win her back? Is that too detailed? I hope not >.<

No problem, anon! Sorry this took so long, my internet was down for a long while :P Anyways, enjoy! -Admin Fyre

Kise hadn’t wanted to do it, but it wasn’t just his agency that was forcing him to break up the relationship. With a landslide of paperwork, publicity and upcoming projects coming up, he knew it was only a matter of time before it would be more than just a distraction to the two of you. He had the decency to do it personally at least, showing up with flowers and chocolates and an awkward apology.

He knew you weren’t satisfied with the reasoning. “Just because I understand it doesn’t mean I agree with it,” you’d said, grumpily, but no matter what compromises you offered to try and make the relationship work, Kise was adamant. “_______cchi shouldn’t be tied down to a crappy relationship with a guy like me. You deserve someone who can actually make time for you.”

You didn’t object because you knew he was right. It just wasn’t going to work out. Kise assumed you would be strong enough to move on, which was why he left with a heavy heart but an optimistic mind. You’d be fine.

Or so he thought.

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samsjazz  asked:

I've been thinking about Bellamy's anger in 3x05 and have been wondering. Do you think his anger and resentment at Clarke comes more from her actions in 3x03 than her leaving in 2x16? And as well as her referring to "we" meaning Lexa and her instead of previously when we meant her and Bellamy? Or did his resentment of her leaving in 2x16 grow after 3x03? And do you think he's angry that he doesn't think he is who she thought he was? I can't quite pinpoint if it's all cumulative to him by then?

Yessss I love it when people ask me to talk about Bellamy.

I do think his anger was triggered by Clarke’s actions in 3x03, but the resentment had been there since 2x16, he was just hiding it better before then.

Let’s start with 2x16: Bellamy doesn’t want Clarke to leave.  He does his best to convince her to stay, even using the exact same words that she used in 1x08, and saying please even though he’s never been big on manners.  But Clarke says she can’t, so he lets her go because he trusts her.  He believes that she’ll come back, and he just has to hold himself together until she does.  There’s an endpoint, in his mind– no fixed date, but eventually, Clarke will come back and they’ll pick up where they left off.

He makes do from 2x16-3x01, upset that she left but doing his best to understand, because Clarke always gave him the benefit of the doubt.  She supported him when he was at his lowest so he will do the same for her from afar.  There’s a tiny part of him that resents her for placing such a burden on him, but he fights it because he’s doing what needs to be done and she’s coming back.  That’s what keeps him going and what helps him be a good man, because he knows this is just temporary.  

And then Bellamy finds out she’s being hunted, and he loses his damn mind.  He starts out just regular-worried, impatient with the Farm Station reunion because it’s delaying him and setting out from Niylah’s immediately when he hears that she was there just last night.  (Also: he and Niylah shared a LOOK and if that look was not “Oh man you’re in love with her, aren’t you?” on Niylah’s part I will EAT MY HAT).  He sees her in his rifle scope and CHARGES towards her.  Pike has to hold him back, and the whole time they’re in the cave Bellamy is like a caged animal, pacing and growling and unable to stand still knowing he’s so close to her.  He risks his goddamn life to find her, and when he does his face is nothing but joy.  She’s still tied up and they’re still surrounded by an enemy army, but he’s happy.  We haven’t seen him smile in season three, not like this– not with Gina and not even while the delinquents are singing.

I think if they had gotten away from Roan then, Bellamy would have let his resentment go.  It might have come up, eventually, when she overruled him a few too many times during meetings or something, but it would have been much softer than what eventually erupted because he held up his end of the deal and so did she by coming back– maybe not entirely willingly, but he could overlook that if it meant she was safe.

But Roan throws a wrench into things, and then the next time he sees her, Clarke is almost unrecognizable, both physically and emotionally.  She’s dressed up as a Grounder Princess and when he tells her she’s in danger, she refuses his help and sends him away.  She doesn’t explain herself, and even though he’s just learned that Gina has died he’s still putting Clarke first, trying to protect her the only way he knows how.  But she just sends him away like he’s her soldier, not her partner.

And that’s when the doubts start to creep in.  He’s spent months being the man she needed him to be because he thought they had a deal: he would take care of their people and she would take care of herself, but then she would come back and lift some his burden.  Now she has a chance to come back with him, and…she doesn’t.  And she doesn’t look like the girl he remembers, either.  She’s siding with their enemy, and trusting Lexa to keep her word even though as far as he knows, they have no reason to believe she will this time.  This isn’t the Clarke he knows– not by a long shot.

So Bellamy starts to wonder: was he wrong?  Maybe Clarke never planned to come back.  Maybe she wasn’t who he thought she was and maybe she doesn’t see him the way he sees her: as an equal, as someone to shoulder a weight neither of them are  strong enough to carry alone.  He starts thinking about everything that’s happened since they came down, and this time, instead of remembering how she forgave him after he fought Dax, how she told him she couldn’t bear to lose him, how tightly she hugged him when he came back with Mel and how she begged for his life with the bounty hunter, he remembers how she sent him into Mount Weather with a cold, blank look in her eyes.  He remembers how they fought while Murphy was hanging from a tree, and he remembers how much she hated him at the start.  He remembers her walking away and leaving him to take care of their people– a job he doesn’t know how to do by himself– and wonders if maybe she never meant to come back.  Maybe this “deal” they had was only in his head, and maybe she never saw him as an equal– maybe he’s just another soldier to her.  Maybe she’s more like Lexa than he thought and he’s just Gustus to her; a man who will die to protect her but would never get the same consideration in return.

And he feels like an idiot.  This whole time he’s been worried about her and holding himself together based on the promise that she’d come back, but actually, she never meant any of that.  Bellamy thinks he never really knew Clarke at all and that means the man he’s been desperately trying to be– the man she made him think he could be– is made up too.  So when she shows up in 3x05, still dressed like a Grounder and allied with Lexa and giving him orders, his anger and hurt explodes.  He was wrong about Clarke and therefore she was wrong about him, and the pain of that is threatening to break him.

Bellamy had those fears ever since she told him she needed him in 1x08, so when she uses those same words in 3x05 it’s pretty much his worst nightmare made flesh.


Pairing: Touken/Tousaki

Word Count: 2,115

Warnings: None

Genre: Drama, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Many years have passed, and humans and ghouls finally could coexist. Touka ponders on the past and remembers someone she holds very dear in her heart–and hopes to meet him again. Then, she unexpectedly meets someone that almost granted her wish.

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Hai there! This isoriginally just a random headcanon but it turned into a full-fledged fanfic,haha! XD If you have any headcanons, maybe you could share it with me and ifit’s okay, I’ll try to make a one-shot out of it. XD So this isn’t exactly “full out” Touken since only the other half of the pair is physically present in the story. But I guess this could be considered Touken since the other half is in the thoughts of the other, haha. XD Please point out any mistakes I’ve made so I can correct it, and if you have any suggestions for my improvement, please do tell me. I would be very glad to receive suggestions since I am a novice on writing fanfics and English is not my native language. :D Well then, I hope you enjoy! *throws bag of feels in your direction*

Finally, for who knows how many years, it has come to an end. The days of fear and terror has come to an end—for both humans and ghouls.
Finally, humans were no longer being victimized randomly on streets. Finally, ghouls were given rights. Proper treatment. Respect.
Finally, humans and ghouls could coexist.

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TIMELINE: Set during season 3 finale. Minor spoilers.

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“Can you please slow down?” Emma Swan grumbled in annoyance as she tripped over yet another tree root. “I can barely breathe in this get up let alone chase after you.”

Killian Jones slowed his pace then turned suddenly, his long leather coat swirling around his legs as he waited for the blonde to catch up.

“I apologise, Swan,” he said tersely, his expression unmoved as he watched her stumble again even though she shot him an angry glare.

“I can’t believe you’re still mad about what happened,” she stated incredulously when she finally reached him.

“I’m not,” he refuted indignantly, the tense line of his jaw and unhappy frown suggesting otherwise.

“Really?” she scoffed with a roll of her eyes and shake of her head. “Whatever you say, Hook.”

She went to walk past him but his next words stopped her in her tracks.

“I remember what you did, you know,” he muttered with a hint of resentment. “What you said to him…me, how you acted. It’s hazy, but as I stand here, I can recall everything, Emma.”

He looked at her then and she gasped as she saw that it wasn’t the expected anger or even jealousy reflected in his oh so blue gaze…but rather hurt instead.

Guilt crashed over her like a waterfall, almost robbing her of all her breath as she opened and shut her mouth trying to say something, anything to justify her actions. But she couldn’t, because in all honesty she’d revelled in playing the part of a bar wench.

Even now she could see his look of utter enthralment as she’d leaned over the table provocatively, trying to tempt him with her…charms. To his credit, he’d kept his eyes locked on hers and even though that wasn’t the man she now knew, the connection was still there, still real. It was like a tangible thing that she could almost reach out and touch. From then on it had been all far too easy to just go of her inhibitions. To be able to flirt and tantalise Killian…Hook without having to worry about any of the consequences, it was just too good an opportunity to pass up.

Except, apparently, there were consequences after all.

“Look, it didn’t mean anything…” she began.

“Aye, I know that all too well,” he cut in, a tinge of bitterness colouring his tone.

“I was just doing what you asked,” she snapped irritably, taking a step towards him.

“Were you?” he challenged, his voice rising a little. Off her nod, he asked, “Then tell me why, when you suspected that I had already left the Jolly, did you agree to go with him back to my ship?”

Emma’s eyes widened at the accusation and her stomach lurched. She wasn’t ready to have this conversation, didn’t even expect that he would bring it up.

“I…I…” she stuttered, trying to desperately think of something that sounded remotely realistic rather than admit to truth.

“Because I’m certain I gave you a chance to decline my…invitation, such as it was,” he continued, his distaste with his past self obvious from the way he spoke.

The hurt look was back in his eyes again and Emma found she wanted nothing more than to ease it anyway that she could.

“I didn’t want you taking someone else back instead, okay?” she blurted out loudly.

His eyebrows rose at her admission, the surprise shining bright in his eyes.

“What?” he asked incredulously after a few moments shocked silence.

Emma sighed and raised a hand to rub her temple lightly, trying to ease the tension that she could feel beginning to radiate through her body.

“You heard me,” muttered grouchily as she let her hand drop back down to her side, feeling suddenly weary. “And just so you know, I wasn’t actually going to do anything…apart from knock him out and then you did that anyway.”

His eyes narrowed consideringly then he tilted his head to the side a moment before taking a step towards her, then another and another until he was as close as he could be without actually touching.

Holding her ground, she looked up at him and felt her heart begin to pick up speed in her chest. The familiar scent of his leathers filled her senses and her traitorous body swayed towards him slightly, remembering exactly what it felt like to be held in his arms and wanting nothing more than to be there again.

“So, what you’re saying, love, is that if you couldn’t have me tonight, then no one could?” he suggested softly, a small smile now playing at his lips.

“Maybe,” she murmured in response, her gaze flicking down to his mouth then back to his eyes again.

“Good,” he acknowledged on a whisper.

It would have been so easy for her to just kiss him then. She wanted to, so much, but it wasn’t the right time, literally and figuratively.

Disappointment clouded his eyes as she forced herself to take a step back from him and she had absolutely no doubt that her own expression mirrored his exactly.

One day soon she knew she’d have to address whatever it was that was slowly but surely blossoming between them but until then her only focus had to be on getting her parents to fall in love.

Once they’d achieved that and returned to Storybrooke, well then, she decided to herself with a smile, was when the fun would begin.


anonymous asked:

Prompt if you're bored: Amy just started dating Reagan and everyone's at a Halloween party. Amy and Reagan are being couply and laughing and Karma sees and her chest tightens and gets all flustered. Karma follows Amy into a bathroom upstairs, just wants to hug her and hold her because she misses her and is jealous and basically traps her against the door and starts to kiss her neck and "Karma what are you doing?" "Let me" "Th-this isn't fair you can't just do this"

This was actually really fun to write hehe, in other important news the title of this is ‘Who Doesn’t Want To See Scarlett Johansson’s Vagina?’

“Come on” Reagan laughed placing her hand on Amy’s lower back and pushing her towards the dance floor.

“You can’t be that bad at dancing” she said and Amy quickly rolled around Reagan and tried to quickly dash back towards the drinks table they had been hovering at.

“I’d rather you didn’t find out” Amy grinned shuffling away from her girlfriend. Reagan watched Amy move away from her and she folded her arms across her chest like a stubborn little girl.

“Babe” Reagan pouted and Amy suddenly found that she couldn’t resist that face, especially when she was in a Wonder Woman costume. Taking a step towards Reagan she narrowed her eyes.

“If you get injured I’m going to say I told you so” Amy smirked as she got close enough for Reagan to reach out and pull Amy close so that their bodies were touching. Reagan’s dark eyes stared at Amy adoringly.

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  • "Your file has been most interesting to read, ____."
  • "You tell anyone about that and I will rip every last resistor off your circuit board with my teeth."
  • "We're tight. We go way back."
  • "Oh. Wasn't worried..."
  • I don't wanna come off as a gushing fanatic but I've really enjoyed your work."
  • "Oh are you an actor!? I'm talking about how well you handle a gun, it's very impressive."
  • "I read your book when it came out."
  • "You teach diplomacy, I get called in when diplomacy fails."
  • "I just need to feel a familial connection, ya'know?"
  • "___ says I'm not really allowed to say that word anymore."
  • "Really!? What did you think?"
  • "I'd rather relive those days than drink another one."
  • "I hope you're not offended, but I'm not really familiar with your career."
  • "I hear you're also an actor."
  • "The great thing about you not knowing much about me is I can tell you bullshit like that."
  • "So all these years later has your opinion of me changed?"
  • "I'd rather not state the names if it's worth the same to you."
  • "That is a nice exterior you have."
  • "Alright, but make it quick."
  • "Permission to speak freely, ___?"
  • "I have come to a singular conclusion. You scare me..."
  • "In hindsight, do you see that as a wise decision?"
  • "I'll have you know everything we use is 100% designed and made in the U.S.A."
  • "You honestly can't believe that can you?"
  • "Yeah! Just like- Damn!"
  • "Why is that so hard to believe?"
  • "You make a very compelling point."
  • "Good, you're learning,"
  • "What? Me? No, I'm sure of thinking of somebody else."
  • "_____ and I had a long standing business arrangement."
  • "I don't believe you."
  • "I never understood why men with your natural martial talent never joined the special forces."
  • "What's it like being part if that?"
  • "Thank you for pointing that out."
  • "I can't really be there if I'm already there. You know what I mean?""
  • "Are you high?"
  • "Heard you kidnapped me or something."
  • "That was business."
  • "And what about seducing me and make me serve your every little fantasy?"
  • "Never really thought I'd be seeing you like this again."
  • "Hey, aggressive and vengeful is fun. Though I think that's the part you didn't catch on to."
  • "Uh, sometimes you have to spell it out for me."
  • "You ever take anything seriously?"
  • "I still don't believe you're real, you know."
  • "OK, now you're projecting here."
  • "Well you're a... Wait, what?"
  • "Hey, I just call it as I see it."
  • "Well, let me give you a tip. There is no even."
  • "I believe that you did that all on your own, little [GENDER]."
  • "What have you ever accomplished?"
  • "I was a big fan of yours."
  • "I learned so much from you."
  • "No, man. I learned so much about the real world. You know, the real world. With the people with no faces and messages on everything."
  • "Baby Jesus, you folks are freaks."
  • So, you got anything good on you?"
  • "I tried to kill you and you're hitting me up for ____?"
  • "Sounds perfect to me."
  • "Bet it was a good read."
  • "The list of people killed by you was the longest I'd seen in my entire career."
  • "Shit seemed so much simpler in the old days, didn't it _____?"
  • "What's so funny?"
  • "Not if you wanna keep breathing."
  • "It's like someone is intentionally trying to put us together to see what'll happen. Fucking fan-fiction."
  • "So, how many times?"
  • "I dunno fifty is pretty impressive."
  • "Despite everything I've done with my life, apparently that's what I'm known for."
  • "Well, you're in impressive company."
  • "Me? No, God no, of course not... not that I didn't consider it, once or twice."
  • "Why does everyone keep saying that?"
  • "Guess we both fucked up."
  • "Yeah, we were a pair, you and me."
  • "It is fucked up that we can talk right now."
  • "Looks like we were both too blind for our own good."
  • "Tried to blow 'em up on a boat."
  • "What? No, nothing like... ha, well I'll be damned."
  • "A-ahm. Then, how are you here?"
  • "I can't get over how much different you are from your other you."
  • "I guess you and me have a lot in common after all."
  • "How about that sport's team?"
  • "Hell, if someone wrote that in a book there isn't anyone in the world who'd read that shit."
  • "Why you gotta be a dream killer, man?"
  • "That chick told me something pretty interesting."
  • "She says a lot of crazy shit."
  • "I did mess you up pretty bad."
  • "I already won once. I don't need to do it again."
  • "How you holding up? Things getting too crazy for you?"
  • "Did I ever tell you about the time I choked a man to death with my bare hands?"
  • "I can still feel his pulse, beating against the palms of my hand, getting slower and softer, until nothing."
  • "Oh, where have you heard that?"
  • "From the last fantasy game I saw online."
  • "So, you were some big hotshot gangster?"
  • "Did it piss you off to find out she faked her death just to get out of her contract?"
  • "Hurts like a bitch when it's gonna rain."
  • "Watch yourself old man."
  • "Don't get mad at me for telling the truth."
  • "It's amazing the lives I've changed just telling my story."
  • "If I got even one kid off the street it was all worth it."
  • "This was not the downer I was looking for."
  • "Yeah, I had to give that up at some point."
  • "Cause I am totally family material."
  • "I'm not getting anywhere with this argument, am I?"
  • "Are you sure you do not want to go out with me sometime?"
  • "It is just that I have been alone for so long and you and I have so much in common."
  • "I gotta be honest, I don't see any real similarity."
  • "Thanks for rescuing me."
  • "It was on the way!"
  • "Why a whiny brat like him?"
  • "But he's so fucking annoying."
  • "Are you jealous that I did not approach you with the offer?"
  • "Wait, you haven't told anybody, have you?"
  • "Do you want me to tell everyone about what you kept in that locked drawer in your desk?"
  • "You set an example for a lot of men who were questioning their own fashion choices and maybe even who they were inside."
  • "Hold on. By repopulate you mean?"
  • "So, I hear you're really good with computers and stuff."
  • "I guess being taken hostage really changes you."
  • "He ended getting killed when he tattooed the number for the police department's tip hotline to the back of his hand."
  • "Why do humans see the need to permanently mark their body with ink?"
  • "Why do robots see the need to ask such stupid pointless questions?"
  • "You simply don't get it, you had no chance, ever."
  • "You heard about that psychotic witchdoctor before me?"
  • "Kind of a cliché answer."
  • "Kind of a cliché conversation."
  • "Good point. I'll be quiet now."
  • "You know, I had a best friend named ____ once."
  • "I hope for your sake that's a compliment."
  • "How are you enjoying the field work?"
  • "Mastermind is more my speed."
  • "An allure? Is it spy-code for dirt, blood, fire, nausea and the insufferable blatherings of monosyllabic enemies that all look alike?"
  • "I imagine they have already seen themself naked."
  • "What are you doing after this? Maybe see where things go?"
  • "You're not nearly the psychopathic killing machine I was led to believe."
  • "You and I share that."
  • "Oh God! You're one of those."
  • "A thug? Are you saying that I am just a thug?"
  • "You really wanna shut your mouth now, son."
  • "I admit I feel the most direct kinship with you."
  • "We're outcasts, you and I. Strangers even amongst peers."
  • "This is... probably a strange time to mention it, but you were one of the best bad guys."
  • "I even had one of your action figures."
  • "Who would have thought, eh? You and me fighting side by side."
  • "Your brawn and my brains, your sass and my good looks, we're like a buddy cop show."
  • "There's no way you could have known that information, my cover was flawless."
  • "Well, that's quite a theory you have there."
  • "You know, I was like you once, I thought I could take down ____ and carry on with business as usual."
  • "You know, that wouldn't have been a bad idea."
  • "It's nice to get to talk to you on a more personal level."
  • "On second thought, I have enough friends."
  • "You almost remind me of my former assistants."
  • "Well, they actually had a measure of intelligence"
  • "Hey, if you ever get back into the whole criminal thing again, I can totally get you the hookup for good product."
  • "You don't employ any crazy dudes with Machetes do you?"
  • "Do I make you uncomfortable? If so, I apologize."
  • "You are always backing away from me and giving sideways glances as if I am contagious."
  • "So you're the playa's right-hand man. How's that working out for you?"
  • "Sorry man, but you gotta let that shit go."
  • "Oh that's funny. Coming from the people who scarred my face."
  • "I'm not looking to make friends here."
  • "That about sums it up. Yeah."
  • "You think you've gone crazy, don't you?"
  • "You know, I'm a pretty popular singer now."
  • "I was thinking we can hang some time. I let you hear some of my tracks."
  • "I have been watching footage of your old fighting matches."
  • "Funny how two completely different worlds can create things that are so similar."
  • "I am sure it was completely coincidental. You will be hearing from my attorneys."
  • "It's nice to see a celebrity who can handle a gun, seems most of them can barely land a punch."
  • "I hear you brother, no shit."
  • "Guy who played you sounds nothing like you though."
  • "____ is more powerful than you can imagine."
  • "Are you saying I don't have personality?"
  • "Cool it, ___. I'm just fucking with you."
  • "Oh no! Don't even speak to me. You don't get that right."
  • "Open your mouth again and you'll be singing falsetto permanently."
  • "I know. Man, those were good times."
  • "I thought I listened to you die. I thought that if we'd only gone back for you we could've stopped it."
  • "I'm right here, I didn't die and besides, that wouldn't have been on you."
  • "I'd say sorry about ____, but that bitch nearly ran me over with her car."
  • "You know, we took on a whole gang of maniacal wrestlers in masks years ago."
  • "Oh, well. He's dead now."
  • "Ahh, it takes a strong soul to stand up to ____. Huh, you seem to me more than your hooker getup suggests."
  • "But you do look completely like a hooker."
  • "You are a terrible mistress and should be ashamed."
  • "Oh! Ah, terribly sorry. It's just, well, look at you."
  • "I like your shoes."
  • "Yeah, they're pretty nice, I guess."
  • "The skirt, looks good on you."
  • "Ya got anything to eat? I'm starving."
  • "I'm just saying I'm willing to forgive and forget if you are honey."
  • "You ain't getting close enough to shank me."
  • "This whole invasion thing has fucked up everything. You know?"
  • "You step out of line just once and I'll find an even bigger building to drop your ass from."
  • "Just how much of your body is tattooed?"
  • "Any chance you might be looking for a good time?"
  • "Streets are so noisy, I figure we could go some place more quiet. Maybe my place at nine. You bring the wine, I'll bring... my questions."
  • "Two glasses of that and I just can't control myself."
  • "Man, I loved you as a bad guy back in the day."
  • "Then you became a good guy and I was like what the hell."
  • "God! I don't know why the ____ calls in you people for help. I mean what the hell."
  • "Look, just because I was on the opposing side doesn't mean I'm some lesser being."
  • "I was a member of a voodoo gang. Thank you very much."
  • "So can you play music or anything useful?"
  • "Yes, I have quite a large library of music from your world."
  • "I thought you were some kind of servant robot, so come on play something."
  • "Is there any way I can get an autograph some time?"
  • "Personally I hate hippy bullshit."
  • "You, woah, this is trippy. I can't believe I'm hanging out with the guy from that Ghost Busting movie."
  • "You're like an empire god, you know all the tricks. I learned a lot. That's how I built a legion of loyal followers."
  • "You know someone who deals in tiny plastic toy ponies?"
  • "What the hell. This is bullshit, man."
  • "It's just, you know, it's a skirt. Not exactly the manliest outfit, especially for taking alien hordes in crime ridden city."
  • "Just because we're not in the ring doesn't mean I won't lay your ass out."
  • "You know what I wear under my kilt? Your girlfriend's lipstick."
  • "I gotta say ____ you're looking really good."
  • "Come on, if we're gonna work together you have to get over..."
  • "Nice. Something about power makes a woman really sexy."
  • "You know maybe after we're done here you and me should talk some more."
  • "I suppose ____ told you about the time I tried to get her take a bullet for me."
  • "Ehh. I've had guys do worse."

five times she takes care of him, and one time he returns the favour.


It isn’t until they’re back in the forest, hidden under the trees’ shadows, that Clarke allows herself to breathe. Large gulps of air doing wonders to her lungs, fresh and crisp and sweet, as she tilts back her head and enjoys the warm sun tickling her face and the birds welcoming her home. She feels alive again, after so many days dormant under the ground, feels like spring and summer and freedom all at once.

It’s only when someone coughs to her left, the sound hurried yet amused, that Clarke snaps out of her reverie and opens her eyes to the world once more. There is mirth in Bellamy’s eyes as they don’t waver from her, her cheeks warming up under the too-knowing too-amused gaze.

Have some fun. You deserve it.

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I will love you, unconditionally - Katy Perry
  • Neal: I got you a keychain. You like it?
  • Emma: Yeah!
  • Emma: So, Tallahassee it is?!
  • Neal: Tallahassee it is!
  • Emma: Are you sure..? Is this what you really want?
  • Neal: What I really want is you...
  • Emma: I love you...
  • Neal: I love you too.
  • Neal: Tallahassee baby. We're almost home.
  • Emma: Home...
  • August: You love her, good. That means you have to do right by her.
  • Neal: That's what I'm trying to do.
  • August: Then leave her!
  • Neal: Never.
  • Neal: That should have been me! I should be doing that time!
  • August: No. This is good.
  • Neal: How's it good?
  • August: It's a minimum security place in Phoenix,
  • Neal: Okay-
  • August: and no, I am not going to tell you which one. She'll get out of there and she'll be fine. You keep your promise and steer clear, and she can have a good life.She can do what she's supposed to do.
  • Neal: And if I can't be there for her, man, you gotta promise me that you will be.
  • August: I promise.
  • Regina: So what did you enjoy so much about Tallahassee?
  • Emma: So you just told him to leave her?
  • Sean's Father: Well what are they going to do? Raise their child in the backseat of their car?
  • Emma: Some people only have the back seat of their car.
  • Sean's father: Well, they're to be pitied.
  • Neal: Maybe it was fate...
  • Emma: you believe in that?
  • Neal: There's not a ton about my father that doesn't suck. He used to tell me there are no coincidence. Everything that happens, happens by design and there's nothing we can do about it, force is greater than us, conspires to make it happen! The point is...maybe we met for a reason...Maybe something good came from us being together.
  • Emma: I'm over it. And you.
  • Neal: Why do you where the, uh...Keychain, I got you?
  • Gold: You find something dearie?
  • Emma: Nothing. Just a dreamcatcher.
  • Gold: Well if it's nothing then why are you still holding it?
  • Gold: you want a second chance with that man.
  • Emma: What makes you say that?!
  • Gold: The look on your face.
  • Tamara: I see the way you look at her.
  • Neal: No, it's not-it's not like that!
  • Tamara: I think it is.
  • August: Emma and Neal...? They're back together again?
  • Mary Margaret: Actually, he's engaged to someone he met in New York.
  • August: I was hoping...That's my problem, hoping. Hoping that things could still work out...
  • Neal: If there's one thing I know about you, you never stop til you find what you're looking for.
  • Emma: When she said I could trust her, she lied!
  • Mary Margaret: But your superpower has been known to be unreliable. Especially when you're emotional.
  • Emma: For the last time, I don't have feelings for Neal! It was a decade ago, I'm over it!
  • Neal: It kills me that I let August talk me into letting you go!
  • Emma: I don't want to hear it!
  • Neal: Okay, but I have to say it. I wanted to look for you. I just...I was too afraid.
  • Emma: Of what..?
  • Neal: That you wouldn't forgive me...Cause I haven't forgive myself...I'm sorry, Emma. For everything.
  • Emma: Me too...
  • Neal: you'll kill the both of us!
  • Emma: I'm not letting go of you!
  • Neal: you have to!
  • Emma: Neal, you're shot! If you fall through that portal you'll die no matter what world you land in!
  • Neal: I know, but, Emma. Henry needs you. He can't lose both of us and make him grow up like we did!
  • Emma: Please don't let go! I need you! I love you!
  • Neal: I love you too!
  • Neal: Tell Emma I'm alive...and I love her.
  • Neal: It's not working, why isn't it working?!
  • Mulan: Don't think of the place, think of her, of Emma, you feel about her.
  • Emma: I knew the moment I saw him in New York I never...I never stopped loving him.
  • Neal: When you love someone, you don't keep it in. You say it.
  • Emma: I love you, I probably always will. But my secret is... That I was hoping you were dead. Because it would be easier to put you behind me then to face all the pain that we went through all over again.
  • Neal: I've got a secret too, Emma...I'm never gonna stop fighting for you...never.
  • Neal: So, uh, Emma, can we make some time to talk?
  • Emma: Isn't that what we're doing right now?
  • Neal: Yeah, I-I thought maybe just the two of us.
  • Emma: Are you trying to ask me on a date?
  • Neal: You know, when you put it like that-
  • Emma: Neal, I don't know.
  • David: Life is made up of moments good ones, bad ones, but they're all worth living.
  • Emma: Well, I seem to be a magnet for the bad ones.
  • David: Well, then all the more reason to look for the good moments in between the bad ones.
  • Emma: And you think having lunch with Neal will be a good moment? I don't know.
  • David: Does he eat with his mouth open?
  • Emma: I'm not sure I'm ready.
  • Emma: Neal...I'm sorry.
  • Neal: Don't be. You gotta get our boy the hell out of here.
  • Emma: And you have to go back there...
  • Neal: Yeah, I do...Hey...This isn't over.
  • I'll see both of you again...