she looks like her sister

Dear America

Dear America,

I worry about our souls.  I worry about not just who we are becoming but who we have become.

We point the finger of blame, never seeing our own part in the story.  

Many years ago, I worked in a retirement community.  I was blessed with the opportunity to get to know a lady, a lady with a well known tattoo on the inside of her wrist, one that we would all recognize.  She said it took her years to understand why.  She was kind and gentle, but strong as steel.  Her soft voice would quake with power and emotion when she talked about the past.

I looked like her sister.  I looked like her sister who was murdered in the Holocaust.  

Towards the end of my time working there, she was slipping into Alzheimer’s.  The disease is heartbreaking either way, but in her case, it was so much worse.  When she was in the middle of her episode, she would become convinced I was her sister and would talk to me about the memories of their childhood.  When she came back, she was heartbroken all over again.  I would leave work crying, sobbing, because her heartache was so real.  It was her moving to a full care facility that lead to me leaving the job.  It was too hard for me to be there anymore.  

Even before that, back among the time of the ancients, I lived in the south while I grew up.  In the seventh grade, we all had to read “To Kill a Mockingbird”.  I was in the gifted program and our annual tradition was a field trip at the end of the year that lasted a few days.  So we read the book and headed off to Biloxi, Mississippi.  

Our class, which had been together as a unit for five years, had one African American, the utterly charming and gentlemanly son of a Southern Baptist preacher who wore dress slacks and button downs every single day.  An unbelievably fine young man who, as I have heard, grew into a fine man.  Our class stopped at a gas station in the middle of nowhere for a break from the bus. 

The man who owned the gas station must have been in his sixties or seventies.  He still proudly had the whites only signs up.  He tried to enforce them.  That didn’t go well for him.  Our teacher, the best I had in all my years of education, turned to pure fire.  Police were called.  Against him.

I do not believe that violence is the answer for hatred.  While yes, back in my younger days, I punched more than a few skinheads (A large contingency of my friends group were and still are drag queens. The local group was pretty scared of me for a few years.  My temper was… notorious.), I have found better results in calm, rational, but confrontational conversations.  And yes, I have instigated several racists from leaving their beliefs.  And the questions are so simple.

Please explain to me what they did to you personally.

Please explain to me why you are so angry at the world.

Please explain to me what we can do to help you create a better life.

Hate is based in anger.  Every single time.  Anger is always a personal emotion.  Always.  It means that something is deeply wrong.  And meeting anger with anger just makes explosions.  Meeting anger with calmness…. (Heck, that’s the rule in any and all customer service job.  Don’t show anger to angry customers.  Ever.)

We aren’t asking why they are angry and trying to deal with it.  We’re just seeing their anger and giving more of it back. 

Oh how I worry about what we will become.

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Robb x Targaryen!Reader...

((I hope you all like! Might have gotten a little wordy! ALSO, anon, sorry I couldn’t find a way to add smut!))

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He sat at the long table between his siblings and his mother. All six were true Starks, watching you with cold gazes that gave nothing away.

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Jasper’s Gem is her defect

I’ve mentioned this in reblogs, but it needs its own post. If only to keep my sh’t organized…

To be more specific, her Gem size. 

Let’s start by comparing CG Amethyst to the Famethyst:

Her Gem is the same shape and same size as the other Amethyst’s. And, despite what some theorists have been claiming, we have NO reason to think any of them is defective. Especially since we have an actual expert on the subject commenting on it. 

Peridot: “I tell you, it really makes you appreciate the Prime Kindergarten, Amethyst. Your Kindergarten was so thought through! Sure, you might have spent extra time in the ground, but everything else is stacked in your favor! Great location, great holes, even spacing, consistent depth, a real kindergartener gets it right.”

The only reason Amethyst ended up smaller is because she stayed in the ground to long. If not for that, she would ended up looking like her Prime sisters. The problem with Beta was not that it was a Kindergarten on Earth, it was the fact that it was a rushjob. As Peridot points out, there is some serious planning involved in creating a proper Kindergarten. 

Let’s look at the Beta’s:

Despite looking different, all of their Gems (that we’ve seen) have the same size and same shape. A safe assumption here is that a Jasper Gem is supposed to be round and smooth. 

Another misconception the fandom often does is think that Jasper was the only successful Gem from Beta. And the show never said that. What we’ve been told about Jasper is that she’s the only perfect Quartz made on Beta. That Jasper somehow came out absolutely perfect despite coming from a Kindergarten that was a total rush job. 

They don’t look that different from the Amethyst’s. So, for all we know, some of the Beta’s we see in That Will Be All could be normal Jasper’s. They could be what a Jasper is supposed to look like. 

So we have an idea of what a Jasper Gem is supposed to look like. And possibly an idea of how a Jasper holographic body is supposed to look like. So back to our Jasper: 

Her Gem is a sliver of what it should be. While other Jasper’s have a round, smooth Gem, Jasper’s……is a nose. 

So Jasper being perfect is not due to her Gem. Its because of the code on it. Jasper’s Gem somehow has a perfect code, perfect data stored in it despite being half the size of what its supposed to be. And, this is subtle, but Jasper actually projects a beefier body than the Famethyst. 

So Jasper’s Beta origins is always visible. Whenever she sees a reflection of herself, she sees the thing that marks her as a Beta Gem. As an Earthling. And we can now infer that being an Earthling is a black mark in the eyes of Homeworld. 

Earth is an awful place. And anyone from that place is just as awful. 

It doesn’t matter that Jasper is a hero to the “grunts” of Homeworld, Earth is still a hated place. And she is keenly aware of her Diamond that she failed to protect. 

Not to mention Jasper has been alone all this time. The other Betas had each other for support. Thanks to Holly Blue, I’m certain that they know how Homeworld sees them. Sees Earth. But they have each other for support. 

Jasper doesn’t. She’s been all alone, surrounded by this idea that Earth and everything related to it is awful. And on her face, she has a visual reminder of her own origins. That marks as defective despite having a perfect code. 

I looked from my laptop up as my sister Angie came into my room.

“Hey Zack, what’s up?” she said

“Hey sis. I just heard from Stephanie. She has too much work to do this weekend, and she can’t make it back.” Our older sister was in college and had been planning to come back for the three day weekend that now stretched out before us.

“That sucks. So are mom and dad at that conference?”

“No, they are out for tonight, back in the morning. Then they leave for it tomorrow morning, and will be gone until Monday night.”

“So, more or less, the house to ourselves for the entire weekend?”

“Yep.” I said with a grin. The two of us had always been really close, and we were looking forward to a relaxing weekend with just each other. My little sister returned my grin and her eyes lit up. She was two years younger than me, but was always more mischievous than I.

“Dinner?” she asked

“Leftovers”

She shrugged and left my room. It was early still, and I returned to finishing my homework on my laptop. It was Friday and I wanted to be done for the weekend.

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Later that night, having finished dinner, Angie and I were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. She was curled up against me, with my arm draped over her. As the movie ended, I switched the TV and looked and my baby sister. Her face was furrowed and she looked like she was considering something serious.

“What’s up sis?” I asked. She looked up at me.

“Can I talk to you about something?”

“Anything”

“It’s kind of awkward and personal”

“Anything you ever want to talk about, I will be here for you Angie” I said. I squeezed her tighter with one arm and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Thanks Zack, I know. Are you a virgin?”

I flushed a bit, but answered truthfully

“Yes. And I assume you are as well” I knew my sister well enough that she would tell me why she asked without prompting.

“Yes, I am. Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked as a blush rose to her cheeks and she turned away.

Rather than respond immediately, with the obvious ‘yes’ I looked as my little sister as a woman, not a girl, taking in her features. She was tall, about 5’10” and thin. She had an incredibly toned and trimmed body from the years and years of gymnastics that she was so found of. Rich chocolate brown hair that cascaded midway down her back. Small breasts, no larger than an A cup, but they sat perfectly on her petite frame that any larger would have looked absurd.

“I think you are beautiful” I replied, and I genuinely meant it. Angie’s eyes lit up, and she could tell my compliment was honest. I pulled her closer to me and planted a kiss on her forehead. She returned my embrace and beamed up at me. Then the smile faded into a look of unease. I could tell she was trying to work her way around to telling me why she asked about my history with women.

“I asked because I figured … well … we know each other really well … and we love each other a lot … and … we are both virgins … and alone … and well…” Her face flushed and she turned away from me, embarrassed.

I looked at my little sister, my mind jumbled, my body fighting for the blood my brain needed to make decisions. A squeezed her closer and brought my left hand around to her chin. I forced her face to turn back to mine, and saw tears of embarrassment shining in her eyes. I planted a kiss full on her lips, the first time I had kissed a girl in all my years. After the longest thirty seconds of my life, we broke apart and caught our breath. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I asked her,

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely. Do you, Zack?”

“Yes, Angie, I really do.”

“I love you, big brother.”

“I love you, little sister.”

Our lips locked again, and I could see many of my emotions reflected in my baby sister’s eyes. Lust warred with love, each seeking to blot out the other. Our lips parted and my tongue slipped into her mouth, as hers slipped into mine.

I rolled her over, and sat my sister on my lap. Our lips met again, and my hands wandered over her tight back. I pulled her closer to me, out chests meeting and our kiss never breaking. She started to shift her hips back and forth in my lap. Her small breasts rubbed against my chest and my cock started to harden with the constant motion. I shifted one hand down, to grip her tight ass, and the other up to her chest to cup one of her lovely tits. Her hands wandered over my chest and out tongues stilled warred in each other’s mouths.

Our kiss broke, and Angie shifted back slightly on my lap. We were both breathless, and for a moment, the only noise in the room was our breathing.

“That was my first kiss, sis” I said, and she giggled at me.

“Mine too” she said still smiling. There was a long pause before she asked, “Do you want to go further?”

In answer I grabbed her and she squealed with delight as I pulled her back to my lips. Her hands found my chest again, and then started to go lower. She found the hem of my shirt, and began to pull it up. I felt a tingle as the cool air rushed over my warm skin. She pulled the shirt higher and higher, and finally we were forced to break off our kiss as the shirt passed over my head. As soon as it was on the floor, we kissed again.

Then slowly, my hands came around to her firm hips. I grabbed the shirt and raised it up slowly. Our kiss broke again, and I pulled off her shirt and threw it on the floor. I looked at my sister, sitting on my lap, our skin touching. Her skin was pale, as was mine, and against that white background, the rainbow striped bra on her chest looked even more vibrant. It was about a 32-34 A, and seemed to delight in cling to such nubile curves. We resumed our passionate kissing, and she resumed grinding her crotch into mine.

After a few more minutes of this, I stopped her and pried my sister off of me. She looked confused for a moment, but when she saw the grin of desire on my face, lust overtook her. I stood her up in front of me, and reached for the belt around her waist. I unfastened it, and reached for the button on her jeans. I undid it, and drew down the zipper, the hooked my fingers under the waist band of her pants. In one fluid motion, I dropped the pants to the ground, and as she stepped out of them, I looked at her sky blue panties. Under my gaze, she squirmed a bit, and flushed embarrassed.

“Stand up, bro. It’s not fair that you’re wearing pants.” She whined playfully.

I stood, and her hands were at my waist, undoing my belt, as her lips found mine again. She reached for the zipper on my pants, and the next thing I knew, my pants were around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and fell back onto the couch, grabbing Angie as I went. She sat, straddling me, as we kissed again. We looked at one another, and nervous laughter rose in our throats. She resumed grinding our crotches together, but this time, but with only her sky blue panties and my red boxers on, the feeling was much more intense. My cock was rock hard at this point, and only the weight of my baby sister was holding it down. She was also getting into it, I realized, as I saw a damp spot growing on her panties. I kissed her again and again, one hand around the tight muscles of her ass, and the other around her back, snaking up to the back of her head, holding her close to me.

I looked down, breaking off our kiss, and looked at our bodies. Angie had on only her sky blue panties and rainbow striped bra, and I with only red boxers. Our flesh gleamed with sweat and her body, sculpted from almost a decade of gymnastics, was taut and perfect. She started pushing our bodies together faster and harder, and my cock started rubbing against her pussy.

At the same time, completely independent of each other, our hands started to reach towards our lap. Mine trailed down her chest, her taut stomach, and came to rest just on the elastic band that held her underwear up. Her hand did the same thing to my body. She raised her hips, and I slowly inched my fingers down on to her sweat mound, feeling the fabric under my touch, and beneath that, my sister’s warm wetness. Her hand traced its way over my boxers to the base of my straining erection.

She began to stroke my cock through my boxers, as I began to run my hand over her pussy. The friction of her hand and my boxers on my dick sent a wave of pleasure through my body. I rubbed her faster and faster, and in response she stroked me faster still. Our hips ground together, our hands rubbed at the others genitals and we saw bliss reflected in each other’s eyes. Her wet spot grew larger and she began to moan, softly at first, then louder as I groaned at my need for release.

Angie’s breathing got faster and faster and I could feel her trembling. I could also feel my own orgasm getting closer. All at once, we both stiffened and moaned. We both orgasmed in our underwear and collapsed on to the couch. We lay there for the span of several long, shuttering breaths, my sister’s lithe body draped over my larger one, her face pressed against my shoulder. Finally reality reasserted itself, and I looked over at her.

“Well…” Angie said, before we both burst into laughter. We laughed long and loud, uncontrollably, until we were both gasping for air. We were not laughing at anything, but we could not stop.

Our merriment finally subsided and we looked back at each other. I could feel a contented smile on my face, and it was reflected on my baby sister’s.

“That felt amazing, Zack.” She sighed, contentedly.

“You too, Angie.” I replied, giving her a squeeze. She giggled and writhed on my lap, rubbing our sodden underwear together. We both looked down and laughed again.

“Shower?” I asked.

“Together.” She responded. “Just let me get my breath back.”

We sat there for another few minutes, until Angie rolled off of me, and we stood up. We gathered our clothes, and I chased her up stairs to the bathroom we shared. We turned the water on, and as it heated up, started kissing again. Our mouths joined together, and we embraced tightly.

My hands roamed across her back, and found the hooks of her rainbow bra. I unclasped them, and peeled off the garment. Then I got my first real look at my sister’s naked breasts. They were small, but perky and sat perfectly on her slight body. I let my hands wander lower and lower until I felt her small tight ass. I slipped two fingers under the elastic band of her sky blue panties and slid them around to her hips. All at once, I jerked my hands down, carrying her underwear with them. I beheld her virgin pussy for the first time in my life. She was unshaven, and the coarse brown hair stood out in contrast to her perfectly smooth legs.

She blushed and turned away from me, allowing me a perfect view of her perfect, tiny ass. I drew her close to me and planted a kiss on the top of her head. I could see her smile and feel her relax and she turned back around and reached down. Her hands gripped the waistband of my boxers and eased them down. My erection was now back in full swing, and popped out. I was also unshaven. It was the first time I had ever been exposed to someone in a sexual manner. We stepped out of the clothes around our ankles, and kissed again.

My sister and I drew back the shower curtain and slipped inside. The warm water and close confines made me feel as though my head was in a fog. We started washing each other all over. My hands, lathered with soapy water, found their way around her back and came to rest on her petite breasts. I savored the experience, my first real skin to skin sexual contact with her, as I began to massage her boobs. Angie started to whimper slightly, and then as I tweaked her tiny nipples, she let out a moan.

I left off and snaked my hands down lower and lower. I ran my hands over her tight legs, higher and higher. Her lean calves, her firm thighs, and then above that, the golden territory, all covered with soap and water. A thought crossed my mind and I rested my hand on her bush, and asked

“Why shave your legs, and not up here?”

“Because,” her response was bashful, “I was afraid it would hurt if I slipped.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

“Yes. But not right now. You got me wound up, and I need release.”

I grinned and slid my right hand over her mound as my left worked its way back to her tits. There was wetness there that had nothing to do with the shower. I began to stroke my middle finger up and down her slit, and my index and ring finger along the outside of her pussy. My left hand was massaging her breast and my right spread her lips wide open. She moaned her desire and I plunged my middle finger deep into my baby sister’s pussy. The gasped and shudder at the sudden intrusion, and cried out three words

“Oh God Yes!”

I started to work the top of her pussy with my thumb, and began to thrust my middle finger in and out of her sweat confines. She was incredibly warm, tight, and wet. It felt like my finger was being sucked in on every pump. Angie moaned louder and louder, and I thrust faster and faster. Her arms wrapped around my right arm, and her hand went down to cover mine, forcing me deeper into her. I tweaked her nipple and thrust deep into her. All at once, she seized up and froze completely, her muscles locking, and I would have sworn she even stopped breathing for a second.

My sister would have collapsed onto the floor if my arms had not been wrapped around her. She hung like a rag doll in my arms for several minutes, getting her breath back, her ass still pressed to my straining erection. She finally turned to me and, planting a kiss on my lips, moaned,

“Thank you. That was amazing.”

I grinned at her, and she tiredly returned the expression. We continued washing for a few minutes, until I found myself facing the showerhead, Angie behind me. She unexpectedly grabbed me in an embrace, and whispered in my ear,

“Your turn big bro.”

Her breasts were pressed to my back and her arms were around my chest. Her soapy hands slid down to my cock and delicately traced over my pubic hair.

“I like you like this. Don’t shave it.” I could hear the grin in her voice. I grinned back and shook my head.

“Anything for you, little sis.”

She kissed my neck and grasped my dick with her warm, wet, slippery hand. She slid her hand up and down my shaft, while sliding her other hand over my chest. Her small hands pumped me again and again, until I was right on the verge. Then she slid her other hand down and grabbed my balls. It was too much for me, and I came all over the front of the shower.

I turned around and kissed my sister again and again, each kiss deeper and more passionate than the last. We finished up in the shower and stepped out. Looking at the clock, we realized with a start that our parents would be home soon. We quickly went into Angie’s room and she bent over to rummage through her dresser for something to ware. I did not help the process by taking that opportunity to grab and start massaging her firm ass. She playfully slapped my hands away and threw on some pajamas. We went to my room and repeated the process, but in reverse.

“So, I am looking forward to a fun weekend.” She said.

“Me too.” I grinned “Just the two of us from Saturday afternoon to Monday night.”

“I think we are going to have a lot of fun.”

“Me too.”

“I love you, Zack.”

“I love you, Angie.”

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Half-Blood Princess (Part 2): Guardian Angel

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Castiel, Hannah (Twin Sister), Alexis (Cross-Road demon), Chuck/God. 

Length: 2953+ words

TW: Surprisingly, nothing? A broken soul. Mentions of torture. Alastair. Drunk!Dean. Sad!Dean. 

A/N: SO MANY PEOPLE WANTED A PART 2!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first part, and there are so many interests for a second part. I had such a hard time writing this, but it just all came to me last night when I couldn’t sleep. Feedback is encouraged!

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Alexis glanced at the angel with her eyebrow raised. “What do you want?” she asked coldly. 

“I’m looking for Y/N’s soul,” Castiel responded calmly.

Anger flashed through her black eyes before returning to its original colour. “You’re looking at it.”

Castiel turned his attention to the broken soul on the ground, the light emitting from it almost nonexistent.

“She’s been here a while,” Alexis told him.

“You are the crossroad demon that made a deal with her, correct?”

“Yea.”

“I see. I will be right back.” The angel disappeared for a few minutes to break the news to her family, telling them that there was no hope on getting her back before returning with another man.

“Who the hell are you?” Alexis asked protectively, stepping forward in front of what was left of Y/N’s soul.

“My name is Chuck,” he answered. “Other known as, God.”

The demon scoffed, crossing her arms. “Yea, right.”

“It is true,” Castiel confirmed. “I’ve asked him if there is anything he could for Y/N.”

“She didn’t deserve that.” Alexis seemed to be more relaxed after the angel’s explanation. “She was too young to go.”

“You are very inclined to her,” Chuck stated. 

“She reminded me of myself when I was human,” Alexis repeated softly. “I sold my soul for a shitty boyfriend after he went off and killed himself driving drunk. After I saved him, he ran off with an ex-girlfriend.” The demon looked at the bloody wall where Y/N was usually chained. “I tried protecting her as best as I could here.”

The two men waited for her to elaborate, knowing that there was so much more she wanted- no, needed to say. 

“I made a deal with Alastair. Every 10 years, I would take her place for a year, and she would do my cross-road biddings. She didn’t deserve to be tortured for so long.” If she could, the two men were sure that Alexis would have been in tears by now.

There was a brief moment of silence before it was interrupted by Chuck.

“Thank you,” he said. “You’ve been kinder to her than I have, it seems. As a token of my gratitude for being so kind, I would like to extend an offer.”

“I think I’ve made enough deals don’t you think?” Alexis asked with laugh.

“I think you’re gonna like this one,” Chuck bantered back. “There’s no catch. I want your soul to move on.”

“Move on? As in, I won’t be a demon anymore?”

“Yes. You can pass to your heaven now.”

“You’re kidding?!” Alexis’s jaw dropped. This was not the deal she was expecting after being a demon for so long.

“I am not. It’s the least I can do.”

Her attention went back to Y/N’s soul, looking at it sadly. “What will happen to her?”

“I will do my best to piece her back together.”

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MAJOR Prediction for ACOTAR

This prediction deals with that “certain something” about Feyre that is mentioned but is never focused on in the first book. It is also based on great personal fascination with the “Beauty and the Beast” tale type, with which I am very familiar. However, if you are not familiar with the tale type or the original de Villeneuve version, this predication could be super-spoilery for you, so I am going to put most of it beneath the cut. 

That “certain something” to which I am referring is mentioned at least twice that I have noticed, but it’s probably slipped in other places, too, because it is meant to be subtle. The first occurrence is on page 143 in my copy, and it takes place the day after the Suriel incident when Tamlin is offering to help Feyre write for the second time.

Passage 1 (P1)

“I’m not insulting you.” His quiet voice made it all the worse.

“I don’t need your help.”

“Clearly not,” he said with a half smile. But the smile faded. “A human who can take down a faerie in a wolf’s skin, who ensnared the Suriel and killed two naga on her own …” He choked on a laugh, and shook his head. The firelight danced along his mask. “They’re fools. Fools for not seeing it.” He winced. But his eyes held no mischief.

The second passage is at the very end of the book, during the final exchange between Feyre and Rhysand on page 415. Indeed, I felt the whole bargain between them was a bit strange, especially if the only reason Rhysand was interested in her had to do with making Tamlin angry. He would not go through so much trouble for someone he only lusted for, would he? There’s a particular moment during their final conversation that points again to this “certain something.”

Passage 2 (P2)

“Well, good-bye for now,” he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn’t been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid. 

His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock–pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.

“What is–” I began.

He disappeared–simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight–into the crisp air.

I have two very good ideas about what this “certain something” is. In fact, the what is less of a question for me. It’s more to do with the who. If you’re interested in finding out what and who I think Feyre is based on close familiarity with the “Beauty and the Beast” tale type, read below the jump!

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anonymous asked:

I know that Sebastian's Ciel is confirmed to be a boy, but I don't know if the cultist's Ciel is also a boy, Could it be that the manga is running parralell to the 2014 live action Kuroshitsuji movie, in which the "Ciel Phantomhive" was a girl disguised as a boy, to be head of her family. Is that also what the cultist's Ciel is doing? And in the manga, Madam Red shouted out "This "child" is my . . . " before she was killed off by Grell Sutcliff. Wasn't that a suspicious thing to say?

Nah, I’m pretty sure that the twin is male, too. I really see no reason to believe otherwise. He always looked the same as our Ciel, was dressed in the same clothes (for boys), is engaged to Lizzy and I don’t see any reason why Vincent would want to hide a daughter if there’s also a son (our Ciel) if it’s a matter of wanting a male successor – something that may not even be that important since Claudia was the Watchdog, too. So no, I don’t think the twin could be female.

As for Madam Red’s words, I’m not quite sure myself. She saw her sister in our Ciel and despite everything that she had done, Madam Red couldn’t kill her nephew who she loved.

Maybe – with the revelation of the twin’s existence now – Madam Red realized that our Ciel wasn’t the real Ciel but his twin. This is really just a thought that’s coming to me right now and it doesn’t have to be true but maybe Madam Red preferred our Ciel out of the two twins. He was the weaker one, he was like Rachel. And he was destined to not become Earl and not inherit Vincent’s possessions. Madam Red may have seen herself in him since she also didn’t get what she wanted (Vincent, children,…).

But since our Ciel came back as ‘Ciel’ Madam Red thought her favorite child (who she may have thought of as a substitute for her own child) had died. Maybe she blamed ‘Ciel’ for it; Ciel who looked like Vincent and always reminded her of what she couldn’t have; maybe she referred to the real Ciel when she said these words:

But when she wanted to kill him she noticed that this ‘Ciel’ in front of her didn’t look like Vincent but like her sister Rachel and she may have realized that this was indeed not the real Ciel but his twin – Madam Red’s favorite twin. And maybe that’s why she couldn’t kill him and came to her senses.

So her last words may have been something like “This child is my…. nephew, favorite, son?…” I don’t know and maybe that’s not it at all. I mean, I don’t think Madam Red hated one of the twins and loved the other all this time. But I could imagine her having a favorite. And in this situation where she snapped anyway this may have let to such extreme feelings. Madam Red kept all her true feelings hidden so long and all of this led her to become a murderer. So she may have also idolized one twin while loading all the guilt on the other.

And here we have a Pride decked woodcarving Aquarius with her psychologist Pisces girlfriend ^_^

IRRESISTIBLE [CEDRIC DIGGORY]

request: “Ohh, sorry i didn’t know that you’re not taking requests from prompts list, i’m so sorry >.<, so, can be can I send a Cedric imagine, where the reader is a gryffindor and likes Cedric? and someone say that he and Cho are together and she is avoiding him because she is very sad and upset with herself too, for liking him, but one day he puts her against the wall and asks why she has avoided him and she tells everything and in the end Cedric says that she never dated with Cho because he likes her?” — by anon

a/n: thank you for requesting! i hope you like this. x

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    Y/N knew that she must be losing her mind once she began to look at her best friend quite differently than before. From the way she noticed how his eyes looked beautiful whenever he would vigorously tell her a funny story from class, to the way his hair was tousled in the morning just as he joins her for breakfast — not particularly caring that a lot of Gryffindors were sending him weird looks for not sitting at the Hufflepuff table like he should — or the way his hands looked so welcoming that she often found herself resisting the urge to go and intertwine it with hers.

     Yup, she was definitely losing her mind.

     She was also angry at herself for thinking such things. Was it counted as incest when she was certain that Cedric Diggory only looked at her like a sister while she looked at him like he was the whole damn universe? Y/N desperately tried to shake the thought away but every single time he talks to her, says her name, her insides melt and she knows for a fact that she was falling in love — and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

      That’s why after overhearing from a fellow seventh year student that Cedric was reportedly seen kissing Cho Chang from the Ravenclaw house, Y/N literally felt her heart shatter into pieces. Ever since, she had been avoiding Cedric through inconspicuous several ways. Like staying at the Gryffindor common room more often, purposely almost being late for a class he shared with her so that she’ll get a seat at the far back, or even going as far as faking sickness just to get away from him.

      Of course, Cedric wasn’t stupid. He was so confused by her actions that sometimes he didn’t even bother to talk to her anymore. That is until Harry Potter, a fellow Triwizard Champion, let it slip that he might have been seeing Y/N so sad and glum at the Gryffindor common room all by herself when Cedric was sure that Y/N always claimed that she didn’t like staying there, since it was far too crowded sometimes, and that’s why she and Cedric were always by the courtyard, talking until they ran out of things to say.

      “I expect that you hand those essays on Thursday. Class dismiss.” said Professor Snape, numerous students sighing in delight as they hurriedly fix their belongings and sprint away from the dungeon.

      Y/N was following their footsteps, thinking of other things she can do later on when she’s back all alone at the Gryffindor Tower. With her and Cedric not in speaking terms, her life sure became boring and well, lifeless.

      Suddenly, she saw Cedric walking towards her direction with an angry expression which caused the young girl to raise her eyebrows and attempt to do a detour, but it was far too late and he was now facing her, backing her up against the wall and pressing both of his palms against it as well, keeping only a short distance between them that some students who were walking by snickered and whistled mockingly.

      “Er — what are you doing?” asked the girl, trying to find a way in which she can pass but he made sure to lock her in place with his arms acting like some sort of cage.

     "You’re avoiding me.“ It was a statement, not a question.

     "No, I am not.” Y/N replied firmly, trying to duck pass his way but since he was too close, it was almost impossible to move without making some kind of skin contact somehow.

     He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not? Then how come you never even congratulated me after the first task? I haven’t even been hearing from you since I got accepted as a Triwizard Champion. You know, if you’re jealous because you didn’t get picked by the goblet of fire —”

     "Oh, don’t be so thick, Cedric.“ She cut him off with an annoyed expression. "It’s not that at all.”

     "Then what is it?“ demanded the Hufflepuff.

     "Can you just give me some space first, please? It’s very distracting.” said Y/N, turning sideways so that she wouldn’t be too flustered because of the small space between their faces. His eyes that were staring deeply at hers were very distracting indeed.

     He backed away but still kept one arm guarded.

    She sighed. “It’s nothing you should worry about. Just me being idiotic as usual.”

     "Y/N,“ he breathed in deeply, ”what is it?

     "Nothing.” repeated the Gryffindor girl.

    Cedric let out an exasperated groan. “You’re not being honest with me at all.”

     "Well, so have you! In fact, I had to hear it from somebody else that you’re dating Cho Chang and I’m your best friend, I’m the one who’s supposed to know it first.“ snapped Y/N.

     "What — I’m not dating Cho!” Cedric shouted, finally removing his palm against the wall to talk to her properly. “And you’re the one to talk. You haven’t exactly been a very good best friend to me these days.”

     Y/N’s expression changed from anger to confusion in an instant upon hearing what he just said. “Wait,” she calmed down, “you’re not dating Cho?”

    “No.” answered Cedric, his face red from his previous outburst. “I don’t even know where you got that news from.”

    “Oh.” Y/N blushed, feeling humiliated all of the sudden.

    He scowled. “Oh? Is that all you have to say? Oh?

    “What do you want me to say?”

    “That you’re sorry for avoiding me!” demanded Cedric. “That you’re sorry because you didn’t even bother to congratulate me after the first task when the reason why I survived it in the first place because I kept thinking that if I were to die in that arena, I wouldn’t be able to see you again and —” he abruptly stopped himself from saying more.

    “And what, Cedric?” Y/N raised an eyebrow.

    He flickered his eyes on hers. “And tell you how I feel …”

    “Are you saying that —”

    “That I like you much more than friend should like a friend? Yeah.” Cedric scratched his neck. “You should probably just avoid me even more now that I’ve said it. Go on, I won’t be mad this time.”

     Y/N found herself grinning. “No way, not now when I know you like me back.”

    Cedric widened his eyes in surprise. “Back? You mean, you like me?”

    “Why do you think I started to avoid you in first place?” She began shyly. “I mean, I heard that you were seen snogging Cho Chang and I guess, I got jealous — which I know I didn’t have the right to be — so I thought if I just avoided my best friend, my feelings would fade away eventually.”

     "And you call me thick.“ said Cedric but a smirk was already forming on his lips at the confession.

     She frowned. "I’m not proud of it. I admit it was stupid.”

     They stood there facing each other, with Y/N trying to look anywhere except his eyes while Cedric remained looking at her face, amused by the whole situation they were in.

     "Well, since you’re not avoiding me anymore, would you like to go to the Yule ball with me?“ asked the Hufflepuff boy in hope.

     She finally flickered her attention on him, shrugging. "Sure.”

     "Can I kiss you?“

     "Sure.”

     Without thinking twice, Cedric pulled her closer and the both of them melted into each other’s lips, happy on how things came to be.

Another Carter? (1/?)

Summary : You’re Peggy Carters grand daughter, living as much as a normal life as you can with a giant secret weighing on your shoulders. What happens when you  ripped from your normal life, and thrown into the avengers hands?

Avengers x Reader (so far)

Warnings: Swearing, tiny violence.

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Steves POV

 " What the hell am I looking at ?“ I ask, my eyes stuck on the screen infront of the team. There is a young girl,  her head hanging making her face not visible.  Shes unconscious and tied down to a chair in what looks like a creepy old lab . Two men appear at her sides, the bright red Hydra emblem on there chests making everyone sigh in annoyance.

Originally posted by leasrafati

” you’ve got to be kidding me.“ I say under my breathe. I feel Bucky stiffen next to me ,  Poor guy. He can never seem to really escape them .

Hello, Avengers.  You have something we want, and we have something you want . You see where we are going with this?“one says, his thick accent already annoying me.

 ” Listen, I think we’ve made it very clear we arent giving up Barnes. Hate to break it to you , but he isn’t one of you anymore.“ Tony says , surprising all of us . Its been almost a year since we’ve been back, Tony and Bucks friendship still isn’t - well its actually not there. They say hello to eachother , but that’s about it . Neither go out of their way for the other ; Buckys too guilty about what he did as the soldier, & Tonys still hurting and resentful, and slightly sorry about how he reacted. 

 ” You’re willing to let this girl die , for him? I don’t think SHIELD will be too happy with you. “ one snaps .  Who is she ? 

One of the agents lifts your head by your hair, your eyes shut and cuts over your face visible. Tony audibly gasps, slamming his hands onto the table infront of him.

Originally posted by thesillybus

” Tony who is she?“  Wanda asks . Tony turns locking eyes with me right away , but before he speaks the agents beat him ,

” Oh you don’t know? Avengers, meet Y/n Carter. Agent Peggy Carters Granddaughter. “  No. Me and Buckys eyes nearly bug out of our heads.

Originally posted by captainamerica1-6

” Stark, -“

” Let her go, or you will regret It.“ Clint snaps, stepping infront of the screen. He knows her?  I look at the girl, jaw dropping as I take in her features. She looks ridiculousy similar to Peg, more like she could be her sister than her grand daughter.

Originally posted by mayawolf

” You know the deal, The soldier for the girl. Otherwise we let the tranquilizer ware off and we slowly kill her .  Or we could just do it now, she has enough in her to take down an elephant . She wont be up for-“

As he speaks  Y/n’s eyes flutter open, going wide as she takes in her situation.  My heart begins pounding in my chest as I see the panic on her face. How could I not know about her? I don’t remember seeing her at the wake, then again , I didn’t exactly have a clear mind. I wonder why Sharon never said anything.

” Where the hell am I ?“ her voice was rough , but still sends chills through me .

” How are you awake!?“ an agent bellows while the other laughs,

” It looks like the Rumors are true . Tell me darling,  dearest grammie had to of given you the serum before she lost her marbles, right?“ As the last word leave his lips , Y/n Breaks through the rope around her, shocking not only the agents near her but most of the team as well. She has the serum? How did they replicate it? Why would Peggy give it to her granddaughter?

” Holy Shit.“ I hear bucky mumble.   We watch as Y/n & the agents begin fighting, she  finally knocks them unconscious after one tells her shes being held in somewhere in Moscow. 

Originally posted by geekandmisandry

e  She turns to the camera with an unamused look gracing her beautiful face.

” I’m in Moscow, ill assume ill see you soon, Uncle Tony.“

Uncle Tony?

Originally posted by dasyjohnson



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