she still does the same heart

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

—  Pablo Neruda

anonymous asked:

omg i just found ur blog i love ur stuff so much. could i possibly have rfa + unknown doing the "boyfriend duty"? like mc is stuck at home with no tampons or pads and asks them? lol sorry im dealing with really bad cramps right now and im having a crappy day to top it. i just thought i might ask? sorry if it makes you uncomfrortable. <3

Aww, thank you! Sorry you’re having a rough day. Hope this makes you feel a little better. 

General Scenario: You’re at the apartment and your period comes earlier than expected….and you’re all out of tampons/pads. You’re super embarrassed but you call them and ask if they can pick up a pack.


  • He’s done this before
  • He has had other girlfriends
  • He has no shame at the store and knows exactly what to get
  • But he also shows up at your place with a whole load of chocolates
  • Waits on you hand and foot
  • “Zen, I just have my period. I’m not dying.”
  • Still treats you like a princess
  • Constantly makes sure you have a hot pack and water
  • You two watch his musicals all day


  • He has a sister, so he’s encountered this before
  • But he’s still really flustered
  • Is kinda embarrassed about being seen buying pads at the store
  • Calls Zen
  • “Zen hyung, do you have any of your masks?”
  • “Yoosung, no.”
  • Swallows his pride cuz it’s you and does what he needs to do
  • He comes and brings his lucky LOLOL blanket
  • Is a super worrier…constantly asks if you need stuff
  • Puts his coffee skills to use and makes a heart in the foam
  • Lots of cuddles


  • She literally goes through the same thing
  • Turns into the mom-friend
  • She’s stocked up with extra pads/tampons, so it only takes her a few minutes to get to you
  • Also has extra pain meds
  • Brings a cup of hot chocolate with her
  • Talks to you to distract you from the pain
  • If your cramps were really bad, she’d cook you dinner and make sure everything was in order
  • Calls you the next day to see if you’re a bit better


  • “Oh no, I’ll send Driver Kim to get some–”
  • “No! Jumin, that’s really embarrassing.”
  • Fine…he’ll go to the store himself
  • He doesn’t care what people think, so he just goes to the right aisle
  • There’s another woman in the aisle, and he kinda throws her off by asking her, “Excuse me…which brand is the absolute best?”
  • Buys a bunch of things he thinks will make you feel better
  • But he’s especially excited to get you these sweatpants since you always say how comfy you are
  • You’re a bit emotional when he comes, so when he gifts you with them, you cry 
  • “Are you okay?? They’re just pants, dear? Do they upset you?”
  • Handles your mood swings reallyyyyy well and just goes with it
  • Gives you some wine to relax you
  • Also has an exact schedule for your pain killers….exactly every four hours on the dot.


  • RIP Seven
  • He has 0 experience in this
  • He’s not embarrassed until he gets there and has no idea what to get
  • Tries to call Vanderwood for back up…but he hangs up on him
  • Ends up getting a bunch of brands and types (and also snacks)
  • When he gets there, he shows you the spongebob tampons he bought
  • Also brings out red pads.
  • “MC, you know what red represents?” *Winks*
  • You stare at him horrified
  • “Romance!” seven nooooo
  • Super serious when he sees you in a lot of pain
  • While you nap, he’ll make a robot that dispenses pain-relievers every 4-6 hours


  • Like Seven, he has no experience with any of this
  • But he’s a lot less flustered about it
  • Does research online about period needs and remedies
  • The cashier is more scared of Saeran glaring at him than the other way around
  • He gets to your apartment and brings out all this practical stuff
  • He got a whole pack of water bottles and….a yoga ball?
  • “Yoga is a great way to relieve cramps and keep your menstrual cycle normal.”
  • You’re trying not to laugh because he’s actually really sweet about it
  • You ask for him just to cuddle, since it relaxes you
  • He says no at first…but then of course, he’s at your side five minutes later
  • dork

For @profound-boning because I keep bullying her into writing fics for me. So have some dadstiel + dean in glasses.

Fun fact: babies love glasses.

Dean and Cas weren’t aware of this bit of trivia until Claire came into their lives. Dean picked her up for the first time and nearly combusted with the sweet smile the blue-eyed girl gave him before her fat little fists came up to wrap around his frames and pull them from his face.

And it became their Thing. Any time Dean was holding Claire, he lost his glasses to the little girl. She liked to wave them around or chew on them and occasionally throw them at the cat. 

Cas warned Dean he shouldn’t let her get in that habit. And sure enough Claire was soon ripping glasses off the face of anyone who was in arm’s reach of her. 

The first time Claire breaks Dean’s glasses, Cas gives what Dean assumes is an “I told you so” look. But he’s not sure. He can’t see. 

He goes through a few more pairs in the course of their first year with Claire before it’s decided that it would be easier to switch to contacts. 

Fast forward a few years, Claire is in first grade. She grew out of her glasses-wrangling phase a while back but Dean’s grown so accustomed to contacts he doesn’t switch back. Plus, he no longer looks like a total loser at work wearing goggles over his glasses.

But one day Claire gets sent home with a note from her teacher. She’s having difficulty seeing the board even from the front row.

Dean and Cas make an appointment with the eye doctor for the next week. They reassure a nervous Claire that everything will be fine but their little girl will leave that doctor’s office in tears.

“I don’t wanna wear glasses!” she cries when they get home. “I’ll look ugly!”

“Oh, honey, no,” Cas says and strokes her hair. “You’re beautiful and glasses won’t change that.”

“Garth wears glasses and all the other kids make fun of him! What if they tease me too?” She starts to cry harder.

“Isn’t that the funny kid with the sock puppet?” Dean wonders and promptly shuts up when Cas shoots him a look. “Hey, look, kiddo. No one is gonna make fun of you for just wearing glasses. There’s nothing wrong with them. They’re just a tool to help you see. And if someone does say something, sock ‘em in the-”

“Dean,” Cas warns. 

“Eh, tell the teacher,” Dean amends.

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anonymous asked:

DAI companions reacting to the Inquisitor being badly injured? Romance companions as well please?

Cassandra: She’s scared and worried, of course, but she knows what to do. She gets them out of harm’s way, pours some healing poultice over their wounds, and warns them before she does that it will sting (it does, and she apologizes as she applies it), and gets them to a healer. She lets the healer do their job, but as soon as they’re out of the tent, she asks about their condition. Later, she visits them and warns them to be more careful in the future. If Romanced: It proceeds largely the same, except only if the healer allows it, she stays with him while the healer works, clutching his hand as he moans or even screams in pain, depending on what the healer does– be it potions or poultices or stitches or surgery. “I know it hurts. Stay strong and stay still. I’m here with you, and you’re going to be okay. Hold on for me. Please…”

Blackwall: He hauls the Inquisitor out of danger and hurries to camp in search of a healer. He’s panicking and running as fast as he can go, heart palpitating with fear as blood trickles down from them onto his armor (he doesn’t mind). He passes them to a healer and stays nearby, wincing when he hears their cries from where they’re being treated. If Romanced: He stays by her bedside as the healer works, holding her hand and squeezing it, wincing if she screams in pain. “I’m so sorry I didn’t do a better job of protecting you,” he apologizes, “I won’t leave you now. I’m not going anywhere. Breathe.”

Iron Bull: He picks them up and books it to the nearest healer, and stuffs one of Stitches’ poultices down their throat for good measure (in spite of their disgusted cries). It doesn’t bother him in the least how much they squirm or scream or kick or cry; his only thoughts are getting them to a healer and somewhere safe to recover. He stands guard nearby as the healer works, and offers them strong booze later to take some of the pain away. If Romanced: He acts the same, but on the inside, he’s fucking terrified. He stays with them through it all, squeezing their hand and talking them through it. “I know, Kadan, I know it hurts. I’m here. You’re going to be okay. It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker, but you’ll be okay…”

Sera: She curses, loudly, and hurries to the Herald’s side, trying her best to get them up (if conscious) or rouse them (if unconscious). She’ll shoot anyone that isn’t a party member that gets too close. “Stop dying, you!” she orders, shakily and angry. She manages to get them to a healer, and she promises them booze as soon as they’re all cleaned up by the healer. If Romanced: She stays with her as the healer works, griping her hand as she groans or even screams. “I’m here, love, it’s going to hurt but it’s going to be okay. You have to be okay.”

Varric: He curses and drags them out of harm’s way if they can’t walk, and applies healing poultices until someone else can pick them up and carry them back to camp. If they’re conscious (and either moaning or screaming in pain) he tries to soothe them as best he can. “Come on, Boss,” he hums nervously, “it’s not time for the hero to die. Not yet.”

Cole: He’s at their side in a flash, tending to their injured areas as best he can, knowing exactly where it hurts and how much, with or without their shouting. If he can do so without hurting them more, he actually uses a potion to knock them out, because they won’t feel as much pain. “You can’t die. People need you. So many will hurt if you die…”

Dorian: Lets out a steady steam of Tevene curses as he rushes to their side and begins casting as many healing spells as he knows and snapping at anyone who gets in the way if they aren’t a healer. He gets someone to then carry them back to camp where a healer is, and stays nearby, willing to help however he can. If Romanced: The same as above, but like the others, he sits in with them while the healer works, murmuring reassurances and silently pleading that they make it.

Solas: He handles it practically, casting healing spells to stabilize them, then getting them to camp. He checks on them periodically, sometimes to cast more healing spells, others to simply to ensure they’re alright. If Romanced: He’s much more panicked as he tries to tend to her; he can’t bear the thought of her dying, not now, not ever. He barely leaves her side until she heals, sleeping or awake, the former of which is the only time she doesn’t feel as much pain, so he tries to keep her relaxed while in the Fade– less stress, less pain.

Vivienne: Like Solas, she handles it in the most efficient and practical manner, stabilizing them, taking note of where the injuries are and how severe they are, and relaying them to whatever doctor takes over their care. She always seems to come by when the pain flares up the most, with a potion that handles the worst of symptoms. “Please,” she urges, “feel better soon, Darling. Let me know if I can help you any further.”

Josephine: She finds out after they get injured. When they come back to Skyhold to recover, she makes sure their room is clean and comfortable, that they have good food and clean baths, and the best of the healers on hand to help them. She visits them in their quarters with cookies and a card that reads Get Well Soon, and checks on them at least once a day. If Romanced: She panics and darts to their side as soon as they arrive in Skyhold. Every moment that does not require her work or attention, she’s with them, doing her best to keep their spirits up, and to reassure herself that they’ll be okay.

Leliana: She finds out quickly by her messengers, and comes to visit the Herald once they get to Skyhold. She does not flinch as they cry out if the doctor’s treatments hurt or as their pain rises; she just reassures them that they’ll make it. She has someone stationed nearby the whole time just to make sure no one tries to attack the Herald while they’re already down.

Cullen: He winces when he hears it, and if the injuries were the result of an attack, he ups the amount of soldiers following the Inquisitor, much to their chagrin. He visits now and again to wish them a swift recovery. If Romanced: His heart sinks when he finds out, and spends the time waiting for her to come back to Skyhold a nervous wreck, pacing and working incessantly. Once she’s actually there, he waits for her at the gates, sees her to her room, and spends any moment he’s not working with her.

y’all… i can’t get over how much i adore that Cat’s gone back to calling her Keira in this episode. and when she calls her “Keira Danvers”, using her last name correctly but still using Keira…. i have been thinking about this nonstop for two days and my heart hasn’t stopped pounding at this gesture. the fact that Cat brings this little facet of their old familiar life back in as a comfort because she knows Kara is struggling and she knows she can’t really comfort Kara in the way she wants to… but she will do what she does best, and prop her up Cat Grant-style.  and if you think Kara is offended by being called Keira again, we aren’t watching the same show because Kara never skips a beat when Cat calls her Keira and you can see it in her eyes that she hears the warmth behind the nickname and she finds the support she needs in such a subtle intimate word and there is so much love Cat is yearning to give her and i just have so many emotions

Corpse Bride  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I like your enthusiasm.“
  • “Wait. I made a promise.“
  • “Pardon my enthusiasm.“
  • “It’s a terrible day for a wedding.“
  • “Keep it down, we’re in a church!“
  • “I don’t know. It’s just not natural.“
  • “I love you, but you are not mine.”
  • “It’s a sad, sad state of affairs we’re in.“
  • “Oh! You’ve been dead for fifteen years!“
  • “It seems that I still have a tear to shed.“
  • “Thank you, yes, answers. I need answers.“
  • “With this candle… I will set your mother on fire.“
  • “Let me at him! Let me at him! Don’t hold me back!“
  • “And I thought… I thought this was all going so well.“
  • “What’s going on here? Where am I? Who are you?“
  • “She can’t hold a candle to the beauty of your smile!“
  • “Yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it’s not real.”
  • “Now, why go up there when people are dying to get down here?“
  • “What does that wispy little brat have that you don’t have double?“
  • “Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it’s stopped beating? Hm?“
  • “You kept your promise. You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.“
  • “Isn’t the view beautiful? It takes my breath away. Well, it would if I had any.“
  • “If only he could see how special you can be; if he only knew the you that we know.“
  • “I’ve spent so long in the darkness, I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.“
  • “My dreams were taken from me. But, now… now I’ve stolen them from someone else.”
  • “And you might try and hide, and you might try and pray, but we all end up the remains of the day!”
  • “I always hoped to find someone I was deeply in love with. Someone to spend the rest of my life with. Silly, isn’t it?“
  • “With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”
Ok so I have to say something

Skimming through the Beauty and the Beast tag, along with the title characters tags, there is a TON of people crapping on the movie. Griping about costumes, Emma, how many songs there are, the plot changes… A ton of stuff. And mostly they just sound like a bunch of 5 year olds who didn’t get their minds read and catered to.
So I’m here to tell you the movie is freaking fantastic. I’ve been a major, huge, lifetime fan of the animated Beauty and the Beast from 1991 (I was two when it came out and it’s my second favorite Disney movie of all time). I went into the theater with huge expectations and this movie rocketed past them.
The dress: Is it very different? Yes but it works. Pictures of it bummed me out but seeing it move on screen was incredible. And she uses the dress to do more than dance so it’s perfect for it. Read: it’s gorgeous, especially when they dance.
The costumes: Beautiful. Of course Belle wears the iconic blue dress with a couple twists but she also changes because one does not normally wear the exact same thing for weeks.
Emma: I’ve never seen a single HP movie so I had basically nothing to go off of when it came to her. I thought she did an impeccable job. She kept Belle’s fire, her vulnerability, her big heart, her softness, and subtracted none from her.
The songs: …. It’s a Disney movie. A musical Disney animated movie reimagined with live characters, but still a Disney musical movie. And it’s awesome. I never tired of the songs, they added three or four? None felt out of place or Too Much. And honestly, holy crap, I see zero complaints on Dan Stevens’ Evermore I think we can all agree that was straight up breathtaking.
The plot: They did change a couple things but they were things that could live with being changed. If anything the changes strengthened the plot. Without giving much away, they solidified why Belle was kept at the castle, why she felt so out of place in her town, how Beast wasn’t just a bratty Prince and gave the prince an even more defined character arc, and every character was 3 dimensional by the rolling credits.
I just want to tell you all, who want to see the film or are worried from all the whining you’re seeing on here, that this movie is exceptional. It’s beautifully acted, it’s funny (even a little self deprecating,) it’s gorgeous onscreen, and as a lifetime lover of the original it brought me to tears more than once.
Bravo, Disney, seriously.

the most beautiful thing about wonder woman was that Diana was the very, very rare example of a lovable character who is also thoroughly, completely good. 

C. S. Lewis wrote that in order for us to like a morally good character, they must have some kind of deficiency (stupidity, ignorance, some moral failing)–some way we can look down on them. 

It takes a truly incredible artist to create a character that we cannot look down upon and still love. Her sole deficiency is her innocence of the modern world and her naivete. HOWEVER - when these are resolved at the end of the movie, she does not lose her purity of heart. she remains totally committed to pursuing her ideals. she recognizes that although the way she was to pursue peace was flawed due to her inexperience, her goal remained the same.

Diana is like an ideal human somehow brought to life: learned, gracious, kind, intelligent, loving, passionate, fearless, strong, idealistic, skilled, arrestingly lovely. that’s not the amazing part. the amazing part is that we love her anyway.

Thank goodness for Bill and his basic reading comprehension! Guess what the replies and other comments had in store though? 🙃 It’s common knowledge how much this shit pisses me off, but y’all have to see this level of incompetence…

“Roles that literally any adult character in the series could’ve done.”
Yet only her and Shikamaru were capable of officially ranking Jonin among their generation (Rookie 9)? 🤔

Oh, and hardly “anyone” could have excelled at mastering an S-rank jutsu and its relating techniques in record-breaking time – thus, subsequently awakening said jutsu and exercising that skill & strength in the events briefly explained by Bill.

Not to mention that all of the shinobi within her (overall) generation (including Team Guy & the Sand Siblings) were of prestigious descent, with the exception of Lee, Tenten and Sakura. Yet despite having no birth-right privileges or opportunities (unlike all but two others), Sakura was the only ninja – apart from the duel-protagonists – to reach Kage level (in the surpassing of her master).
“…literally any adult character in the series could’ve done” what she did, huh? Then it’s funny how, despite those characters’ born advantages, they weren’t able to exceed or replicate Sakura’s status or triumphs. But hey, I’m sure that those Chunin – who weren’t able to utilise the benefits of their heritage and succeed over a civilian-born kunoichi – could totally take over her role.

(No offence to the other ninja! I’m just proving how ridiculous this guy’s argument is.)

Hinata… A Chunin, with zero ability in the required techniques mentioned… Could have accomplished that which Sakura, a Jonin/Neo-Sannin, has mastered? 🙄

“Chaaa”? Excuse you, “Shannaro” > “N-Naruto-kun”.

Yeah, the “2 things she did” in the whole series:
 Saved. It.
Side note: The fact she says “anime” (not manga) says it all, am I right?

Btw, Bill mentioned two of her numerous feats (i.e. evidence of her “use”) because that is what an example is, honey. 😑 Context…

“Shit jutsu” (apparently) = S-rank techniques that literally save lives, known to and mastered only by (an apparent) two other shinobi in history? Sure, Jan. 😴

When people think that Sakura is useless because they can’t comprehend a manga for 13 year olds and are oblivious to the official databooks by the actual mangaka himself – both of which depicting, stating and confirming her skill, strength & “use”… Ha, the joke. 🤗

What does this even have to- 😒 Ugh. No, please fuck off.

Or… The ones actually calling her “useless” are manga illiterate, anime-only watchers. Ergo, biased AF, Pierrot-brainwashed, delusional fools. Who, btw, are additionally ignorant to Kishi’s canon databooks – the last of which affirming that she surpassed Tsunade, formerly the top kunoichi… 🐸☕️ (Source: Jin no Sho.)

They’d literally both be dead if it wasn’t for her… 😐

Hinata is (still) a Chunin, who literally tripped on a rock, whilst Sakura – a (now) Jonin – manually pumped Naruto’s heart with her hand and performed medical ninjutsu & CPR with the same level of low/practically no chakra as the aforementioned pebble biter. Step off. 😂

also, just so I can get some of this salt out of my system…

they literally showed that Regina still has people’s hearts in her vault and Robin even called her out on it, and she felt a little embarrassed sure

but then in the same episode we have Hook doing something bad in the past and he’s guilt-stricken about it and that’s gonna carry over for multiple episodes like it always does and just… I’m so tired of this double standard when it comes to him just leave him be

anonymous asked:

I'd LOVE if you could write a drunk Simon confessing his feelings to Jace when he drives him home! Especially if it's super fluffy!

yeeeeeeee i love Drunk Shenanigans!!! 

“So this is what you do when I don’t go out with you?” Jace asks, huffing warm air over his fingers. It’s freezing, and he forgot his gloves, because he rushed over here to pick up one Simon Lewis from trying to get back to the apartment they share while drunk as hell. 

“Don’t get mad at me, I made good choices, did good things!” Simon says, pouting prettily as he tilts his head back and looks up at Jace. He’s slumped against Maia and Clary, who are quietly giggling to themselves. 

“He did - ‘good things’ is the cute blonde back in there!” Maia sniggers, and Jace feels his heart break a little more. He scowls, trying to get over the tiny pang in his chest. He’s long since accepted that Simon doesn’t feel the same way as he does, but it still fucking sucks because the guy he likes is the guy he lives with, and the guy who’s made it his mission to insert himself into every part of Jace’s life. 

“I didn’t do him.” Simon insists. “I was gonna, but he’s verrrrrrrrrrrry.”

“Very what?” Clary asks, leaning forward. Jace sighs and pushes her back as she begins to topple off the bench. 

“Very.” Simon agrees, and Jace raises an eyebrow. He’s about to press for more information, when Magnus appears. 

“Oh, finally.” He groans. “Take Simon home, I’ll deal with the girls.” 

“What did you guys drink?” Jace asks, exasperated as Maia nearly punches him in the face in her haste to cling to Clary. 

“We had a competition, and I severely underestimated their tolerance.” Magnus sighs, massaging his temples. “Come along, darlings.” Maia and Clary stumble off with Magnus, and Jace tugs Simon upright. 

“You good, man?” He asks quietly. Simon hums quietly and leans into Jace’s side. 

“Not gonna be sick or anything.” He confirms, and Jace laughs softly, slinging an arm around Simon’s shoulder and steering him to the car. 

“I’ve drunk enough with you to know what you’re like.” Jace muses. “And I am so glad you’re not the kind to throw up. I would not let you within ten feet of my car if you were.” 

“What kind of drunk am I?” Simon asks brightly, then promptly slips on the sidewalk and crumples, holding on to Jace’s arms for dear life. Jace sighs and hauls him back up, and suddenly Simon is very close, close enough to count each eyelash fluttering over warm brown eyes. 

“Clumsy.” Jace says hoarsely, transfixed by the hazy desire clouding Simon’s eyes, before he remembers that Simon is fucking drunk, and he sighs and steps away. “Come on, Lewis.” 

He manages to get Simon into the car with minimal fuss. Simon does try to convince Jace that North Dakota doesn’t exist, but it’s not even the biggest conspiracy theory Simon’s brought up, so Jace isn’t worried as he starts up the car and peers behind him, backing slowly out of the parking space. 

“Oh my god you’re driving.” Simon says suddenly. Jace snorts as he waits patiently for a gaggle of teens to cross the street. “Since when do you drive?” 

“Since a month ago, you went with me to get my license.” Jace mutters. “You’re such a dumbass when you’re drunk.” 

“Let me out, Jace is gonna kill me with his driving!” Simon moans, sinking low into his seat. 


“I’m gonna dieeeeee.” Simon warbles, and then pauses. “Do you have any water? Or can we stop by the ocean to get a drink?” 

“Yeah, I don’t think the Atantic is what you need right now.” Jace says, reaching behind with one hand and grabbing the water he’d thrown in the back seat when he’d heard Simon was drunk. 

Lifesaver.” Simon says gratefully as he takes the bottle and twists the cap off, guzzling it down. He only gets one tiny dribble of water down his chin, and Jace glances over as the car idles at a red light on an empty street. 

“You’ve got a - “ He gestures, and Simon frowns. 

“A printer?” He asks, excited. Jace shakes his head, bemused. 

“Why the fuck would there be a printer?” He asks, glancing once to check that it’s still a red light before he reaches over and swipes his thumb over the drop of water, Simon’s stubble rough under his skin. “There.” 

The light changes to green and he drops his hand back to the wheel, focusing on driving - Simon’s partially right, Jace isn’t the best driver - and there’s silence in the car until he looks back to Simon, worried about the lack of unstoppable rambling. 

Simon is looking at him with a strange, unreadable look on his face, his eyes dark and stormy. Jace frowns and opens his mouth, about to ask what’s wrong, when Simon blurts out, “Do you know Jace Wayland?” 

“Oh my God.” Jace says, shaking his head. “Not this again.” Simon has a habit of conflating Jace and Captain America while he’s drunk, which is cute, but so not helpful. 

“If you see him,” Simon continues, his voice turning a little sad, “can you tell him to kiss me?” 

“What?” Jace asks, not at all proud of the way his voice goes an octave higher. 

“I mean, you’re Captain America. He has to listen to you, right?” Simon asks as Jace tries desperately to focus on pulling into their building’s garage. 

“Buddy,” Jace gets out in a strangled voice, “I think Jace Wayland doesn’t need me to tell him to kiss you.” 

“Did he say something? Does he not want to?” Simon asks, insistently patting Jace’s arm. 

“No.” Jace says shortly, killing the engine and opening the door. 

“Then you should command him. Jace would listen to you, you have muscles!” 

“Oh my God.” Jace groans as he gets Simon out of the car. He staggers a little as Simon leans in with all his weight. “Why is drunk you so horny?” 

“I’m not horny, I love him!” Simon declares. Jace promptly drops Simon. “Ow.” Simon complains from the floor. 

“Lewis. Always complicating things.” Jace says, his heart beating faster and a smile creeping onto his face despite himself. 

“I’m serious, he’s adorable and he cares so much and he’s so good to the world.” Simon says as Jace hauls him off the ground. “Please get him to kiss me.” Jace’s heart clenches and he smiles giddily at Simon. 

“Wake up sober, and I will.” He promises, and Simon nods sleepily, nuzzling into Jace’s neck. 

(The next morning, Jace waits as long as it takes for Simon to stumble into the kitchen and blearily make himself a cup of coffee before he backs the other man into the counter, gets a hand in his shirt, and kisses him as thoroughly as he can. Simon whimpers, his hands flailing for a bit and hitting Jace’s head before settling around Jace’s back, and then he gets with the program, pressing back and sliding his tongue across Jace’s. 

“Got a message from Captain America.” Jace murmurs when they break apart to breathe, his voice low and amused as he watches the bright red flush overtake Simon’s cheeks. 

“Oh God.” Simon groans. “Of all the idiotic things I’ve done - “

“I love you too.” 

“ - that was probably not the worst.” Simon concludes, his smile turning blindingly bright. Jace laughs warmly at that and reels Simon in for another kiss, unable to help himself. The guy he’s in love with is nerdy as fuck, but it’s the sweetest thing in the world, and Jace will send the creator of Captain America a fruit basket if it makes Simon happy.)

hamelin-born  asked:

Omega!Hux and Alpha!Kylo had a meaningless one-night stand years ago - back when they were Lieutenant Hux and Apprentice Ren. They never even exchanged names. Years later, when Kylo Ren comes on board the Finalizer, he meets Hux's child - who is exactly the right age, has all-too-familiar eyes, and a Force Presence that /burns/ like the rising sun.

Kylo has never met an omega before.

He’s been told that they smell divine; like the most forbidden of fruits, where biting into one would mean eternal damnation of the soul for giving in to such a tempting creature. Their very skin is meant to glisten with lusts and wants, their needy heats setting them apart from the rest of the galaxy. They’re rare, craved by alphas and envied by betas. A true prize, worthy of a budding knight like Kylo Ren.

Mating has never been high on Kylo’s list, not even when he presented as an alpha when he was in his late teens. Alas, he finds that, on this night in a tacky bar in a dusty town, Kylo’s needs have gotten the better of him.

He moans, delving back in for another kiss off the pretty redhead he’d managed to pique the interest of at the bar before he’d offered to serve him drinks back at his accommodation. Kylo had smugly accepted. After only a few shots and cocktails, Kylo has the redhead pushed back against the nearest wall, consuming his lips in a desperate kiss.

“You’re beautiful,” Kylo whispers, tasting the remnants of their last fruity shot on his partner’s lips.

“So I’ve been told,” the redhead replies, pushing Kylo away from him for a moment.

Kylo watches eagerly as the other begins to strip, his nimble fingers unfastening the button of the high collar of his jacket before shedding it.

And it’s then that Kylo smells it.

“You—you’re an omega,” Kylo gasps, taking in the seemingly glowing form of the other, lapping up every inch of his pale skin.

“Aren’t you lucky,” the omega says, sauntering forwards, making sure every twisting movement is exaggerating the curves of his body; the sharpness of his hips, the plumpness of his ass, the perkiness of his nipples. “A night with an omega.”

The omega is suddenly upon him, chest pressed against the front of Kylo’s dark robes, his hand rubbing the front of the alpha’s pants. Kylo gasps, growling, before hoisting the omega up until his long legs are wrapped around Kylo’s hips and they’re back against the wall, kissing as though their lives depend on it. Unable to help himself, Kylo buries his nose in the omega’s neck, and feels as though he’s elated.

The omega already smells of sex, as though heat is radiating from his skin, but there’s a uniqueness to his scent that Kylo has never sensed before among anyone. Kylo picks up the scent of ash, as though the fire isn’t just in the omega’s hair colour but in his heart too, flickering away, threatening to burn anyone who comes too close. But underneath the threatening layers of heat and fire, the omega smells sweet; like a freshly baked pastry drizzled with a fruity syrup and covered in sugar, just begging to be liked before being devoured by its hungry customer.

Kylo drools.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Kylo growls, feeling the omega shiver in his hold. “I want to see beneath your beautiful.”

Yes, alpha,” the omega whines, craning his neck upwards to allow Kylo better access to the hot underside of his jaw. “Please. Fuck me.”

Lost to the intoxicating magnetism of the omega in front of him, Kylo doesn’t bother to ask the omega for his name. It’s a fling, a quick fix for the needs of his inner alpha. It’s the best fuck he’s ever had, but it means nothing.

In the morning, Kylo dresses and leaves before the omega has a chance to wake up, feeling that his sexual urges have been satisfied but there remains a coldness in his chest as he walks towards the door, his heart even jumping when he hears the omega whine softly in his sleep.

But regardless, Kylo leaves, returning to his shuttle and leaving the town before the planet’s sun has risen.

What has happened is irrelevant, and Kylo knows he’ll never see the omega again.

Whether he’s content with that is another matter entirely, and one that he quickly pushes to the back of his mind before he returns to Master Snoke.

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How I would do Fairy Tail’s Ending

Okay were getting to the end of Fairy Tail shortly and it doesn’t look like it’s going to be what any expected. But given everything that’s happen I really don’t know if it’ll be satisfying and chances are it won’t be. So this is how I would end FT in what I’d consider satisfying.

  • With universe one dispelled and Magnolia returned to normal the DS are all meeting up in it while fighting off Alvarez Soldiers. (Hey plot convenience still exists)
  • Natsu meets Zeref again (No lost Iced Shell or Gray meeting) and Zeref with no more spriggans knows he no more guards and Acnologia will be arriving and kill him.
  • Acnologia looms over Magnolia and all DS assemble to meet him and he reverts to human form.
  • The DS attempt to rush him at once with attack after attack but Acnolia brushes off. The Cobra says they have to act smart and from what he heard from Acnologia’s thoughts is he keeps expecting just barrages as that’s all anyone has tried on him.
  • Natsu and Laxus charge forward and attempt to take Acnologia head on as they are the physically strongest at base and Wendy enchanting them to boost but even then, Acnologia can take it.
  • Out of the shadows pops Rogue with Gajeel and Sting in shadow modes going for a sneak attack. Acnologia jumps back to dodge saying he’d bet they’d try something only to be taken by surprise when Cobra comes in over head (boosted by Wendy to increase his speed) and strikes Acnologia saying he could hear each of his thoughts and was a step ahead of him.
  • The 7 DS the release a 7 way roar blasting Acnologia but Acnologia enters dragon form and describes the might of the Magic Dragon Slayer.
  • He reveals his technique called “King Roar” which is basically firing a roar into the air then it dispersing and raining down on battlefield (kinda imagine Draco meteor from pokemon)
  • The Ds realize they can’t stop all their teammates from being hit with this rain of roars however, Gildarts use crush on one roar yelling that they can fight for themselves and the DS can handle Acnologia
  • We get every character contributing to countering a roar, Lucy using Metria on one, Gray using Devil’s rage, Erza in the adamantine armor, Minerva using territory, Lyon making many ice shields etc. (This is a way for everyone to be involved in war because well, it’s war.) This faling roar is realized by the wizard saints who are limping back to the battlefield.
  • The DS all try to use their dual modes on Acnologia but find it barely keeps him back. Cobra while seeing all these dual dragons wonders about why he’s here, he was only suppose to fight Zeref but now he fights Acnologia.
  • Getting some introspection on Cobra’s part he thinks how he’s been traaded around from one cause to the next, from finding Nirvana, to sttopping dragons because the council ordered it, and to joining to fight Zeref. Cobra yells that for the first time he’ll do what he wants and that’s protecting people and killing Acnologia.
  • Utilizing his sound magic he meets Acnologia head on latches on to his back but Acnologia in a burst of magic brushes him off as he lays on the ground. It looks like Cobra’s attack was pointless but the poison got into Acnologia and while it won’t kill him, it is slowing him down putting all the DS on equal footing.
  • Laxus seeing Cobra fall is reminded of Makarov and thinks about his journey and now that Makarov is gone it’s his job to look after all these children he left and Laxus releases a new secret technique (Because lets be real “Roaring thunder” was lame) but he’s over stressed his injuries he passes out.
  • The remaining 5 still use their dual forms to fight back but all Acnologia does is taught them. As we cut away to Mest who sees this battle and he teleports using direct line and makes it to the saints and asks that since they’re council members they can release satellite square.
  • Hyberion says that they can’t use etherion as there is no one to bind the elements need for it and states that even if they could everyone would be caught in the blast and die. Mest tells him he doesn’t want them to use etherion but just fire the raw ethernano, and at first they are confused but Mest explains that he saw Wendy go into dragon force in tartaros from the amount of ethernano in the air.
  • They Fire the ethernano and it hits, Acnologia thinking this is a joke but the DS being eating the ethernano and go dragon force.
  • While This happens, Zeref is sitting alone in FT and just hoping Acnologia will finish up and then kill him. But Brandish (remember she’s still around) walks into the guild hall asking what’s Zerefs doing.
  • When she hears his pessimistic response she slaps Zeref in the face telling him he’s an idiot. That he’s their emperor, he is the symbol Alvarez, he is their spirit, and that this is why ishgar won, they stood for their beliefs. So how could Alvarez  win when they stand for a man who won’t lead and is ready to die.
  • Zeref does the usual “you wouldn’t understand” but Mavis arrives and tells him that she suffers fro the same problem as he does but she is still able to live her life. She asks him if he loves her and he says yes and Mavis says that’s proof of him controlling his life, he can find love so it’s possible he can find happines.
  • Mavis asks Zeref to help her come up with a way to use Fairy Heart so it won’t destroy everyone and only Acnologia.
  • In dragon force the DS are busting out all the stops, from enchantment, to unison raid, to secret arts. We get to see Sting and Rogue even say they consider themselves at Natsu and Gajeel’s level, their not just fan boys of theirs.
  • Acnologia just keeps pushing back but realizes there is a strategy going on between Natsu, Wendy and Gajeel as well Sting and Rogue. Natsu is attacking the most while Gajeel defends and both are being enchanted by Wendy increasing these stats. Sting and Rogue are similarly attacking but always hiting spots on Acnologia that he’s not defending from Natsu.
  • The twin dragons break Acnologia wings but the are injured in the process
  • Acnologia reveals a magic he’s crafted over the years call “King’s Feast” which allows him to eat all the ethernano in the atmosphere similar to the Dorma Anim.
  • All powered up it’s harder for Gajeel to defend but he says not to worry.
  • Wendy has finally had enough and says that she must fight even if it means sacrifice as she thinks of Chelia. Wendy uses the power of dragon force to use Deus Sema (a weaker one but still a big meteor) Dropping it on Acnologia.
  • Wendy can’t stand anymore and gives out as Natsu says he can’t lose heree as it be disrespectful to everyone who got him here. Acnologia tells him he’s alone but Natsu says he’s not alone because even if he dies then all of Fiore will fight back but Acnologia laughs saying only a dragon slayer can kill a dragon.
  • Natsu channels what he’s got into a fire dragon’s iron fist but Acnologia just charges magic into his fist and when the 2 collide Natsu is swatted away.
  • Natsu is on the ground as Acnologia uses King’s Feast but expands it to encompass almost all of fiore. Acnologia laughs and states not only did Natsu fail but everyone has barely any magic left from the first roar to survive another and since the atmosphere is drained they only have the little that remains inside them.
  • As Mavis and Zeref are working out how to use Fairy Heart on Acnologia the book of END opens since lack of an atmosphere with ethernano
  • Natsu (END) gets up but only to delay Acnologia with his demonic power he fights back but Acnologia has so much Magic he can release another king’s roar and wipe every on out this time.
  • Suddenly Mavis, Zeref, and Brandish appear and state Mavis is Fairy Heart and he couldn’t absorb it cause it was internal and an infinite source of magic.
  • When Fairy Heart is activated Acnologia laughs at how weak the release is, but it’s revealed that it isn’t small cause it’s lack of power but rather Brandish decreased the mass so releasing it wouldn’t wipe out everything
  • The attack blows apart Acnologia’s mid back and wings, (Now he looks similar to Igneel when he was ripped apart)
  • Acnologia is on his back but states that only a slayer can kill a dragon he’ll just activate King’s feast and find a way to escape.
  • END stands up and begins to walk towards Acnologia and punches Acnologia’s left pectoral but his hide is tough and the fire barely scratches it. He keeps trying but is failing to break through
  • Acnologia just states as dragons they are beasts, and in their world the strongest is king and there can only be one strongest in that world.
  • Natsu yells that this isn’t the same world 400 years ago and that a world where only one is at the top is over, this era was made out of people helping each other and sharing this world.
  • Gajeel joins in the scratching away at the hide saying that he’ll help and other DS recover trying to tear away the hide.
  • They use what little they have and unison raid with all 7 punching Acnologia’s heart at once.
  • Gray, Lucy, Happy, and Erza arrive (What just cause the Acnologia fight is over doesn’t mean the endings over) crying and saying it’s over and Natsu says it’s not. He’s END and he will most likely become like Acnologia and destroy everyone.
  • He knows that he’s got some time before he become that vile demon and asks Gray to kill him now. Lucy yells no and tells Natsu that this has to stop, he is not allowed to act selfish anymore. Erza joins in saying he’s going against what he taught her in tower of heaven. Gray says he won’t do it either as he can’t kill his friend, one he already tried to kill.
  • Natsu says he knows that all he’s been is selfish, but now it’s time for him to grow up and think about everyone else and that’s why he should die. Natsu asks gray if he can sit through the pain of losing Juvia again or does he want to lose the new family he created for himself because that’s what END will do. Gray remembers how hard it was to kill silver and can’t bare anyone having to kill their family but Gray yells he doesn’t want to kill a member of his family to protect all of it.
  • Lucy yells at Erza to talk sense into Natsu and Gray but Erza explains the days of her babying them is over they are adults now it’s their descion (she says while holding back tears)
  • Gray finally breaks down and says he will do it and walks towards Natsu, Lucy is crying but remembers what Aquarius taught her in tartaros.
  • Gray uses Ice Devil’s zeroth long sword to impale Natsu. But before we see the damage Natsu says “Guess we finally settled it”
  • Due to freezing Natsu’s body is cracking and in his final moments he thinks of everyone in FT and says he loves them all. He the see’s what looks like light and then only he sees fairies floating above him. He mutters “They really do have tails” and it’s a signal that journey is over and he knows the answer 
  • The war ends when Lucy walks to Zerfg and the two size up and Zeref kneels before Lucy and says the war is over and Alverez admits defeat.
  • Happy Picks up Natsu’s scarf as people look at the guild and Laxus says they can just rebuild.
  • Here is a one year timeskip and the last chapter cover page is a group of all those who have sacrificed themselves in FT (like Simon, Ultear, Makarov) and it has Natsu holding a sign that says thank you for 11 years of publication (Hey I think it be cool last cover)
  • The time skip shows Lucy has written a story about FT and says even though the book is at an end and people have come and gone, the dream of Fairy Tail will never END
  •  We see other people’s endings (i’m not doing any ship crap, just imagine it yourself) We see Zeref in a similar lumen histiore crystal in prison. We see he appointed Brandish as the new head of Alvarez and will rule in his place.
  • Then Happy comes to Lucy saying Bora is back in Hargeon and Lucy laughs saying lets kick his butt as they run off and in Lucy’s book it’s open to the dedicated to page and says “Natsu, Gray, Erza, Wendy, and all the friends I’ve made along the way.”

The End. Yeah that’s how I’d end the series. I feel that it be the best way to do the climax and ending and felt it stayed true to FT. I hoped you enjoyed.

Saddest Poem

by Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Cartoon Criticism Dictionary

(aka phrases I use here to describe very specific things)

Sameface Syndrome: when various female characters all have their faces designed according to the exact same formula, in a way that detracts from the story and is clearly done only to make them “beautiful.” Does not apply to stylistic choices, and does not mean that the characters literally all have the exact same face. Ex. The women in Frozen were designed with major Sameface Syndrome.

Keaneface: currently the most common female face in Western animation, consisting of a heart-shaped face with large eyes and a small, low-placed nose and mouth. Popularized (though not invented) by legendary Disney animator Glen Keane.Ex. Moana has a different body type, but she still definitely has some Keaneface going on.

Girly-Tomboy Compex: when all female characters in a movie or show can be defined as either “girly-girls” (typically feminine clothing and interests) or “tomboys” (actively rallying against feminine clothing and interests, and/or interested in “boy stuff”). Ex. GoGo Tomago and Honey Lemon are pretty much complete stereotypes! They really exemplify the Girly-Tomboy Complex.

Usagi Syndrome: when a female character is criticized for traits that are universally accepted in male characters, such as being annoying, lazy, or gluttonous. Named for the protagonist of Sailor Moon, Tsukino Usagi.Ex. The publisher told me that the protagonist of my novel was too immature for her age. I guess she got hit with Usagi Syndrome.

Girl Power Quota: the practice of having your female character(s) act tough throughout most of the film and/or save the male character(s) at least once, only to suddenly become helpless during the climax.Ex. How come that character who knows kung fu was suddenly incapacitated by someone grabbing her arm? Guess the writers hit their Girl Power Quota.

Strong Independent Woman™: also called the Strong Female Character™. Refers to a method of writing female characters where, instead of giving the character an actual personality, the writer instead makes them “strong” with shortcuts like making them needlessly violent, having them constantly sass others, decrying all typical feminine traits as “weak”, etc.Ex. I was excited that they decided to add a female character to the action hero team, but she was too much of a Strong Independent Woman™ to be interesting. The writers clearly don’t know what women are really like.

Historical Accuracy Fallacy: the claim that it is okay for a story to star mostly white characters because of historical accuracy, even though the story uses fantasy elements that are obviously not historically accurate, not to mention many historical time periods had more POC than we realize.Ex. I got an anon message saying that there shouldn’t be black people in How to Train Your Dragon because the vikings were white, but I guess they were still fine with the dragons! They fell right into the Historical Accuracy Fallacy.

Chipette Principle: making female characters who are essentially exactly the same as the male characters, except with gender signifiers like eyelashes, pronounced lips, the color pink somewhere on their person, or clothing. Coined by Lindsey Ellis. Ex. Classic Disney characters rely way too much on the Chipette Principle, what with Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck.

Feel free to suggest more!

statuepuppie  asked:

O Captain, My Captain! (Janeway would approve!) Would you please feed my soul with some Kara and Maggie bonding? Thanks!

Alex hasn’t been dating her long.

And Kara is still adjusting, is still stiff about it.

Not around Alex – around Alex, she’s all heart eyes and thrilled that she’s with Maggie, that she’s happy.

Because she is happy that she’s happy.

But around Maggie?

Kara’s still stiff, still distant.

And Alex knows her sister. And Alex knows her girlfriend.

So one night, she does one of the things she does best: covert operations.

And they both show up at Alex’s door at the same moment.

Kara, through one of the hallway windows; Maggie, up the staircase.

Kara, bearing ice cream and potstickers; Maggie, with pizza and root beer.

“What are you – “

“Why are you – “

“She had a rough day – “

“She texted me – “

“I just thought she’d want some – “

“I wanted to bring her – “

“Sorry, you go ahead – “

“Sorry, I keep interrupting – “



“Hi Kara.”

“Hi Maggie.”

“So your sister had a rough day.”

“She did.”

Kara’s voice is just a little more tense than it usually is.

Just a little more prim than it usually is. A little more reserved, a little more… maybe… angry?

Maggie’s heart tears.

She doesn’t exactly have a good history with the families of girls she likes.

And Kara’s always nice to her, she’s always… cordial. But there’s a distance, a nervousness, maybe. A protectiveness. And Maggie gets it. She does. But it still scares her. It still hurts.

Both of their phones buzz at the same time. They have an identical novel of a text.

Kara, Maggie – my day was fine. I just didn’t know how else to get you two alone together. To bond. And I want you to bond. Because you’re the most important women in my life. Kara, I know you’re not used to sharing me, and Maggie, I know you feel like you don’t fit in with my family. So… surprise? I’m with James and Winn for the night – use my apartment, have at it. Kara, just don’t make her watch old musicals. She’ll probably like them, and then I’ll have to hear random bursts of corny old songs from both of you.

Kara finishes reading first, and she gulps a rough gulp and studies Maggie while she finishes reading. While she tries not to shake. Kara knows, because Kara can hear her heartbeat. She tries to pretend she can’t. She adjusts her glasses and waits. Watching.

Maggie gulps, too, and glances up nervously.

“So I guess she thinks we’re not sufficiently bonded, huh?”

“Well, you did break her heart. And she is my sister. I’m going to be protective.”

To Kara’s surprise, Maggie smiles.

“I like that you’re protective of her. She deserves that. Someone to fight for her like you do.”

Kara adjusts her glasses and stares.

“And you want to fight for her, too?”

“I never want to stop.”


“Are you finally giving me the shovel talk?”

“Why do you want to fight for her, Maggie? Because you didn’t, when she left that bar hysterically crying, trying to convince herself she wasn’t even a lesbian to make the pain go away. The rejection.”

Kara startles at the intensity of the hurt that flashes across Maggie’s face, and she regrets her uncharacteristically harsh words immediately.

Maggie swallows and nods for Kara to open Alex’s apartment door and follows her inside, putting the pizza and root beer on the counter and pacing immediately, left hand settled below her lips.

“You know Alex. She’s… she’s quick, and she’s brave, and she’s… she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, but not just on the outside. Your sister… she didn’t give up on me. Not when I was kidnapped, not when I was being stupid and thinking that she’d be better off… I didn’t want her coming out to be about me, Kara, I was… I know it’s screwed up, but I was trying to protect her. I was trying… I was trying to be good enough for her. And I know I never can be, but I want to try. Every day. I want to try to be good enough, because Alex deserves that. You… you know what I mean?”

Kara stares and Kara thinks and Kara thinks about that goofy grin Alex has developed in the last week or so, that distant look in her eyes that means she’s daydreaming about Maggie, about this girl who makes her smile, who makes her giggle, who makes her laugh like Kara’s never seen her laugh before.

“More than you know,” she answers softly, and then her face splits into a grin.

“I know you have a thing for vegan ice cream – and I agree with Alex, gross – but how do you feel about potstickers?”

“That all depends, Little Danvers – how do you feel about pizza and root beer?”

“Like you’d better be ready to give me most of it.”


When Alex gets home late that night, she doesn’t expect Maggie to still be there.

But she’s pleasantly surprised.

Because it might be midnight, but the two women that mean most to her – that she… loves… – are still awake, still there, surrounded by empty root beer bottles and pizza and potsticker boxes and pints of ice cream.

And her apartment is full of 90s boy band music and raucous laughter and deliberately off-key singing.

She’s not sure what she’s started by giving her sister and her girlfriend a compulsory bonding night, but she’s sure of one thing: she loves it, she loves it, she loves it.

Emerging from the Shadows

A little bit of Elriel, from the Kiss prompt request #14, starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion.  @next-gen-weasleys this one’s for you!

Azriel could feel something was wrong as he touched down on the townhouse roof.  Over the months he’d been training Elain, he’d developed a bond with her, one based on mutual understanding and similarity of experience.  Not a mating bond, perhaps, but that didn’t make it less valuable.  He followed it down the stairs, through the kitchen, and into the small kitchen garden.  She sat alone on the bench, eyes downcast, right hand playing with the fourth finger on the left.  Where her engagement ring had once sat.

He ghosted through the garden and took a seat next to her, thighs nearly touching.  She didn’t look up, wasn’t startled by his presence.  Just sat there, sadness leaching off of her.  He wished he could touch her, take her into his arms and comfort her, but that wasn’t his place.  All he could do was sit there, soaking in the sun with her, and wait.

“It was two years ago today I met him,” she said softly, still looking without seeing at the brick pavers that lined the ground.  “Two years.  He was the first person to really see me, my heart, not just this.”  She gestured to that lovely face.  “The first man I ever kissed.  The first man I ever loved.”

“I’m sorry,” Az said, feeling helpless and hating himself for it.  

“And then, because those bastards took me…he couldn’t see me anymore.  My heart is the same, you know.  I don’t think the Cauldron has the power to change a heart.  But what does it mean, if changing the outside made it so he couldn’t see that?  What if…what if he never really loved me, if he was just like all the others?”  A tear escaped her then, and she turned to face him, knee pressing into his thigh.  “I hate that I was fooling myself, just like I always do.  I hate knowing that I gave him everything, and he threw it all away because I was altered.  It wasn’t even my choice, they just took me.  And he left.  I want to hate him for it, but I can’t.  I just can’t.”

Az’s chest ached at her pain.  He raised a hand to brush away that tear, but hesitated.  She was not his to touch.  Even if she had shown no sign of wanting to accept the bond with Lucien, even if he could sometimes feel her yearning for that closeness too.  There was nothing he could do for her, nothing he could give her…except the same thing that had always linked them, shared experience.  Truth for truth.

“You know that Mor and I have a history,” he said, voice husky, shadows curling up over his shoulders.  She nodded.  “I loved her from the moment Rhys brought her to that camp.  She was this bright beautiful force of nature.  So fierce, so brave, so clever.”

“She still is,” Elain murmured, and he nodded.  

“Most of the females I had known were beaten down.  Well, except my father’s wife.”  Her lips tightened at that, and his shadows swirled, ready to cover his face before he pulled them back.  “But not Mor.  She swaggered around that camp like she owned it.  Even Lord Devlin didn’t dare cross her.  She flirted with everything on two legs, but with me she was different.  Quieter.  More sincere.”  He shrugged and was quiet for a while, as memories that he had spent centuries trying to suppress surged.  He could still see Mor, naked and bleeding from between her legs, from the many wounds over her body and breasts, from the nail embedded in her abdomen, the note that nail had held soaked in her blood.   She had been ready to give up and die when he’d found her, sprawled in the chill of the Autumn Court woods.  His throat began to ache, and Elain reached over and tucked her perfect, delicate hand in his broad scarred one.

The touch gave him the strength to go on.  “After Mor’s family tortured her and dumped her, and I risked my life to go get her, I started to tell her what I felt.  I had been so certain she shared it, but she just…fled.  At first I thought she was just afraid after all that had been done to her.  But time went on, and there was always this dance between us.  She would draw me in, then shove me away.  Eventually I realized that I wasn’t what she wanted.  And that no amount of me wanting her would change that.”  He fell silent again.

“Do you love her still?” Elain asked gently.

He had never talked about this, never wanted to, but for Elain…to smooth those waves of pain still rolling off of her…“No,” he said, admitting the truth he had kept even from himself.  “I think I love the idea of her though.”

“What do you mean?”

It was hard for him to think of how to say it, the words had been locked up in his heart for so long.  “I love the idea of someone who can’t hide who they are.  Even when Mor tries, her soul shines through.  It’s the same draw that Cassian has, and Feyre.”  He smiled a little, but it didn’t reach his eyes.  “It’s the opposite of me, I suppose.”

“Me too,” Elain whispered, so quietly it almost could have just been a breath.  For a long time, the only noises were the chirping of birds and the general bustle of the city.  Elain’s hand still rested in his, as if forgotten, and he fought the temptation to stroke the back with his thumb in case she decided to pull it away.  He would savor the contact as long as he could, just as he savored the press of her knee against his leg.  When she spoke again, her voice wistful now, he almost startled.  “Have you ever loved anyone else?”

“No,” he said, “not like that.  I’ve had lovers, but there’s never been the same feeling.”  She seemed to shrink in on herself.  “But I want to.  I know that I can love like that.  And someday…maybe someday soon, I’ll find someone who can return it.  And I know that you can, too.  You can find someone who sees your heart.”  She squeezed his fingers and now he did rub his thumb across her hand.  He waited for her to pull it away, to retreat across that boundary that they had always carefully maintained, but she didn’t.  Her brown eyes looked steadily into his and he couldn’t help but notice the tiny gold flecks in them, that matched the gold tips to her long lashes.  Their breaths mingled as they sat there, and he savored the lilac and rain scent of her.  

Slowly, he bent his head to her, giving her a chance to pull away.  He brushed his lips lightly against hers, a whisper of a kiss, a question.  There was no way he could have anticipated the lightning strike that shot through him at that gentle touch.  He started to pull back, trying to master himself before he did something really stupid, but she cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips more fully to his.  His scarred hands wrapped around her slight body, gently at first, then tighter.  He felt her tongue trace the seam of his lips and he opened his mouth for her.  A small voice in his head warned him she was still grieving, reminded him he was a bastard, unworthy, but the sweet taste of her, the feel her mouth, of her tongue, of her hands, overruled it.  Every nerve in his body was on fire, every drop of common sense had evaporated.  Never had any of his lovers made him feel like this.  One of her hands had moved to run through his hair, the other was wrapped around the back of his neck, and he knew he would have to pull away soon or they would take it too far.  Elain was not a casual fling, and he had no desire to take everything at once even if she would offer it.  So he slowly eased back, shifting to softer kisses, then to the corners of her mouth, then her eyelids.  They were both panting for breath when he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed in a silent prayer.

“Azriel,” she said hoarsely.  He opened his eyes to look at her flushed face, her lips as swollen as his felt.  “Someone who sees my heart?”

“I never said that someone wasn’t me.”

Cable Girls: Las Chicas del Cable

First impression about Cable Girls after binge watching:

I love how 4 women so diverse can be so amazingly strong in such different ways. How they show us the different ways men could have total control over women’s life, and how those characters face this oppression, each her own way, is well written while still realistic with the time period it’s written in. 

- Lidia/Alba’s character complexity is amazing. Her monologues fit so well with what’s going on and the actress is amazing. Her love drama makes me yawn sometimes though. 

- Carlota is probably my favorite. She’s so brave, determined, fearless, relentless. She is aware of her flaws and tries to be better. When she faces a situation she’s never contemplated (you know what I’m talking about) sit shows that she’s frustrated with herself for not being good enough. Her ideals are so rooted and her actions show so much passion. How she stands up against her dad and anyone who betrays her or messes up with her is wonderful to watch. 

- Marga is the most ADORKABLE person I can think of. Her puns and sentences make me soft and laugh at the same time. She’s so naïve but so determined to be better and independent at the same time. I just want to adopt her. 

- Ángeles is probably the hardest character to see on screen. Her growth process is heartbreaking to watch, and it feels a little bit rushed sometimes. But it seems they get to keep her on character while still showing how she changes her heart and mindset, and her strength is unique and different. 

About Sara. I love the job the actress does. She shows so much emotion in her actions, for instance, those huge heart eyes the character has for Carlota. It’s a character you don’t expect to surprise you in the first episode but it does. *spoiler alert* The relationship with Carlota and Miguel is surprising but it doesn’t feel forced. I liked they introduced polyamory in such a casual but powerful way, showing . About the last scene of this character… *Spoiler alert* [Sidenote: Sara’s transness is an assumption that everyone I’ve talked with about the series agrees on. That’s the interpretation I made of it and they way I’m addressing it]. I have such mixed feelings about it. I love the way they introduce the concept, it’s not explicit or complicated, it’s just hinted with Miguel’s shirt and a subtle but direct sentence of Alba in the background. The sentence though… my activist self just can’t digest it. *Spoiler alert* “Not being in the right body” it transmits trans people’s bodies aren’t right, which is a concept that most of the society has nowadays (I was going to say “had”, but in 1928 most people didn’t even register trans people’s existence). Their bodies are their business and whatever they want them to be. The perpetuation of this idea it’s heartbreaking. I’m guessing the reason it’s the same old “that’s how people understand it” and “it was 1928″ and “it would not have been obvious without that sentence”, but that’s just how transphobia is perpetuated. Anyway, I’m willing to see the development of the character next season and how they treat them. 

Elisa (Aka. Alice in wonderland) introduces us to how high class people with mental illnesses were treated back then. How they tried to cover up everything for what people might think, telling her about “her nerves”… I hope we get to see more of what being mentally ill implied in the 20ies, specially as a woman. 

I also love the adorkableness of Pablo, but love that he’s not perfect and really screws up (Her unsufferable girlfriend, come on). And Marglo is just <3. I liked they showed an open minded man like Miguel, although his free mind felt forced. I get what they wanted to do but it didn’t feel too on character tbh. We didn’t have much information about what went though his mind, about how he saw Carlota, what he thought about her and Sara more developed…  The effort is well appreciated though. They could have cut off some of the boring speeches of francisco and given him some more scenes to deepen on that matter.  

Francisco and Carlos (Aka. Tweddledee and Tweedledum) have too many scenes for what little they really do. Francisco is so boring. Period. Carlos is a more evolving character, who shows a development throughout the series. The best part of those 2 is the relationship they have between them, how they behave as really good friends and as brothers, *spoiler alert* even in the end when Francisco burns the new Will of Carlos’ father (Aka. the caterpillar).  

I also liked the number of aged women they show us: Carmen (aka. Queen of hearts), Victoria and Doña Lola, Mario’s mum. They all were great in their own way, had their strong suits. 

About Mario. I just can’t. It makes me anxious. I know it’s necessary and real and I love they did what they did. But it’s so hard to watch. In general, the sexism shown it’s drowning. Which is the purpose of the series. The hopelessness I felt with Ángeles and the no-divorce and Sara in jail was suffocating. 

The absence of POC was pretty obvious too. It might not be that far from reality from 1928 Spain, but that’s no excuse. I hope they get some time and interest next season to introduce the state of other races in that era. 

The show made a pretty good job with the topics it wanted to address, introducing complex and strong characters mixed with light humor and intricate storylines, addressing different forms of sexist opression, and keeping the mystery. It misses some intersectionalism, specially more education about LGTB stuff and some introduction to POC on those times. I hope we don’t find ourselves with another danish girl.

anonymous asked:

OMG .. the nerve that some fans have is ridiculous .. I get being angry that it was renewed .. I don't know how I feel yet .. but CSers (mostly JMo stans) taking out all their anger on Colin just coz he decided to stay & is happy that he still has a job & a chance to play a character he still loves! Seriously just stop .. now he is no longer a good actor that also played a part in creating one of the best tv couples ever, he has been reduced to just being a pretty face.

Yeah I saw the “pretty face” comments and it made my blood boil. This whole time these people stood up for Colin against the BA’s of another ship who called him “just a pretty face” and now I am witnessing fans in my own freaking ship saying the same damn bull shit.

It’s truly unacceptable.

Colin is an amazing actor, I have watched every thing he’s ever acted in, I admire him as a person as well as an actor. I know how much he LOVES playing Hook. He truly has the best time. And I KNOW he is just as sad, if not more sad as we are about Jen and even GOSH leaving the show. But he loves his job, and he has a family to support. Not to mention the fact he may very very well still be in a binding contract to ONCE and have no way to leave anyway.

To stoop SO low as to say all Colin is now is a “pretty face” and thats not enough to make you stay? Listen to what you’re saying. I get you’re hurt, SO AM I! I am distraught and I have been since Monday. MY BLOG IS CAPTAIN SWAN SOURCE. It’s about the ship! Not just Emma! Not just Hook! THE COUPLE! 

But I STARTED this show in Season One. Because I am a Disney nerd. That’s my backbone. And then Colin came along and Jen and him created this amazing chemistry that was Captain Swan. And I could never look back.

I don’t believe they are going to destroy Captain Swan. I really don’t. They put so much time into building them up. They can clearly see by ALL their social media posts that Captain Swan IS the show! But Jen left. ABC couldn’t offer enough for it to make it worth it for her to stay. I always kinda knew Jen would be the first to consider leaving out of her and Colin. She’s so driven and you can tell she gets bored easy. She likes to challenge herself and she’s a natural go getter. I don’t blame her for leaving. But I am still heart broken.

But I am blown away, totally blown away by the things I am seeing my own fellow shipmates say directly to Colin. It’s so distasteful. And I am ashamed.

Do I wanna watch a s7 without Captain Swan? No. I don’t. But will I because I myself am choosing to support Colin? Yes. I will. Does that mean I think EVERYONE should do the same as me!? Hell no, you do you boo.

But do. fucking. not. diminish Colin O’Donoghue to just a “pretty face”. Get out.