shes so mean ok

i think it’s clear that lotor’s generals weren’t actually that invested in him and his plans by the fact that they saw narti as betraying HIM not THEM

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i can never really it trust when someone that good-looking is into me. do you know what i mean? i just don’t get it. like, if they’re mediocre-looking, i can sort of appreciate why their standards are so low. when they’re that pretty, i’m just like, what are you hiding? you know?

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Did you arrest him because of what I said? Only in part. But it helped? Yeah.

Beg For It

Lafayette jumped at the knock on the door. It was three in the morning for fuck’s sake. 

Lafayette opened the door, surprised to see Hercules. The two had been tiptoeing around each other ever since Lafayette found out and they fought. Lafayette had the mercy not to kick him out of his own apartment, but Hercules had been spending most of the day out and then would come home and sleep in the living room with John and Alex. Alex was angry with Hercules as well, fully taking Lafayette’s side. John was neutral, angry at Hercules as well, but his loyalty to his friend kept him merciful.

“What do you want?” Lafayette asked, swallowing what was either anger, tears, or both. 

Hercules didn’t answer at first. “I wanted to talk.”

Lafayette sighed, “Hercules, I don’t have the energy to fight with you right now.”

“I don’t want to fight.” Hercules reasoned, “I’m tired of us avoiding each other and the situation. Just hear me out, please. Can I please come in?”

“Sure,” Lafayette relented, opening the door wider for Hercules.

Lafayette sat on his bed, not offering for Hercules to do the same. He didn’t.

 Hercules expected Lafayette to say something. He waited for Lafayette to say something. He didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” Hercules began. “I’ll start with that. I know saying sorry doesn’t help. At all. But I do want you to know I regret it.”

“Why did you do it?” Lafayette hissed. “Am I not enough for you? Was she able to give you something I couldn’t provide?” Despite Lafayette promising himself he wouldn’t cry, he was already starting to. Lafayette was always emotional, he hated how vulnerable it made him.

Hercules shook his head. “I honestly don’t know why I did what I did. You’re more than enough for me Lafayette, you always have been. I never understood what I did to deserve you, I obviously don’t.” He laughed bitterly, “I could blame it on alcohol, on her, on any number of things. But in the end, it was only me, making a stupid decision.”

“Then why are you here? Why did you want to talk to me?” Lafayette asked, his voice wavering.

“I want to know what you want. I’m not asking you to forgive me, I don’t expect you to. Not now, not ever. But I can’t handle this. Us avoiding each other, ignoring each other. I can’t handle the silence and I can’t handle the uncertainty. Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’ll leave, I’ll never speak to you again if that’s what you want. Just tell me what you want.” Hercules pleaded.

Lafayette hesitated. He didn’t know what he wanted. Did he want Hercules gone? He was angry, yes, but when he imagined a life without Hercules…

He stood, meeting Hercules’ eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.” Lafayette caught the exact moment as Hercules’ eyes flashed with hope but quickly died out right after. “I want to forgive you, I really do. I’m just not sure how.”

Hercules nodded, “I know what I did was horrible. But I would do anything to get you to forgive me.” Lafayette said nothing. “What do I have to do? Beg for it?” Hercules asked, sarcasm lightly dancing in his words. Lafayette almost said yes, he almost wanted to see Hercules beg for Lafayette’s forgiveness and love, but Lafayette wasn’t that cruel. Besides, it would have been a miracle to see Hercules, the stubborn, hot-headed giant Lafayette had grown to love, on his knees and begging.

Lafayette’s eyes widened when Hercules did just that.

Hercules got onto his knees, taking Lafayette’s hands in his. Lafayette didn’t pull away, too shocked by what he was seeing. Begging during sex was one thing, this was something entirely different. Hercules was surrendering his dignity to Lafayette. His pride. Hercules wouldn’t do this for anyone else.

“I’m sorry Lafayette, I really am. I love you, more than I love anyone else. You’re everything to me, Lafayette. I would do anything just to keep you in my life. You don’t have to forgive me now, you don’t ever have to forgive me. But you need to know that I do love you, and I never wanted to hurt you.” Hercules had a single tear running down his cheek, which shook Lafayette greater than anything else that happened since Hercules walked in.

Hercules never cried. Never. Lafayette had never seen him cry. “Hercules…” Lafayette trailed off. He didn’t know what else to do. He got on his own knees, hugging Hercules tightly.

“D-Do—” Hercules began.

“No,” Lafayette cut him off. “Not yet. I don’t forgive you yet. I need time.” Lafayette admitted. “But I can start.”

Hercules pulled back, smiling a little. Lafayette was smiling a little too. “That’s all I wanted.” Hercules sighed. “You know, I love you.”

Lafayette nodded. “I know.”

Written by Hamildabbing

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OK BUT THIS IS SO GOOD like pearl has absolutely no idea and jaspers just  internally LOSING IT

Yeri: It was you, right?

Mark:*looks away, pretending he didn’t saw, then sudden killer eye contact*

Haechan: *looking super innocent* It wasn’t meee!!!!

[10]

HEY REMEMBER HOW I POINTED OUT EARLIER THAT WE HAD TECHNICALLY MET ALL THE CHARACTER RELATED REQUIREMENTS AND CLAMP DIDN’T NEED TO ADD ANYTHING FURTHER?

AND THEN THEY DID ANYWAY?

AND NOW THEY’RE DOING IT AGAIN. 

WITH SAKURA AND TOMOYO CLUTCHING THEIR HANDS TOGETHER AND STARING INTO EACH OTHER’S EYES WHILE PROMISING TO SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN. 

AND TOMOYO STRAIGHT UP SAYING THAT SHE WILL INVENT CROSS-DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL TO MAKE IT HAPPEN. 

GUYS. 

G U Y S. 

WE HAVE REACHED M A X I M U M G A Y. 

normally, i’d be at home, bending jocelyn’s ear, but… she’s away in london for ages - a big trial.

LEMME JUST ANALYSE THIS IN UNNECESSARY DETAIL………

- first of all, jocelyn is still alive, phew

- THEY’RE STILL TOGETHER!!

- LIVING TOGETHER!!

- maggie says it so nonchalantly to paul that i’m assuming their relationship is common knowledge in the town

- jocelyn didn’t give up after losing the trial last series, she got back on the horse and is getting gigs in LONDON again. BIG gigs. you go, girl!!

- also, gathering from the fact that she’s working in london, her macular degeneration is not too bad yet??

- ‘normally’. so maggie totally goes home and rants to jocelyn about stuff, amazing

- maggie sitting on a bench in the churchyard instead of going home to an empty house

the FEELS have returned and i have welcomed them with open arms

Around the time Laura came out I was busy sifting through a bunch of repression and emotional issues, and I can confidently say that I probably wouldn’t have come out (or even fully realized) as trans as soon as I did if not for her. I remember coming across that rolling stone article and that feeling of “oh I’ve heard of against me, I’ve liked what music of theirs that I’ve heard, why am I crying? Why do I relate to do much of what she’s saying?” Then over the course of the next few months I started realizing and remembering things, like never liking my deadname and always wishing my name was unisex, thinking I was a lesbian for a while because “gay” felt more right than anything despite knowing I wasn’t a lesbian (and the vast amounts of confusion and emotional distress that caused), asking my mom who Chaz Bono was cause he was in some ad and the guilt I felt when she told me he was trans with that tone of voice, that one time in pre-k when my friend and I decided we were gonna be guys from then on cause fuck no we’re not girls. I can confidently say that I probably would still think I’m cis if it weren’t for Laura Jane Grace.

And yesterday happened. Yesterday I sat outside a theater for hours counting the pride flag patches and pins on the people joining us (52). Yesterday I was pressed up against a barricade with a group of other trans men as we laughed and cried and yelled along to songs about us finally getting to be who we are. Yesterday I actually had hope again for the first time in a long time, once again thanks to a helpful boost from LJG

I like the idea of pidge in elementary school… cute little girl with little pigtails who skips around while being a genius a couple grades up and she always wears headphones while she works.

One day a kid next to her is like “hey what are you always listening to?” And pidge just being like oh yeah hey listen!! She hands over the headphones and then it just being blasted dubstep with increased bass. The kid just kinda slowly gives the headphones back and turns to their work while pidge puts them back on and just nods her head side to side with a smile, finishing her assignment