shot at redemption

🐜 ‘ANT-MAN’ (2015) sentence starters. 🐜

      FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS AND ADJUST TO YOUR LIKING. 🐜 

  • ❛ thanks for picking me up.❜
  • ❛ baskin-robbins always finds out. ❜
  • ❛ it wasn’t a violent crime, it was a cool crime! ❜
  • ❛ you want some waffles? ❜ 
  • ❛ i don’t care. i’m out. ❜ 
  • ❛ i think our first move should be calling the avengers. ❜
  • ❛ i’m trying, okay? i’ve changed. ❜
  • ❛ be the person she already thinks you are. ❜ 
  • ❛ gratitude can be forgiveness. ❜ 
  • ❛ oh man, are we screwed? ❜ 
  • ❛ i didn’t steal anything! i was returning something i stole! ❜ 
  • ❛ you know, you almost had us convinced that you’re gonna change your ways. ❜ 
  • ❛ the moment things get hard, you turn right back to crime. ❜ 
  • ❛ GET ON THE DAMN ANT ❜ 
  • ❛ hey– um, whose pajamas are these?! ❜
  • ❛ i believe everybody deserves a shot at redemption. ❜
  • ❛ my days of breaking into places and stealing shit are done. ❜
  • ❛ i need you to break into a place and steal some shit.  ❜
  • ❛ it’s not about saving OUR world. it’s about saving THEIRS. ❜
  • ❛ damn. that was a good speech. ❜
  • ❛ useless. ❜
  • ❛ you gonna show me how to punch? show me how to punch. ❜
  • ❛ alright, princess, let’s get back to work. ❜
  • ❛ aw, you’re cute! ❜
  • ❛ i’m expendable. ❜
  • ❛ it’s not your fault. she made her choice. ❜
  • ❛ i ruined the moment, didn’t i? i’m gonna make some tea. ❜
  • ❛ YOU SON OF A BITCH ❜
  • ❛ it’s really important to me that captain never finds out about this. ❜
  • ❛ that was completely irresponsible and dangerous! you jeopardized everything! ❜
  • ❛ wait a minute… did you just compliment me? ❜
  • ❛ what did you see in me? …all those years ago, you picked ME. what did you see? ❜
  • ❛ THAT’S SO COOL BRO ❜
  • ❛ hey look– this is gonna get weird, alright? it’s pretty freaky, but it’s safe, there’s no reason to be scared. ❜
  • ❛ oh no, daddy don’t get scared. ❜
  • ❛ we’re all doing this for reasons much bigger than any one of us. i’m just glad you have a SLIGHT chance of MAYBE pulling this off. ❜
  • ❛ i actually went from despising you to almost liking you! ❜
  • ❛ wow– wow. i mean, i saw that punch coming from a mile away but i just figured it’d be all pathetic and weak! ❜
  • ❛ hi, little guy!  ❜
  • ❛ you proud of me yet? ❜
  • ❛ you’re sick and i can help you, just put the gun down! ❜
  • ❛ you picked the wrong side, _____ ! ❜
  • ❛ don’t worry, i’m not going to die here. and neither are you. ❜
  • ❛ hey– we’re the good guys, right? feels kinda weird! ❜
  • ❛ I’M GONNA DISINTEGRATE YOU ❜
  • ❛ you insult me. your very existence is insulting to me! ❜
  • ❛ THAT’S A MESSED-UP LOOKING DOG ❜
  • ❛ there’s a… big hole in the roof. ❜
  • ❛ yeah, i don’t know what you’re doing, grabbing and kissing me like that, i was a little surprised myself, i mean, really? ❜
  • ❛ you’re full of shit, ______ ❜
  • ❛ this is awkward. i mean, what do we even talk about after all of this? ❜
  • ❛ look at that chick, she’s like CRAZY STUPID FINE, you know what i’m sayin’? ❜
  • ❛ it’s about damn time. ❜

Gabriel Agreste is not a good person.

But god if he isn’t one of the most interestingly complex characters in this AU.

Let’s get one thing straight: Gabe is a horrible person. He’s cold, merciless, and when imbued with magic nothing short of murderous. He’s a monster. He deserves years of jail time far sooner than he deserves redemption. But. But. Everything he does, he does because he’s human. He’s grieving in all the wrong ways but he at the heart of it does it from good intentions. 

It’s just that the road to Hell is paved with those very same good intentions of his.

(I think the same things can be said of the canon version of him too, but here it’s a bit more opaque I think.)

Keep reading

I’m interested.

Reblog if you like Blaine as a character while recognizing that he was not a good person by any means. If you’re interested in seeing him try to atone for his past crimes, whether or not he remembers them… because even if he’s a different person now he’s still responsible.

Reblog if you want him to turn his life around and go from a foe to a friend, even though there is so much baggage and bad blood that he’ll need to overcome. Sins he’ll never be able to give sufficient penance for.

If you want to see him be a good person even though it’ll never be enough to redeem him, because nothing can change all the horrors he’s committed. If you want to see him acknowledge that, yet not let it stop him from trying to be a decent person.

Reblog if you think that has the potential to be compelling, even if he doesn’t deserve a shot at redemption. Even though it would be in vain.

Feel free to see it as a riff on Eric from True Blood, whatever.

If you hate him and his face? And want him to go choke and die? Ew no white manpainy angst I have no sympathy for him?

.. that’s cool. That’s your opinion. I respect it. No need to comment on this post, then.

queenmorganlafay  asked:

Hey, I'm sorry, I have another question for you. I was wondering, what's your take on Ross having so much control over the Avengers in cacw? Someone said that it was because they were all American except Wanda, but I don't fully buy that. After all, most of the events were taking place on foreign soil, shouldn't the reps of those countries also have had a say in how they operated, and on the consequences of them breaking the law?

Hi @queenmorganlafay

Don’t apologize. I love questions! I hope you don’t mind a long answer because I have a lot of thoughts on Thaddeus Ross.

My answer is going to be two-fold, the first being what we know as seen in the MCU thus far and what the real-life position of Secretary of State entails, and the second part what I predict they’re trying to set up with Ross given his comics history.

Firstly the position of Secretary of State should have never gone to Ross. And any sympathy I had for Marvel President Ellis left over from Iron Man 3 is now gone entirely because the position of SoS is appointed by the president and you have to wonder, given Ross’ history, what exactly Ellis was thinking in appointing Ross to that position of all people. 

What we know from Incredible Hulk about Thaddeus Ross:

He was running a human experimentation program trying to replicate Erskine’s super soldier serum. 

This project was government funded and military supported. 

Moreover we know that the accident that resulted in Bruce Banner becoming the Hulk was not the first mishap under Ross’ purview. How do we know this? From this bit of dialogue from Incredible Hulk, right here:

General Greller: Are you telling me ANOTHER one of you super soldier experiments has gone haywire?! Is there ANYTHING that came out of that program that didn’t turn into a mess?!

We also know that Ross’ idea of capturing Banner (whom had lost all humanity to Ross - Ross saw Banner as an object. More dialogue from Incredible Hulk… “No, that’s not a ‘good thing’ Major. But I don’t want Banner anyway. GODDAMNIT I WANT WHAT’S INSIDE OF HIM.”) was to create another Hulk-like being, Abomination, who was worse and who proceeded to take out half of Harlem.

So what we have established here: Ross is super invested in creating an army of super powered beings, and when I say super invested, I mean invested to the point of mania. His human experimentation program has had many mishaps, but yet the military and the US government is still somehow funding it. In the movie Incredible Hulk it was Ross’ mania to capture Bruce Banner and further his experimentation that resulted in a Brazilian town being leveled, as well as half of Harlem. Moral of the story, Ross’ has no leg to stand on to lecture anyone on collateral damage.

Since Ellis appointed Ross to Secretary of State, then I’m led to believe that Ellis, too, has some nefarious intentions. Especially as, and this is an important note that not many people discuss, the Raft was fully built and functional by the time the Accords were rolled out. 

I work in a tall office building in La Jolla, San Diego. It took a construction crew almost a year just to redo the lobby of this building. Can you imagine how long it would take to design, then build, a structure like the Raft? One that is submersible and surrounded entirely by ocean?! A project like that would take YEARS. But there it sat, fully operational, ready to imprison super powered beings. Also, were you aware that anything beyond 12 nautical miles from a country’s coast is considered international waters (…in real life anyway. Naturally in the Marvel world the oceans are under the jurisdiction of Namor, a fact of which he likes to remind everybody. Constantly.). Just things that make you go hmmmm.

Anyway, here are the powers that Ross has (that he should have never been given and the fact that he does have them is eyebrow raising) as Secretary of State:

Negotiates, interprets, and terminates treaties and agreements;

Ensures the protection of the U.S. Government to American citizens, property, and interests in foreign countries;

Supervises the administration of U.S. immigration laws abroad;

Provides information to American citizens regarding the political, economic, social, cultural, and humanitarian conditions in foreign countries

Serves as the channel of communication between the Federal Government and the States on the extradition of fugitives to or from foreign countries.

Grants and issues passports to American citizens and exequaturs to foreign consuls in the United States

I’ve bolded the two we saw, with our own eyes, Ross completely abuse in CA:CW. 

Now onto where I feel the MCU might be taking Ross. In comics Ross becomes Red Hulk, he is also a member of an early incarnation of the Thunderbolts, as are two other villains who appeared in CA:CW: Crossbones and Helmut Zemo.

…it is my theory that the Thunderbolts/Masters of Evil are already in the MCU, and have been plotting behind everyone’s back, which would explain a lot of the plot holes that have been thus far unanswered. Things like: Klaw having vibranium in A:AOU (Klaw as a member of the Masters of Evil, the pre-Thuderbolts). Who hired Crossbones to be in Lagos and how he knew the Avengers were going to be sent there (set-up) at the same time that the Wakandan dignitaries were there (I do not believe that Crossbones being there with a bomb at the same time as the Wakandan dignitaries is a coincidence). The real reason the UN was blown up with both T’Chaka and T’Challa present (had T’Challa died, too, both the king and his successor would have been taken out), and why Ross ignored empirical evidence that Bucky had been framed, thus sending Tony to Siberia exactly when Zemo needed him there. All of these things, I feel, can be explained by a Thunderbolt/Masters of Evil underlying plot.

One more thing to support my theory? The main prison in the comic book Civil War was not the Raft, it was Area 42 - the Negative Zone. The Raft, however, has a significant tie to the Thunderbolts. When Steve came back from the ‘dead’ and became Top Cop, he and Luke Cage decided to make the Thunderbolts a legit shot at redemption for former villains (instead of either Zemo’s or Osborn’s incarnations of it, which was anything but), so they went to the Raft to recruit and administer a test, of sorts (to gauge the sincerity of the former villains in their redemption) leaving Luke in charge of the new team.

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“Trust” and “Glitch” explanation

Since i don’t have any intentions on writing this story i explained everything in the simplest way i could. It’s kinda the introduction for all the posterior stories, since it’s the trigger for the AUs to start mixing with each other.

[One shot] “Redemption”

[Fanfic] “Shards”

  1. Long path
  2. Fifty one
  3. Erase
  4. Alive
  5. Scars and kisses
  6. After the nightmare
  7. Proof
  8. You
  9. Mistakes
  10. Golden
  11. Little lies
  12. Listening
  13. When you love two
  14. Hide and seek
  15. Scent
  16. White breaths
  17. Wooden floors
  18. The arrival
  19. Crown
  20. Last trial
  21. Burning
  22. Pure
  23. Broken
  24. Sharing
  25. Empty rooms

[Comic] “Regrets and apologies”

Prologue/idea [x]
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[Fanfic series] “It’s me”

Part 1: “The cat and the snake” (Finished)
Part 2: “The lovers”

[Fanfic] “Puzzle”

Series of extras for “Shards”

  1. Extra 1: “The clock”
  2. Extra 2: “Sour”
  3. Extra 3: “Steam”
  4. Extra 4: “Link”
  5. Extra 5: “Him”
  6. Final extra: “Taste”
  7. Comic extra:  P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7 | P8 | P9 | P10 | P11/end

[Comic] “Void”

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[Comic] “Howl”

You may notice some differences if you’ve read the comic before. I made it less explicit in the first scene, since this blog is mostly suggestive-sfw now.

First pic - P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P9-10 - P11 - P12 - P13-14 - End 

[Comic] “Don’t open them”

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[Kind-of-a-comic] “The deal”

I really haven’t write anything about this but i do have a short sequence of pics explaining the story briefly.

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[Comic] “Even if it’s just one time”

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Prompt: class 77 wakes up and their reactions

A/N I finally wrote this. I don’t know why it took me so long when I just wrote Afterlife Theater on the spot (probably because I’m bitter that Nanami’s the only one dead)

here’s the sequel/reconcilation

Beyond This Point - the sdr2 kids wake up

“The only thing beyond this point is a bright and shining future!”

Brightness. That was the first thing that greeted them when they first woke up from the deepest slumber that lasted for weeks. Or perhaps greeted may not be the right word to describe it. At the final trial, while they were all in the throes of despair, a ray of hope pierced through the darkness. A hope bright enough to outshine the darkness of despair. It was with that brightness that they all decided to vote for the future. And they carried that brightness with them even as they woke up.

But brightness does not exist by itself. Just as there is light, there are also shadows looming over. The hope they had within them was the brightest but at the same time, they carried the darkest of despairs. They were former SHSL Despairs. All of them were. They woke up painfully aware of this fact. A year filled with horrendous acts, all of which done by none other than themselves, all of those memories had suddenly burst forth inside their heads.

They had only been victims of a mutual killing game for the past weeks and now they rediscovered that they themselves were perpetrators of despair.

Whether it was the five of them or the rest of the fifteen of them, they all suffered through the shock of their own sins. It was especially harder for the original five survivors who first woke up. They had just barely accepted the facts during the final trial but to be faced with them with no hope of ever denying this horrendous truth, they had to bear with it and carry on.

Because amidst the despair was hope and not all memories were horrible.

They remembered. They remembered all of the events that happened in the “game”. They remembered how they bonded and trusted each other. They remembered the very few and fleeting moments wherein they were just genuinely happy and enjoying each other’s company. They remembered far more. They remembered their days at Hope’s Peak Academy. They remembered how innocent they were and how much fun they used to have. They remembered how a certain someone had brought hope into their lives.

They remembered Chiaki Nanami. Both of them.

They remembered and they also lived. Unlike her, they were given a second chance to live and even a shot at redemption. And they’d be damned if they don’t honor her sacrifices.

The first one to wake up was not Hinata. In fact, he was the last one to regain consciousness. There was a logical explanation for this and he struggled to hold on to the fleeting dream that he chased after.

“I’m happy… and also proud…” Everything was fading fast and that included Nanami who seemed less solid with every passing second. And yet despite this, her smile was still bright and unfaltering. Hopeful. “Good job on making it this far… Thank you… for protecting everyone…”

“But I didn’t do anything! I couldn’t even protect you!” Hinata shouted as his voice choked on a sob. He tried to reach for her but his hands never quite reached her for some strange reason. It was just that she was within sight but out of reach. And soon, she’d be out of existence. More tears prickled his eyes as he desperately yelled, “I could have saved you but I didn’t!”

“That’s because I… don’t need saving.” She calmly replied with a gentle tone. “From the very beginning… my existence was born to save you and not the other way around…” She gently placed a hand over her chest and smiled softly. “But I’m happy… because you still tried… You’ve already done so much… and that’s more than enough for me… thank you…”

“But that’s not enough! You deserve better!” He objected with all his might. Maybe if he just yelled with all his emotions, she’d be able to stay with him. He knew it was futile though. Just seeing her lose her tangible form was terrifying him because he could practically see her existence being wiped out right in front of him. “Don’t go! Not yet! I… still don’t know what to do! We still need you! I need you!”

“It’s okay… you don’t need to worry… everyone’s with you…” She smiled at him one last time and it was her brightest and warmest yet. She waved him goodbye. “Even… me…”

When Hinata woke up, he was Kamukura and there were tears in his eyes and a hairclip was clenched tightly in one hand.

He blinked the tears away and once his vision cleared, so did everything else. There was no lag time between his awakening and his regaining of his memories. There was no need for an inner turmoil on his part despite waking up with two personalities. He was the helpless Hinata and he was also the emotionless Kamukura at the same time. And somewhere in there was the Hinata of the game who found the courage and strength, and hope to carry on.

He didn’t have time to dwell on the past because he was too busy working on their future. The future they fought and won for.

Five was not a number that he was satisfied with and so he worked out a way to get it up to fifteen. If there was any order as to who woke up first, then it wasn’t intentional. The first one who woke up was Twogami who informed them that he had full memories even if he was skeptical of some of them. Not long after was Teruteru who woke up more terrified than the former. They figured out a pattern from there and welcomed Koizumi when she woke up confused and afraid.

Pekoyama woke up to Kuzuryuu crying over her.

Her gaze immediately softened at the sight of him. “I’ve returned, young master.” She said with a smile she didn’t know she was wearing.

“Idiot. I know you fucking remember! So stop with this master bullshit!” Kuzuryuu scolded her but despite its harshness, it sounded endearing in her ears. “You’re a fucking person and dammit, I’m your friend!” He bawled over when he saw her take in a sharp breath. “And goddammit, don’t ever do anything that stupid again or I swear I’ll kill you!”

She felt the air knock right out of her lungs when he lunged forward and held her in an embrace. It was odd how she was the one who died but he was clinging on to her as if his life depended on it. She let herself cry over the fragile action. Tools don’t cry when they break but she was not a tool. She was a person, a person who was broken far too many times and so for the first time in a long while she allows herself to break in a different way. She broke down. And together, they’d pick up the pieces after.

When Saionji woke up, Koizumi was there to soothe her anguished screams.

“It’s over. It’s alright now. Sshh.” Koizumi whispered in her ear as she held her. Her voice sounded strained from holding back her sobs but the warmth seeped through as Saionji almost melted in her arms. “I’m here now.” And although Saionji cried out like a kid, there was no shame in that, only hurt. She cried and cried until she could only whimper, and then it was Koizumi who cried in her place. And when their tears dried, the faintest flickers of a smile shone on their faces.

Ibuki woke up not long after that and followed by a guilt-ridden Mikan.

“I’m s-sorry! I’m s-so sorry!” Mikan wailed as she knelt as soon as she could and her forehead hit the floor with a loud thump. Unlike everyone else who cried out of sorrow mixed with relief, Mikan cried for forgiveness. “Please, f-forgive me!”

“A second life! What sorcery is this?!” Ibuki had a more energetic reaction upon waking up. She took it all in stride despite the worry that etched her features. “Tsumiki mouse! Enough with the drama bomb. Let’s just reload our save file and be besties again! Ibuki lost an extra life no biggie and Hiyo-yo is fine too, see!” Mikan wanted to protest against that but it was hard to do just that when she was overwhelmed by three girls hugging her. She stopped crying for forgiveness and then just started simply crying. She cried harder when everyone else chipped in to comfort her.

Nidai was the only one who woke up grinning.

“Hahaha! It looks like all worked out well! Good job, everyone!” He laughed, so full of life and the rest couldn’t help but be infected by his good vibes.

“Uwaaah! Old man! You’re finally back!” Owari cried as she tackled him to the ground just as soon as he sat up. “I missed your kickass ass so much! Waaah!” She practically bawled all over him as she held him in a lock. Her arms unconsciously gripped around him tighter at the feeling of warm flesh unlike his cold metallic body from before.

“Excellent grip! It’s good to see you so full of energy!” He praised her as he laughed again, the sound bounced off the walls with much zeal. They don’t dwell much in tears and not even half an hour later, they’re already out in a bout. Unlike everyone else, they talked through their fists and so they poured their feelings into their first match since they woke up. It was a long overdue fight and they fought with the promise of more to come.

Everyone had expected Gundam to have a long-winded speech for when he rose from the dead.

However, before she could even utter a single word, he was fighting for breath first since Sonia had him pinned in his pod. “Oh, Tanaka! You have finally returned to us! I missed you so much! Thank the gods for bringing you back!” She breathed as she squeezed the breath right out of him.

“M-My lady! Nggh… She-cat! Release me… my Dark Queen!” He grunted out his words and it took an audible gasp for Sonia to come to her senses and ease her hold. She had quite the surprising grip despite her misleading appearance. Once he was able to catch his breath again, he smiled triumphantly. “We meet again, dear mortals! I, Tanaka the Forbidden One, have descended into the fiery pits of hell and rose from it again to rule this mortal realm! Bask in the glory of the ressurection of your king who not even death could hold back!”

Sonia barked a laugh as she wiped away her tears at his usual display. It was a tremendous comfort to hear his actual boisterous voice and the deep rumble of his trademark chuckle with her ears rather than with her mind. It was just like him to leave with a dramatic exit and to return with just as much grandeur. She clutched onto his scarf and her heart drummed an extra beat when she felt the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was so full of life now as he tried to live up to his image.

With much tenderness, he reached a hand forward and cupped her face. She leaned towards his touch without hesitation. She couldn’t tell if it was her heart or his which was beating faster and louder. His voice was lowered until a certain softness could be heard in it as he murmured, “I applaud your tenacity, oh queen of darkness. You have fought well and lived accordingly to the will of causality. It gives me joy to see your fighting spirit bursting in flames.”

She cried harder at this and the tears just soaked through his bandages. When she felt the soothing rub of his thumb on her cheek, she was practically bawling over. His other arm snaked to her back where he patted her comfortingly. Sonia vaguely remembered when she sobbed over his trial and when she first woke up but he didn’t. Both were painful memories for her. But this was not painful, at least not in the same sense. This time she cried and she could feel the pain subside with every sob and hiccup. He was too tough to show his tears aside from the scarce few that trickled his cheeks but that’s alright. Yes, it would be alright, they would be alright.

She could feel the rumble in his throat, a sign that he was about to say something, but he was interrupted first. “Alright, alright. He’s alive. We get it. Join the rest of the ressurected club.” Souda said flippantly as he crouched next to his pod. Despite the tone of his voice, tears shone in his eyes and the smile on his face was genuine. “Welcome back, you pretentious bastard.”

“Ah, so the pathetic mortal lives.” Gundam quipped with a smirk.

“Pathetic?” Souda looked absolutely taken aback by the unexpected insult. And so he immediately fell back into old habits. “Dude, look who’s talking! Seriously, you talk like a kid with 8th grade syndrome even though we’re past high school! If anyone’s pathetic here it’s you and your demonic crap!”

“What is a god to an ignorant non-believer? Still all powerful and less benevolent that is. I would choose my words carefully if I were you, foolish mortal.” Gundam retorted haughtily. Souda looked like he was about to burst and Sonia laughed at their usual banter. This was safe and familiar. This was how they used to be. This was how they were supposed to be. This was how they knew that they were going to be alright.

Finally, Komaeda was the last one to wake up.

“Hey! Can you hear me?”

When Komaeda woke up, the first thing that registered his vision was a pair of mismatched eyes staring. “Ahh… Izuru Kamukura?” He asked tentatively. But when his vision cleared somewhat, the blurriness revealed a familiar face. “No, you’re Hajime Hinata, right?”

“They’re both me.” He said as he offered a hand.

“I knew you’d make it to the lowest stratum. I believed in you.” Komaeda replied with a heartfelt smile as he accepted the helping hand.  "How are the others?“

He smiled and as if on cue the doors opened behind him to reveal the rest of their classmates. “You’re the last one out.”

Brightness. That was what he thought when he saw all of his friends right before him. They were all shards of hope shining brightly and overtaking his vision. They were hope bright enough to outshine the darkness of despair. It was with that same brightness that they all decided to vote for the future. No, maybe not exactly the same. They seemed brighter now, radiant even. It was a brilliant brightness full of hope towards the future.

Komaeda couldn’t have been more grateful than to be a part of this hope. He smiled brightly as reunited with them. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I overslept a bit.” They welcomed him back just as brightly in their own unique ways.

And as the whole class set off towards the future, they still carried with them their past.

In the back of their minds, buried not so deep, were precious memories of her. And if they listened closely with their heart, they could still hear her voice encouraging as always. “I’ll never forget about you guys… I’ll be cheering for you guys from now on… from somewhere. ‘Cause… we’re friends, after all.”

They move on. They move forward. They move without looking back because everything they need is already with them, beside them. Beyond this point was the future they worked hard on, her in particular. She’s still with them just unseen with eyes. She’s with them in spirit. And with everyone together and whole again, they take the first step towards the future.

“If you guys carried the burden of both hope and despair, you should even be able to create the future! Come on, let’s go. We’ll make our future together!”

Smile, my sweet Reylos

I started shipping Reylo on December 31st 2015. We’ve come a long way since then and have endured so much, but I think we shouldn’t lose sight of the most important thing: this ship is special because it can be enjoyed on so many levels. You want romance? Boom. Done. You want Reylo to be powerful trustworthy forcebonded allies? Awesome. Do it! You want them to be constantly bickering frenemies who love-hate each other into oblivion? Make it so! Our enjoyment of this ship doesn’t need to rely on canon endgame romance. The mysterious dynamic sold itself to me so long ago, I’m pretty much happy just seeing them in the same frames together to be quite honest.


Will I hope for the best but come prepared for the worst?
•Yup

Am I 100% sold on future romantic Reylo?
• No

Do I think it’s at all *possible*?
• Of course… these are professional writers and I have faith in their ability to make romantic Reylo believable if that’s the direction they have decided to take

Am I 100% sold on the forthcoming “interesting relationship” that is canon Reylo–whatever that relationship may be?
• Fuck to the yes


Just a friendly reminder, fam… it doesn’t have to be romantic to be an epic, interesting, and memorable relationship. There doesn’t have to be a kissing scene or marriage or babies–these two have a weird spiritual bond thing going on and to me that in itself is more interesting than a straight up romance. I’ve reconciled all hopes and dreams of a happy Reylo ending with reality and am keeping an open mind because either way I’ve so enjoyed spending time with my Reylo family for the last 16 months, reading epic meta after epic meta, eating up gorgeous fanart, laughing til we cried, and imagining enough headcanons to fill a journal Bible-thick.

Daisy was right, whatever happens in the end it’s the talking about it that matters, enjoying our experiences and making new friends and reveling in our love for these characters. First and foremost I’ve always been a “Save Ben Solo” girl and a “Kylo finally choosing to do the right thing at the right time” redemptionist… I don’t have to have romantic Reylo for that. Kylo meeting Rey has already made Kylo’s arc seem… hopeful. Rey setting the higher bar and the better example makes me think Kylo has a shot at redemption, or at least he’ll be a willing participant in Snoke’s defeat. I’m up for anything as long as the story is good and Leia’s only child has an ending that doesn’t make my heart explode.

I’m to the point where seeing just one genuine smile from Ben Solo–free from pain, free from Snoke, seeing his mother one last time–could literally be all I need from Kylo in this trilogy. I think his compassion for Rey could very easily turn into love, but Rey needn’t reciprocate. Enduring all the Kylo haters, all the nasty antis, all the shit I’ve gotten for being interested in the Reylo dynamic… what they don’t understand is that in the end I just don’t want endless tragedy for my Skywalker family. No, I don’t *need* a Reylo ending. I don’t expect a Reylo ending. But if Luke is the last living Skywalker at the end of Episode IX, that’s just not triumphant enough for me–a Star Wars fan for over 20 years. But Reylo? That would be a pretty damn triumphant ending :D

The 100 Time Travel and Fix-It Fic Masterlist

So, I decided to compile all the fics I know are time travel fics, and post-3x07 (or general S3) fix-it fics:

Time/Dimension Travel

Post-3x07 (or general S3) Fix-It

My Ask and Submits are open; please go ahead and send me any links you have and I’ll happily update this masterlist.

anonymous asked:

Everybody keeps calling them unhealty. (What does it mean?) ive seen so many couples coodepedent, verbally abusing, staying in a relasionship not to be alone, they are not in love but they care about each other, they cheat and forgive. The lie and forgive. I mean its not surealism. But in terms of the soap itself every couple n character in there are messed up, toxic and abusive arent they?

Well to be honest I think Aaron and Robert do have a very unhealthy relationship if we’re judging them as real people, but you are right that this is soap and that it’s a bit different in that medium. Soap is all about the drama so you do get these huge storylines which wouldn’t happen in real life and make things messy. I mean just to start with, they covered up a death together, which isn’t exactly a solid starting point for any relationship! Most couples don’t actually have to deal with a hurdle like that! And then the writers decided to turn Robert full-on villain and then redeem him again. In real life if someone has been a ‘villain’ it’s not so easy to just start again with them and put aside what they’ve done, but because it’s soap, he gets shot, changes, and had a redemption storyline. As a viewer of soap, we accept this. But like I said, if they were real people it wouldn’t be that simple. Soaps take everything and ramp it up to the most dramatic it can possibly be. I think most of us watching understand that, and it’s why we don’t permanently hate every character in the show! Because most of them have done something terrible at one point. I mean Aaron, who is a fan favourite (and my absolute favourite and son), has done some dreadful things in his past. Just off the top of my head I can think of the warehouse robbery with Ross where he knocked out a completely innocent man that worked there so they wouldn’t get caught. And the fact he attacked Kasim is also HUGE. Or it would be in real life. But again, it’s British soap. We accept it. Realistically most soap characters should probably be in prison by now. 

This is why, although I entirely understand people who hate Robert, I don’t subscribe to that way of thinking myself. If he was real, then yes. But he’s a (sometimes) soap villain in the midst of an attempted redemption arc. Viewing him as you would a real person just doesn’t work. It doesn’t work for most soap characters. That’s why British soap is so unique and why I like it so much. It takes you to extremes, but at the same time tries to deal with the emotional fall-out in a semi-realistic way. It’s fascinating as a medium. 

This is part of why I still like them as a couple. Because yes, if you take them as they are and look at them like they are real people, it’s sooooo toxic. And the history there is enough to make you want to get them away from each other. Aaron has a terrible temper and so many unresolved issues, Robert is a master manipulator with a frankly shocking history. They don’t communicate properly (most of the time, although it’s looking better recently) and the stakes are always super high. BUT when you look at it within the context of British soap, it’s true that it’s hard to find any character, let alone a couple, which doesn’t have similar problems. Look at Cain and Moria, for example, which is a big fan favourite. If they were real people, I doubt they’d be rooted for as a couple, but viewers understand that it is soap and so they have a lot of support. There are people out there who like Debbie and Ross together (I hate it, personally. I’m all about Debbie and Rebecca), but Ross has literally shot a man in cold blood. It was a pre-meditated hit for cash. In real life would you want anyone to date him? Noooooo. You would want him in prison. But in soap, again, it’s different. (The same goes for the other big British soaps as well. I can think of so many examples of couples which would be regarded as toxic and even abusive if read in a real-world context.)

Rooting for relationships in soap is different from most mediums, because it’s more about the chemistry and emotional connection than anything healthy. Because it can get so ridiculous and fantastical (one day they’ll write a comedy ep, next it’s a whodunnit), it’s more about that connection between characters and who works well on screen together. It’s about who compels you and you want to see sharing scenes. This is why I think Robron are so popular. It’s not (as many would say) because people believe they are healthy and the perfect blueprint for a happy couple. It’s because they provide huge drama while somehow managing to maintain that connection and a very realistic sense of loving each other. That’s hard to achieve in soap, but somehow they’ve done it. Through all the dramatic storylines there’s been this constant, believable affection between the characters. It’s like they’re tied to each other. So despite the weirdness around them, you put them in a scene together where it’s just the two of them, and suddenly you have realism, because it feels like watching a real couple. I’ve honestly not seen anything like it in soap before and I have no idea how they’ve managed to create something like that in the medium of British soap. 

Part of the appeal of Robron for me is that they are two very damaged people. They both have BPD (imo, as someone who has that myself). They are capable or bringing out the absolute best and the hellish worst in each other. You never know if they’ll make it or not either, even though you want them to, because the mixture of their personalities could make them perfect together or a toxic mess. As a team they are unstoppable. Apart they are broken. And these are two huge Emmerdale characters with history (especially Robert). They’ve not been written for each other. It doesn’t feel forced. They just click. Those two established personalities provide some of the best interaction and chemistry in soap. Emmerdale struck so lucky there. I genuinely think it was an accident as well. They accidentally stumbled upon gold with their characters and actors, and they don’t even know what to do with it sometimes (hence the strange writing decisions which happen from time to time). Because they’re trying to fit a couple worthy of Wuthering Heights or some other huge, messy, dramatic, gothic romance, into a soap format. 

When I say they’re unhealthy I mean that if they were real, I would encourage them to stay away from each other. But because they exist in soap, I see past it. I agree with those who say the relationship is toxic by non-soap standards. They are absolutely right. But this is soap. This is the medium they exist in (which is often unfortunate). I think we have to accept that things will be extra dramatic and extra terrible but also extra brilliant as the storyline requires. If you want to see healthy couples in realistic domestic situations, then I’d say British soap isn’t the best place to look for that. (Unfortunately).  

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We're the Ones Who Live: Richonne One Shots Chapter 2: Redemption, a Walking Dead fanfic | FanFiction
This story is courtesy of cuckoo91, who asked for a story exploring Rick's insecurity in 7A. Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you all enjoy!

A teaser of Chapter Two:

Rick’s back was beginning to hurt from the hardwood beneath them. It was ridiculous that after months sleeping on forest floors and in dilapidated nooks and crannies, he could not get comfortable atop a pile of blankets.

He was getting soft.

The thought settled in his mind, seeping out of his subconscious and nesting in the forefront. Since the turn of the world, it had been the thing he feared most, the accusation that caused self-loathing. Shane had thought he was soft, and Carol. Perhaps it had crossed the mind of everyone he considered family now. And Lori—

Beside him, Michonne stirred. Rick chanced a glance at her over his shoulder. He was treated to the sight of her back, fully turned to him. He looked away quickly, directing his eyes to the ceiling. Negan had taken everything: Glenn and Abraham, their supplies, their beds, their guns, their food. Miraculously, his family was still there. Angry, grieving and worst of all, disappointed in him. But they were alive.

And that was what mattered most to Rick.

Carl made no secret of his dissention, glaring behind his bandage, storming around the house as though he was trying to bang holes into the ground. He was very much like his mother at times, a stark reminder of what life used to be. Lori’s expressions were nestled within their son, appearing with laser-like precision. Carl might never understand why Rick had chosen this, chosen to fall in line with a bat-wielding psychopath. Nevertheless, he would stay safe, as long as Rick kept an eye on him.

Michonne though, she was another matter. She’d once told him that she was still with him, even amid one of his breakdowns. True to her word, she was still there, lying next to him. Lori had slept next to him as well, years in the same bed, trying not to touch one another with almost studious focus. Rick brought his eyes to Michonne again, her deep brown skin glowing in the soft light of the sunrise just beyond their window, begging to be touched. His hand flexed, frantic for the contact. She sighed in her sleep, shifting beneath the covers. Rick swallowed thickly, rolling away from her and closing his eyes. He feigned sleep when she awoke a few minutes later, crawling out of their pathetic excuse for a bed without so much as a kiss.

They spent the morning in silence while Carl moped, outwardly hostile towards his father’s plans. Rick wanted her to come on this run, to stay by his side. She had already declined. He was afraid to ask her again.

Aaron charitably excused himself as Carl groused. Rick ignored his son, too tired to fight him again. Michonne followed quietly behind him, her expression unreadable. Rick turned to her, swallowing thickly.

“If you change your mind, we’re headed north,” he passed her a walkie talkie, hoping against his better judgement that she would agree.

“Good luck,” she accepted the device, nodding, her eyes trained on the floor of their home.

Rick nodded, trying to ignore the clenching in his chest. He mirrored her, nodding. “Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” Swiftly, he moved in to kiss her cheek.

Her hand was quicker, catching his face against one of her palms, pushing his head back firmly. Rick felt a wave of nausea, a profound sense of panic. She was denying him. He forced his eyes upward to look at her, expecting to see disgust written all over her face.

Instead, she looked at him purposefully, almost reverently, her dark gaze pulling him deeper as she reached for him, cupping his face between both palms. Slowly, sweetly, she leaned in, pulling him down towards her until her lips brushed his own. He kissed back tentatively for a moment, unsure whether this was some new trick. She angled her head, raising to her tip toes in order to get closer. Rick’s body responded on instinct, pushing past the doubt until he had her folded in his grasp.

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remyratio  asked:

Have you noticed that Lena swiped the white chess set? 👀 Almost like the black chess represent the bad Luthors and the white chess set represent a good Luthor (aka Lena)

I did notice that actually. Since the scene in Luthors, I always argued that Lena most likely sees the white pieces, specifically, the White Knight as a symbolic representation of herself/the light side. She sees it as a representation of what she strives to be in her life.

However, during the scene with Lillian, after she knocks over the pieces, it is clear that Lena has indeed been doubting herself and seeking validation that she can be better than those that came before her. She is aware of her role in the invasion and she is furious about it. She showcases anger and regret and most likely hates that she helped cause something so horrible, leading to the death of so many innocent people – the same people that she has felt a sense of duty to repay for the sins of her family. 

At this point I feel like Lena probably fears that every bit of good she has done or was trying to do has been for nothing because it is overwritten by this grave mistake. So she feels, how can she possibly be the White Knight if she can’t help anyone or be part of the good that she wishes to see.

One thing that I also noticed though. Look what is still standing:

See it? Let’s zoom in and slow down a bit.

The White Knight.

Whether or not this was intentional, we will never know, but it was just something I saw. 

After Lillian picks up the pieces, figuratively and literally, I suppose, she presents Lena with an opportunity. This scene was so much more than Lena finally feeling that Lillian will accept and validate her. Because deep down, she knows Lillian. She may be more tolerant due to Rhea’s betrayal and Lillian’s words. But she is also aware that Lillian’s offer is laced with something else, just as it always is. So now, she sees an opportunity to right this horrible wrong. 

It is not about saving the world for glory or notoriety, or acceptance from Lillian, or even being recognized as the better Luthor. It is about saving the world that she indirectly and accidentally helped put in peril. Another chance to be that good force. A shot at redemption and to help save the city. Which is the reason she came in the first place. Her White Knight’s purpose.

The Most Visible Chain: Shinigami, Punishment, and Eyeglasses

We understand that all the shinigami are being punished for not cherishing the lives they had. In an odd sense, their realm is almost like a prison - but the door has been left open and they’re free to go into and out of the living world. Exactly what restrictions apply is uncertain, but they do have the capability to travel between the two realms. This sets up an interesting scenario because sticking with their punishment relies on them and their desire to find their own redemption. In fact, Ronald Knox immediately noticed Undertaker wasn’t wearing his glasses and asked if he was one of those ‘deserters.’ The way that he says this, make it look like it’s not an uncommon thing.

It would make sense that you’d have those that desert since it’s like an open prison. Here we have individuals who are being punished for some unspecified amount of time - forced to deal with death constantly and continue an existence when most had wanted things to end. The living world is within their grasp and they see it daily. It must be very tempting to just run off and try to carve out some happiness, so I would think that Undertaker is far from the first or the last to desert. In fact, it leads to the question why so many stick with being shinigami for as long as they do. Is it just the shot of redemption or is it something more? While considering this, I found myself wondering what the true difference between a deserter and a shinigami acting as a rogue. Ronald and Undertaker both point out the similarities between Grell and Undertaker, but Grell was never considered a deserter. The first assumption is this is because she continued working as a shinigami during her time of acting as part of Jack the Ripper and she continued to reside in her realm. Yet, there’s another key difference between Grell and Undertaker.

Glasses.

This is precisely how Ronald first identified Undertaker as a deserter. It’s also interesting if you look at the second musicial. When Alan decides to run off with Eric, they both leave their glasses. It’s a beautiful, symbolic scene, but the practical side of me couldn’t help but think it was foolish. The chances were high that they would run into other shinigami or Sebastian again and ensuring you’d be half blind when you did so doesn’t make a lot of sense. Shouldn’t just running away be enough?

The glasses are their shackles. This is what keeps them bound to their realm and to their punishment, and there’s fear in losing those glasses. Notice Ronald when he lost his glasses. He panicked. This isn’t just because he has trouble seeing, but this was like him losing 'sight’ of his own redemption.

What’s interesting is that the shinigami who do give up their glasses don’t seem to have that much trouble after some time. Undertaker brags, and teases Ronald for being 'green' for relying on his eyes. Perhaps this is because he’s had years of practice, but the same cannot be said for Alan and Eric. They do face Sebastian again, and their eyesight doesn’t seem to hinder them all that much. Eric isn’t just swinging wildly at Sebastian.

The glasses are so much more than just a means to help them see. These are the chains trying them to their punishment as well as their means to escape. William was right. They need to take good care of their glasses.

anonymous asked:

How should someone write from the POV of a criminal (character didn't become one intentionally) that will eventually get redemption by the end of the book?

Hi!

I think you’d write them as you would a regular character according to their personality, but with aspects such as:

• A lot of guilt, shame, regret, and self hate

• Nightmares of what they’ve done

• Disgust at other criminals before realizing they’re just like them

• Fear of getting caught, but also a slight want because then at least they won’t have to do bad things anymore

• Pushing away ‘good’ people because they think they don’t deserve them

• Pushing away everyone they care about so their loved ones don’t get involved in their mess

• Taking up religion because they need the concept of forgiveness to keep going

• Fading hope for light at the end of the tunnel. They wonder why keep living at all if they have to live like this. They grasp desperately at any shot at redemption, at getting out of the criminal life style, no matter how illogical or small

• Even upon getting redemption, they still feel as it doesn’t make up for their past crimes, so their low self esteem is an on going thing. They continuously do good deeds, donate, volunteer, etc, but it still never makes them feel completely pure again.

Bad Time?

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Pairing: Kai x Reader

Summary: Kai crashes your wedding.


Night had fallen, the guest were starting to arrive and last minute finishing touches were being made to your make-up as well as hair. Today was the big day, one you never dreamed would ever come. But staring in the mirror, it was now just around the corner.

It took a lot to get here, a lot of apologizes and mending bridges to get Elena and the rest of the gang to forgive you for all the terrible things you did while siding with Kai. Apart of you did love him, but power ended up consuming his emotions. So when Bonnie trapped him in another prison world, it had been a blessing in disguise.

Caroline had come in to inform you everyone was ready and waiting for you to make the grand entrance. Telling her you’d be down in a minute you wanted to savor this moment. However it was short lived when a few screams were heard.
Rushing out of the room, you ran across the grass towards the barn.

Everything suddenly became a nightmare when Kai appeared before you, “Bad time?”. He asked.

“Kai? Oh my god, what happened to you?”

“Well when you get screwed over to spend eternity locked away in a prison world, you naturally vow do whatever it takes to escape. Once I did that and came back to this world, imagine my surprise to find out the girl I shared a deep connection with is getting married. So you know, all of that sorta starts taking a toll and to no surprise gave me the push to do what I do best - which is spiral out of control”. He explained, but your focus was on his blood stained suit.

No-one else was around, but you had a feeling that either most of them were unconscious or worse. “What did you do, Kai?!”. Asking forcefully as tears pricked your eyes.

He smirked and stepped closer, “I’m so glad you asked”. He replied with a glint in his eye. His voice lowered in volume and became dark. “You see the way I look at it, you and I were a great team Y/N. But I was sent away, you clearly fell in love with another man, who by the way isn’t as good looking as me to tell you the truth-”.

You could feel anger rising, “Get to the point!”. Shouting at him, which didn’t seem to phase Kai.

“I want us to be a team again, the way we once were. I mean wasn’t that fun? I really miss watching you scare the living hell out of people with your powers, it was so entertaining to watch. Anyway, we can’t be a team if your married so I might of taken the so called groom out of the picture”. He shrugged, clearly ruining your chance at happiness wasn’t a big deal to him.

The windows on the cars parked around the both of you started to shake. Kai looked around and plastered a huge on his face. “Now this is what I’m talking about. It feels good doesn’t it? The energy running through your body, the power in your veins. Although is it wrong that I’m slightly turned on right now?”.

Tensing your jaw, you focused on Kai. “Go to hell”. Sending him flying through the air with the wave of your hand, he coughed a few times but otherwise appeared fine.

Standing up, Kai rushed on over to you and slammed your back against a car door.

“I was in hell, my own personal version of it at least. And to be honest wasn’t much of a fan. Do you want to know how I got out? It was because of my desire to see you, I came back for you”.

Concentrating once more the bones in Kai’s arm cracked. He groaned and stumbled back. “Come near me again and I will end you”.

Walking away broke the spell, leaving Kai still on the ground recovering.

Slowly opening the barn door, there was your fiance, lifeless and cold. Collapsing in a pool of tears, this was supposed to be your fresh start. He was your chance at happiness, a shot at redemption for all the pain you inflicted while running around with Kai.

But now that was all gone…it had all been taken away.

Sweet Absolution

Draco Malfoy, the Healer, is confronted with uncomfortable memories when one of his old friends from Hogwarts is admitted into his ward. 

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Even years after the war, his breath caught somewhere in his windpipe and his sheets stuck to his skin as he bolted up from nightmares. It was hard not to remember the blood-splatters that stained the halls he grew up in when patients were wheeled into St. Mungo’s. But those memories were why he did what he did. This was his shot at redemption, but he never expected it to be so heart wrenching. Over time, his mind settled on the fact that he deserved it. After all the pain that he had dealt, he deserved the daily discomfort of the flashbacks. What he didn’t deserve was the satisfaction of redemption. The knowledge that he could do something right by saving people. He didn’t feel he deserved that sweet absolution, but he continued under his own subconscious obligation. 

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ADA Rafael Barba & Reina King

Heeere’s Chapter 2 of the Joint-Fic-Follower-Fiesta!​ :).
You can find Chapter 1 by the amazing @seekret-fanfic ova’ HERE.

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After tallying the Reader’s votes, the overwhelming majority chose: 
A) Expert Witness for our Reina… leeettt’sss gooooooo~


This day was really never going to end, was it?

“You’re kidding me,” Reina squint closer to look at the name she had scrawled so precisely in her personal calendar: 

ADA Barba, 1 Hogan Place, 3PM

The illustrious ADA she had even heard Fin speak so fondly of, aka: her morning roadblock. “I expected you to be…” be nice, Rey, be nice; “taller.”

Great, she was still so funny. “There’s that charm,” Rafael mumbled mostly to himself while taking a look at the brewing coffee. It’d be nice if that pot could hurry up a bit, his patience was waning. “My name is Rafael Barba, though I’m sure Detective Tutola has had plenty to say about me.”

He had, but Reina certainly didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing that. “Well, I’m Reina King,” this couldn’t get any more awkward, so why not give it a shot at redemption- “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Barba.”

Reina… King? Well, alright. A liar too, how lovely. Politely, he held out a hand, but successfully remained distracted by reading over her credentials. “A pleasure,” he repeated blindly; “I appreciate your being willing to share your expertise on the subject at hand…”

Something told her he didn’t quite appreciate her as much as he was hoping to imply. Thankfully for their case, her acceptance to assist was much more for Fin than it was for him. To be honest, she’d almost prefer to give Barba the psyche review just to knock him down off his high horse a bit- but there were more important matters at hand.

“You’re quite welcome,” her voice sounded just as in-genuine as his had, “I’m glad to be of help.”

Rafael took a seat at his desk, and motioned towards the chairs across from him. “I believe you were actually referred by Detective Tutola,” of course she was, he went to straightening his tie while awaiting her response.

Eagerly, she nodded to confirm his suspicion; “Yes, he gave me a very brief run down of the situation you’re struggling to handle-”

His nose crunched; “I’m not struggling.”

It took every ounce of professionalism she possessed to not roll her eyes. “Allow me to rephrase; a brief run down of the situation you’re working to get ahead of.”

Oh, she was rephrasing now? “Our case is actually quite concrete, and I’d appreciate your psychological review of our suspect’s supposed defense much more than a legal opinion…”

Well, that took her aback. For a moment, her gaze narrowed to a squint, and Rafael sincerely thought she could see right through him. What was she thinking, doing? Why did psychologists have that knack for making people feel so uncomfortable?

After a couple seconds of this awkward stare down, Reina’s features softened and she crossed her legs at the ankles. It was quite clear to her that his bravado was getting the best of him, or there was possibly an issue more annoying than her presence he was struggling through. Sometimes you had to give a little to receive anything at all; apparently it was time for her to give.

“From my understanding,” she wouldn’t bicker any longer- it was wasting minutes and only requiring more time out of her schedule. “Your main question is in regards to if Post Traumatic Stress Disorder could be successfully used as an insanity defense?” 

"To a degree,” it felt cheap talking to her while she wasn’t looking at him; instead, her eyes were far too busy skimming through the paperwork she had helped herself to off his desk. “But to further our brief email correspondence, I’d also like to know whether or not our suspect is actually afflicted with PTSD debilitating enough to excuse his actions.” Hopefully, it wouldn’t be debilitating, and if Barba had his way- there wouldn’t be any Post Traumatic anything going on. “In your opinion, of course.”

“I’ve only been given very brief information about your suspect, Mr. Barba, but; I wouldn’t consider someone to be afflicted with PTSD to be insane,“ she mumbled this opinion. "Possibly not of their right mind, but insane tends to have quite a negative connotation…” Reina glanced up, to make sure he was listening, his skeptical glare was good enough. “I mean, shortly after Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was introduced into DSM-111 back in the 80s, it has been successfully used as a defense-”

“I’m quite aware of case law, Ms. King.”

The interruption was met with a blank stare and pursed lips. “But,” the final sound was emphasized, obvious enough to showcase her annoyance, “most of it’s success before the reform of insanity statutes were with war veterans, not previous victims of non-war related disputes.”

While trying hard to ignore the sneaking feeling of shame, he jot down her useful statement in a notepad. “In your professional opinion,” Rafael spoke meekly, behind fingertips curled over his mouth, “Do you believe the defense could effectively use PTSD in this instance to dismiss the suspect’s crimes?

“I wouldn’t be comfortable coming to such a personalized conclusion without a further chance to study the files for the individual in question-”

“Thought you were supposed to be an expert, Ms. King?” He flinched, that came out before he had really even known what he was saying. This was not his day; “My train of thought is, if you don’t find someone with this affliction to be insane then perhaps you could assist in predicting how the defense would fare in court when considering-”

“Thought you were quite aware of case law, Mr. Barba?”

At that, Rafael pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing there was a solid chance his headache would grow more dangerous to his sensibilities if he had to bother with her much longer. “Would you like a cup of coffee, Ms. King?” Even if she was annoying, albeit useful, he could at least offer her some.

“Mhmmm,” Reina perked a brow, deciding to pry- “You sure you need any more?”

“I absolutely do-”

“You look like you have a headache,” she pinched her nose just as he had earlier, to prove it hadn’t slipped by. Nothing slipped by her, though- she grew up overly observant, it was easier to predict behaviors if you pay attention to subtle cues. “Have you ever looked into caffeine addiction?”

“Wouldn’t that simply lead to a larger need for caffeine, if the lack has caused a headache?”

“I mean, that’s what someone addicted to caffeine would say-”

What the Hell did Fin see in this woman? Sure, she was lovely; but that attitude was one that would grind on anyone’s nerves after awhile. “I like caffeine, you like arguing, and-” after pouring two cups, he made his way back towards her, making a rather theatrical point of taking a hefty chug of his own share of coffee while sassily holding her stare. 

He was ADA Rafael Barba, not some summer associate scrambling through a work day on a hangover, if he wanted a fourth(or fifth, sixth, who’s counting?) fresh cup of coffee while interviewing an expert witness, he would help his damn self- and he could really do without the dimestore shrink in the peanut gallery…

Shit. Bad move. Fresh coffee is hot.

His face went red at the feel of his throat burning once coming into contact with his scalding sip. Reina pulled her lips in between her teeth, trying her absolute best not to laugh at his obvious, painful failure. That’s what you get for being in a rush. “Thank you,” she whispered airily, and blew the steam off her drink while refusing to break eye contact with the reeling Rafael. “I might let mine cool down a bit before-”

“Yea,” he managed through a cough. “I get it…”

She decided not to comment on the self-inflicted burn; “Even if he does qualify under the diagnosis of PTSD, it’s rather rare as of late for it to be accepted as a head on defense unless he’s been through something strikingly abnormal and relevant. There’s a much better chance of this being considered a mitigating circumstance in lieu of a defense.” Reina sat down the paperwork and finally went back to her coffee, smartly giving it another breath of cool air before taking a very modest sip. “Which I’m sure you’re already well aware of, of course…”

She was turning out to be much more handy than Barba would prefer to admit. “Would you be willing to discuss the matter with our suspect?”

Reina’s confident demeanor wilted. That hadn’t been part of the plan. “I don’t typically see criminals, Mr. Barba.” Their emails had suggested she would be testifying on her knowledge of the disorder in general, not taking on another psychiatrist’s job- didn’t they have people for that?

He had to bite his tongue to resist taunting her; was she scared? “If you’d be willing, it would likely assist our case,” Rafael leaned forward, hoping perhaps his persuasion could work; “or, break it. Both of which I’d be interested to know before trial.”

Sure, that would make things easier for him, but why did she have to get so involved? “Would I be able to be accompanied by someone during this interview?” Or was putting her in a room with a suspected murderer possibly suffering from PTSD his way of getting her out of his well-coiffed hair? “I’m familiar enough with the disorder to know those suffering have a possibility of getting… hostile under interrogation.”

“Would you require accompaniment?” The question fell flat, and only earned him an annoyed stare- apparently she didn’t like repeating herself. “I could join in on the discussion if you’d be willing to testify on the prosecution’s behalf,” and so he could get a better idea of how to handle him once they get the bastard on the stand. “Or, if you’d feel more comfortable and it wouldn’t prove distracting- you could have your Detective Tutola join you.”

Her Tutola? Distracting? Whatever; if this Barba has proven anything to her as of yet- it was that he ran purely on assumptions, caffeine, and a vague air of arrogance… but this ‘initial meeting’ had convoluted into quite a conundrum… 

Further- did she really want to put herself in a position of needing to work so closely with this suave ADA? Even more dangerous, he didn’t strike her as the kind to give up easily, did she really want to be on the receiving end of his coercion tactics?

“May I think about it?” 

“Could we still discuss the topic more if you say ‘no’?”


Reader input time! Her hesitancy is rather obvious; 

A) Reina agrees to meet with the suspect, accompanied by Barba.
B) Reina agrees to meet with the suspect, accompanied by Tutola.
C) Reina would prefer to not get involved with the suspect.
D) Let @seekret-fanfic decide.

~ Look to her for a time frame re: voting! :)