also @ that last anon maybe u missed the qualifier that message had of “whatever form it takes.” i swear my standards have become so goddamn low if rey and kylo both make eye contact and experience character development having to do with each other it’s as good as canon to me lol
A silly comparison of Ninian and Aqua/Azura in FE Heroes:
They’re pretty much the same with the right setup. As Ninian has dragon effectiveness on her as a detriment.
Aqua has the Sapphire Lance which has the built in Triangle Adept
+/-20% which is in the A slot. Which means Aqua can inherit a distant
counter from Hector.
Ninian can get the +/-20% from a 4 star Roy in her A slot while getting the distant counter from the dragon weapon.
Aqua has a +1 advantage in might if comparing Lightning Breath+ and
Sapphire Lance+, in base stats, and lack of dragon effectiveness.
Strictly gameplay, Aqua has her beat.
Either can inherit skills.
And from my choice with Glacies (since both are water related, and has ties to Nimue/Ninianne, the lady of the lake), Aqua has 31 Res, Ninian 30 Res on +Res nature. So that is pretty much equal damage boost there.
Strictly asthetic-wise, Ninian beats her by:
Ninian has never been touched by self-insert avatar doujins.
About the Kallura hug scene: I also think Keith was sympathizing with Allura. It's kind of a silly comparison, but Keith reacts very differently to Lance's disdain for him than Allura's. Allura's hatred(?) for him genuinely bothers him, I think bc he understands where it comes from. He often uses anger as a cover for other emotions, but with Allura he can't, bc how can he when she's lost so much?
THIS IS A GREAT POINT, I DIDN’T THINK OF THAT.
Like, in other situations, Keith doesn’t seem to care if people don’t like him. He sort of shrugs it off, no big deal. He’s very independent anyway. But with Allura? Oh boy.
Keith knows Allura’s hatred is something she’s clinging to because of what the Galra have done. In fact, Allura’s world is rather black and white, at this point: To her, the Alteans are good, the Galra are bad, and that’s the only thing that makes sense to her anymore, after she’s lost her father and 10,000 years have slipped by. And Keith is so genuinely bothered because he knows this. He’s already so shaken up by the discovery concerning his bloodline, and now he has to lose Allura’s trust. And, like you said, he can’t just be mad at her to defend himself, because he can see how painful this is for her.
I don’t think this is a silly comparison at all! It shows SO MUCH about Keith’s nature and how he deals with conflict. Thank you so much for bringing this up!
Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.
Author’s Notes: Christmas Part 2! <3. Just this one last little piece of fluff and then…….well… just enjoy the fluff, okay? I hope you all enjoy it! Tags are at the bottom!
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“There you are!” Tony shouted as we exited the elevator.
“Did you have a nice walk of shame?” he added amusingly. All the others were
turned around and staring at us from the common room. I could feel the heat
rise and my face flush from embarrassment.
“Back in a minute!” I shouted as I grabbed Bucky’s hand and
dragged him behind me down the hallway to my room.
“Um doll what are you…”
“Shhh… I want to give you your Christmas present,” I added
hastily. I now understood why Bucky insisted on giving mine to me when it was
just us – Tony had a way of mortifying me with the slightest of ease. I opened
my door clumsily and pulled him in behind me before securing the door – I
didn’t want Tony to bust in. My gift felt silly in comparison to his, but I regained
my composure and handed him the package I had safely tucked the album away in.
He sat on my bed with a look of amusement and began to tear off the wrapping
paper. When he opened the box he ran his hand over the leather and his branded
“It’s beautiful,” he responded.
“Well go ahead and open it…” I urged him. He looked at me
mildly confused as he fished the album out of the box and opened it. His facial
expression melted into a smile once he realized what his gift actually was. He
looked up at me from the album with tears in his eyes. If it was possible to be
both sad and happy at the same time – it seemed like he was doing it. “Flip to
the last page,” I commanded. He did so and paused, touching the picture that
was held on that page affectionately.
“I remember this night,” he said softly as he smiled at the
page. “It was shortly after you arrived here… I had gotten back from a mission
– a really rough one. All I wanted to do was lock myself in my room and you
refused to let me. We stayed up all night talking until you fell asleep on the
couch with your head on my shoulder,” he paused from his revelry for a moment
and looked at me. “You know… that was the first night I knew there was something
different about you… maybe it’s the first night I realized there was something
different about me. It was the first time this place felt like home,” his voice
cracked as he held his hand on the picture. Steve had taken it the following
morning. We were both asleep on the couch – my head resting on Bucky’s shoulder
and his head resting on top of mine. “What’s this?” he asked softly as he
thumbed at an envelope that I had secured to the back of the last page.
I batted his hand away with a ‘don’t touch it now’ look on
my face. “This is something special. You can’t open it now. If I’m ever gone
and you need me – open this. Don’t do it before then!” I warned.
“Yes ma’am,” he said dutifully as he sat the album on the
bed. “You know… this is the best gift that anyone has ever given me,” he added
softly as he turned to me and inched his way closer. “This means…. Well it
means so much…” he continued with a soft chuckle. “Thank you.” He kissed me
softly as he tucked my hair behind my ear. I smiled as he pulled away. “What?”
he asked with a grin.
“I don’t remember a time where I’ve ever felt this happy,” I
“Me either,” he added and planted a kiss on my forehead.
Suddenly there was pounding on the other side of the door.
“Didn’t you get it all out of your systems last night?! Keep your clothes on
for a few hours! The rest of us are wanting to celebrate this thing called
Christmas. Ever heard of it?” Tony’s voice rang out impatiently.
Bucky rolled his eyes and laughed. “Coming Stark.” He smiled at me as he stood and offered me his
hand which I accepted. We walked down the hallway to a roar of cheers.
Food and presents were covering just about every horizontal
space in the room. Bucky and I made our plates before sitting snugly by the
“So you’re that quick Barnes,” Tony feigned disappointment
while shaking his head. I chuckled to myself as I ducked down to cover my
Bucky scoffed and wrapped his free arm around me. “Not even
Tony laughed and then began
pestering Sam, who immediately rolled his eyes and sighed, “Not again,” under
As the day wore on we drank, ate, and opened presents. The
most hilarious gifts were given by Tony and Sam – this year they had tried to
one-up each other to hysterical proportions. Sam had given Steve giant footie pajamas with
mini falcons on them – complete with wings and slippers that yelled out ‘kaw
kaw motherfucker’ in Sam’s voice every time they touched the ground. While Tony
had given Steve a parrot that he had trained to say outrageously sexual phrases
every few minutes. As they were arguing on who had bought Steve the best
gift I felt Bucky squeeze my hand. Slowly he scooted down on the floor and laid
his head in my lap. I affectionately ran my fingers through his hair and he
sighed with content before closing his eyes.
“Ahem – I’m sorry if we are disturbing you two,” Tony called
from across the room. I looked up to see everyone staring at us. I blushed and
“Everyone disturbs you, Stark,” Bucky groaned as he got to
his feet. He leaned down and offered me his hand with a smile, “I think it’s
about time for me to go to bed, but I would like to spend some time with Y/N if
that’s okay, dad.” He shot a side eye in Tony’s direction with a sarcastic grin
as he helped me to my feet.
“Oh by all means – spend some time together,” Tony replied. He
emphasized the words time together with air quotes. We told everyone good night
and made our way out of the common room. “Oh Y/N – I do need to talk to you
about Collin Henry at some point,” Tony called after me.
“Collin Henry… who is he?” I asked as Bucky continued to
drag me out of the room.
“Oh no one really… just the kid who you punched at the gala.
We can discuss it later,” Tony added nonchalantly. Before I could get another
word in we were walking down the hallway.
Bucky sighed as he laid on my bed and gathered me into his
arms. “Listen doll – I have to leave out in a few hours,” he said sadly. I
opened my mouth to protest, but he continued. “I’m sorry – I wanted us to be
able to spend Christmas together. I should be back in a couple of days –
definitely before the New Year,” he added. I couldn’t help but notice that he
suddenly looked very weary.
“Will you not tell me?” I whispered as I sat up to look at
him. He swallowed hard as he looked away. “I can tell something is bothering
you. Every time you have to leave… you’re different…”
He set his jaw stubbornly. “Y/N, how many times do I have to
tell you that I don’t want to talk about it? I can’t tell you,” he replied
“Okay,” I whispered feeling defeated. He grabbed my hand and
“It will just be for a few days, doll. I promise. I’m sorry
– I don’t mean to sound harsh,” he said softly. “Listen, I don’t want to argue.
I just want to spend the rest of Christmas with you…” he added as he nuzzled
his head into my neck. He wrapped his arms around me and brought my head to his
chest. I wanted desperately to stay awake, but I found myself growing exhausted.
Bucky sighed and whispered, “Merry Christmas, doll. I’m so glad I have you.” He
began to hum “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” under his breath as I slowly drifted
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That's so true. And also, 1d as a comparison seems silly because most of their singles didn't do that great and they had #1 albums but their numbers always dropped drastically after the first week. So sustained sales was not really there but no one can say they weren't hugely successful because there are so many factors at play. I think he's going to be hugely successful but he's going to keep growing as an artist and I think he's going to be incredibly influential, which is even more important
1D had major major major solid fan base backing, but very sparse support from the general public. So basically it was like, all the fans bought their stuff right when it dropped, and then it free fell down the charts after that because the gp wasn’t really buying it. I like that with Harry’s career now, he’s slowly but surely winning over the general public’s support, as well as keeping his core fan base happy. I think it’ll work very well for him
♧ : favourite word from the english language translated in your language
Aahhh, that’s a difficult one… I’m so bad with favourites xD Hmm, I’m not sure if it’s my favourite word ever, but I always was fond of “eerie” :D It just sounds like the mood it’s describing xD
Translation: “gruselig”. Which sounds rather silly in comparison xD
✓ : funniest word in your language
Oh boy… hmmm good question, I’m almost certain there are a lot of funny words :D I explained some time ago why I have a problem with the word “Eichel”, due to it’s two different meanings (and yet similar shapes) xD I think ambigious words with several meanings are always quite fun - when you’re internally a 12-year-old like me :D
I know this may sound a bit old to talk about but since I’m talking about it right now, lets begin shall we?
Both Asami Sato & Bruce Wayne have lost both their parents
Though Asami’s father became a vengeful anti-bender terrorist when his wife was murdered.
But then redeemed himself by sacrificing his life for Asami’s safety.
Both own an extremely successful business empires, Future Industries and Wayne Enterprises.
Both are majestic, amazing and admirable hardworking people.
They both can scare the hell out people with their glare.
They both own extremely powerful and sleek vehicles.
They LITERALLY can take of themselves in almost…
ANY combat situations.
And lastly, they have a very close and personal relationship with people with immense power and good morality.
Though the only difference is that Asami and Korra became a loving couple while Batman and Superman are mostly bromance/best friends.
So any of you guys can rant or moan about how this is all a stupid fan’s depiction of two well respected fictional characters, hence I like to say that I don’t really give flying f*ck about it. This is just a personal comparison piece between Asami Sato and Batman, nothing more and nothing less.
There is one last silly thing I want to show you lot before finishing all of this…
Another silly comparison but you know I can make them even sillier.
sadly I didn’t get the right arm quite right, but fuck, I’ve worked enough on the left.
Anyway, do you remember my old comic I keep redrawing, rebooting and mentioning over and over? Eh, this abomination (of a creature design) was some kind of boss…like, the keeper of Order and Chaos of a sub-dimension.
Dean coming out to Cas and Sam as bi, with hints of Destiel?
Wow, this turned out a lot longer than I thought. I’m so
sorry this is late, but here you go, hon! I hope you enjoy it!
Note: I tried, but couldn’t write a scene I was happy with
for Dean coming out to Cas, so I stuck with him coming out to Sam. Sorry about
that! Hope you like it!
When Dean thought about coming out as bisexual, there were
multiple scenarios that came to mind.
At first, they manifested as a coiling burn of the most
horrifying dread in his gut. They were echoes of John’s voice bellowing
wordless obscenities at him, of his father’s hands gripping his wrists and
clawing his blunt nails deep into the tender flesh of Dean’s forearms, of
John’s steel-toed boots that were still caked with dried mud and blood becoming
christened with Dean’s as they dug into his abdomen. They were sinking thoughts
of what his mother would think, of those smiling blue eyes that were frozen in
pictures filling with raw disappointment and shame for the son she had.
They were clear visions of Sammy, his gleaming hazel eyes and
innocent expression flooded over with bewildered confusion and eventual hate,
cowering away from Dean’s embraces and shifting his gaze to avoid his older
brother. Sam calling him a freak, an abomination, pushing him away and
That, out of anything his mind could throw at him, was what
Dean was scared of the most.
As time went on, their father died, they discovered their
destinies and defied them, they encountered new allies and foes alike, they came
face to face with demons and the Devil and angels and literal Death and the
Darkness and God…
When Castiel arrived in his life, when the angel really
planted himself as a permanent presence in his life, Dean was terrified. Breathtaking,
heart-stopping, knees buckling, blood-running-through-flashes-of-hot-and-cold terrified.
Because Dean found himself melting underneath the scorching fires
of blue, his own eyes tracing the fine lines of Castiel’s jaw and cheekbones
and flitting to stare at chapped, pink lips. Because waves of electric synapses
shivered through Dean’s nerves from Castiel’s voice, low and rough with
crackling power that just enraptured Dean.
Because Dean fell for the angel that fell for him, and he
didn’t know what to do.
When Dean first discovered his feelings toward Castiel, he
immediately recoiled with disgust toward himself; Castiel was an angel of the
Lord, the son of freaking God himself, and that should be enough for a direct
one-way ticket to Hell, right? Because it wasn’t enough that Dean was attracted
to men, but to be attracted to a non-human species on top of that?
He repressed everything he felt toward Castiel down, and
that’s what he believed.
Over the years, Dean slowly and gradually allowed himself to
actually see what was in front of
Sam loved him. Sam practically worshiped him growing up, and Sam adored him. That was pure fact that Dean had known since childhood.
Dean finally came to terms with that fact’s clause which clearly stated Sam
would love him no matter what.
Sam’s range of acceptance was astounding in an otherworldly
sense; Dean hadn’t realized it before, or hadn’t truly allowed himself to, but
his little brother was so much more open-minded and embracing of other people
than Dean had given him credit for. The kid had a freaking heart of gold and
diamond and all the other great things of the world, and Sam would take Dean
for who he was and love him no matter what.
Rather than disappearing like he had fought so hard for, his
feelings toward Castiel only grew. Surged up. They swelled and they twisted
around his heart and squeezed tightly until Dean couldn’t breathe, the weight
alleviating only when Castiel’s eyes met his.
He and Castiel had been through so much together, literally
going through Hell and back as commencement to their friendship. Dean had
become a damn demon, bonded to
Darkness and morphed into a figure that angels were supposed to despise, and
Castiel still stuck around, still saved him.
He had to believe that Castiel loved him too, even if it
wasn’t the way Dean wanted him to.
So finally, finally,
Dean began to believe that Sam and Castiel would still love him if (when?) he
came out to them. And Dean desperately wanted to tell them. It just never
seemed like the right time.
So when it did
Well. It didn’t happen in the way Dean expected it to
No drama, no shocked silences, no angry yelling, no
judgement. There wasn’t even any tears. Not that Dean wanted tears, anyway.
In retrospect, what had actually occurred was so painfully
silly in comparison to what Dean had expected.
It was a slow day, no pending cases nor ones eligible for
their line of work. It was nice and quiet for once, and Sam and Dean were
enjoying their rare downtime by relaxing in the Bunker. Castiel had shown up
sometime in the middle of the day and Dean was quick to invite him to settle in
for a beer, the pair of them sitting down at the table in the middle of the war
Sam was sequestered in one of the armchairs near the wall,
typing away at his laptop. Dean just let himself ease into the calming
atmosphere, swirling his beer bottle in front of him as he watched Castiel
absently, humming amusedly when Castiel’s lips pursed at the bitter taste of
There was a sharp inhale by where Sam was.
Brows furrowing curiously, Dean turned to face his brother,
and his heart dropped.
Sam’s eyes were stretched open wide in revelation, his
gaping stare flickering between both Dean and Cas. Suddenly, Sam lurched
forward in his seat, mouth slack in open comprehension as he struggled to form
audible words, his laptop teetering dangerously on his thighs, pointing wildly
at both him and Castiel.
Dean knew exactly what his brother was trying to say, and he
jumped out of his seat and marched over to his brother in a panic.
“Not here, not here, not here,” he hissed, placing the
laptop down on the seat of a separate armchair before hauling Sam up.
“You—! Oh my—“ Sam squawked, still pointing over toward
Castiel as Dean shoved his shoulder into Sam’s chest, pushing him hurriedly
toward the door.
“Not here!” Dean
snapped before glancing quickly over his shoulder toward Castiel, who was
hovering uncertainly over his seat. “Stay there, Cas! We’ll be back!”
“Um, okay,” came the perplexed reply from behind him as Dean
shoved his brother out of the door and down the hall, away from Castiel’s
“Keep quiet,” Dean growled as Sam opened his mouth once
more, choking off any word that threatened to escape Sam’s throat. “In here.”
Clasping his hand around Sam’s shoulder, he whirled his brother around and
pushed him into his bedroom. He quickly followed after Sam’s stumble, closing
the door behind them both. Dean clenched his jaw as Sam whipped back around,
his eyes just as wide and his mouth still slack as he raised his finger to
“You like him!” Sam hissed, his eyes gleaming with glee and looking
as though all of the answers of the universe were suddenly presented to him. “You
Dean thought about denying it. He actually opened his mouth
to, but the words went dry in his throat, and he couldn’t. Dean couldn’t deny
it. Not when it was presented so blatantly to him, and not when it was to Sam.
He just couldn’t.
Huffing out a long and resigned sigh, Dean ducked his head
and rubbed the nape of his neck. From the other side of the room, he could hear
a sharp exhale echo throughout the room.
“Whoa, you actually like him,” Sam breathed. “Wow.”
Dean furrowed his brows and glanced up at the other man.
repeated, a nervous yet hard edge to his voice.
Sam raised his hands defensively. “Dean, I’m not judging or
anything here, I promise,” he said gently. “I just… I just wanted to know what
took you so long to tell me. That’s all.”
Dean’s heart throbbed in his chest. “So… you knew?”
“No,” Sam shook his head. “Not about Cas, and not about…
Well, that you liked guys too. What took you so long to tell me?”
Dean swallowed, pursing his lips together uncomfortably. “I-I
don’t know, Sam. I mean, I guess I just…”
Dean’s eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders dropped with
another sigh. “I just wasn’t ready, okay? Not at first. But I did want to tell
Sam nodded and the corners of his mouth lifted into a tiny
smile. “Okay. Dean, it’s okay. I’m not… I’m not treating you any different, I’d
never do that. You’re my brother.”
The last phrase alone was enough to melt away any lingering
tension off of Dean’s shoulders, the hunter’s eyes pinching together in a hard
blink to ward off the burn. Within his chest, Dean’s heart inflated and grew
hot with overwhelming gratitude and he cleared his throat, reopening his eyes.
“Thanks, Sammy,” he ground out roughly.
Okay, he couldn’t stop the thin film of tears that formed in
his eyes. So sue him.
Sam, thankfully, did not bring this up or draw any attention
to it. Rather, the younger man’s smile widened and he nodded before bringing up
“So… you gonna tell Cas?”
Dean scoffed lightly and shook his head. “About my being bi
or about me liking him?”
“Both?” Sam shrugged.
“I wouldn’t even know how to tell him,” Dean replied
honestly. “I don’t even know if he likes guys.
He’s technically not even a guy, he’s just in a male vessel and that’s – oh crap,
I never thought about that! He’s using some guy as a vessel and – “
“Okay, okay, okay, first of all, calm down,” Sam placated, stepping forward to place grounding hands
to each of Dean’s shoulders, giving the frantic man a small jerk. “Jimmy’s soul
isn’t inside of his body anymore. Cas said himself that Jimmy’s in Heaven. So
Cas is actually Cas now… If that makes any sense. Second of all, it’s like you
said; Cas is technically genderless. Something tells me tells me that his point
of view about this whole thing will remain utterly neutral.”
Sam’s hands slipped up to firmly cup Dean’s jaw when the
older hunter look doubtful.
“I’m disregarding your whole ‘no chick-flick moments’ crap
to tell you that Cas cares about you, and if you let him, I’m sure he’ll like
you the way you want him to,” Sam assured. Slipping his hands from Dean’s face,
Sam stepped back and shrugged. “And who knows? He probably already does.”
Struck dumb, Dean could only stand there and blink at his
“… You could be a shrink. Why did you settle for being a
Sam chuckled. “Jerk.”
Dean smirked, allowing the familiarity of the banter to
bring him back to Earth. “Bitch.”
Sam grinned. Dean huffed and nodded, pressing his lips
together in a tight line. Gone was the dread and the terror swirling in his gut
since he had first suspected he was bisexual, replaced by a surge of fresh
fondness for his little brother and newfound hope for telling Castiel.
“Sammy,” Dean started, shifting his weight anxiously between
his feet, the jittery feeling coming back in light of the request he was about
to give. “You mind, uh, stepping out for a while?”
Dean caught the honest smile on Sam’s face before his
brother smirked mischievously.
“A while, or for the night?”
“You’re such an ass,”
Dean snickered, cupping a hand over his eyes as his face flushed. Sam laughed
heartily for a moment.
“Fine, I’ll step out,” Sam readily agreed once he was able
to speak clearly again.
Dean dropped his hand from his face, and his expression
softened into a genuine smile toward his brother.
“Thank you,” Dean whispered.
Sam smiled in turn. “Yeah, no problem.”
They both knew Dean wasn’t just talking about Sam leaving
for the moment.
Dean sighed and turned towards the door. Armed with the open
support of his brother, the indirect support from Castiel, and the hope for
something good in his life for the first time in a long time, Dean walked back
toward the war room. Back to Castiel.