so-here-is-what-happened

So Here's what happened

I started laying D&D a little while ago and during my second session our party: 2 warriors, 1 bard, 1 sorcerer, 1 rogue and a barbarian agree to take this cursed coffin that held a Lich spirit inside down into an ancient crypt. Turns out there was a large labyrinth beneath the graveyard and the walls were made of doppelgängers. One of the warriors gets taken and is pulled up to the ceiling and is surrounded by doppelgängers that take on her appearance.

Rogue: I want to climb up and get her down from the ceiling.

DM: Role for perception and athletics.

(Roles an 18 and a 23)

DM: Okay, you easily scale the wall of doppelgängers and successfully grab the real one. Now both of you are stuck to the ceiling.

Female Warrior: I want to try to break free.

DM: Strength check.

(Roles 27!)

DM: You successfully break free from their grasp and the two of you are now falling.

Male warrior (Me): I would like to try to catch them.

DM: role a strength and athletics for each of them.

(For the rogue I roll a 16 and a 17.)

DM: Okay you manage to grab the rogue’s cloak and pull him up on the wall of the labyrinth. Take two damage. What about the warrior?

Me: 14 and a natural 1!

DM: (Face palms and lets out a groan) You successfully grab the warrior as she’s falling but the weight of her heavy plated armor is too much for you and rips your arm from it’s socket.

Me: WHAT!?

DM: However the rogue that just lit a torch cauterizes it.

Shenanigans continue on until the party meets up again. Rogue and sorcerer are trying to lift the heavy stone coffin that has the lich’s soul.

Sorcerer: Can someone give me a hand with this?

Me: I throw my arm at him and say: “Just be sure to give it back when you’re done with it.”

(DM Stares at me)

We continue through the crypt as we avoid several traps and ambushes by the undead.

Rogue: Is the reward even worth it?

Female warrior: This quest is gonna cost us an arm and a leg.

Me: I’m already halfway there.

DM: Why? Why are you like this?

I want a Rogue One alternate ending where, right after Jyn and Cassian die you hear a record scratch and the picture freezes and K-2SO clunks into the picture and says “According to my calculations, that’s how it should have ended. It is, in fact, the best possible scenario. However, it seems that when The Force is in use any attempts at statistical analysis becomes irrelevant. So here is what really happened…” And then the film rewinds back to before anyone died and shows how all of them managed to survive instead. The End. :P

so me and @itsybittle were discussing this and our conversation inevitably made its way to check please, so here is what would happen with the smh boys

anyway chowder and nursey are messing around in the kitchen and joking about knighting each other, but they don’t have a sword (although I wouldn’t put it past them tbh) so they decide a knife is the closest substitute, but they need to make it longer for full effect - and then there’s some kind of princess diaries debate moment while they try to find an appropriate object - and because it’s the haus they end up taping the knife to a hockey stick because health and safety who? anyway dex comes in kind of irritated to see what all the noise is about just at the wrong moment and nursey being a clumsy mess as usual swings the hockey stick to knight chowder but misses and slices dex’s cheek instead - needless to say, dex is less than pleased, so when bitty comes back to the haus, arms laden with grocery shopping all ready to put on some beyonce and bake a nice pie, he arrives to find his kitchen descending into chaos - dex and nursey slapfighting and yelling while chowder is curled up in a ball crying and bitty just stands there, still holding the shopping, staring at the carnage before him in horror

So like.  Parents can come to Hogwarts to see their kids play Quiddich, right? (shut up if it’s not and just roll with me here.)

So what happens when Muggle parents get invited?

Could you imagine tho?

Like, after the initial “holy shit look at this magic stuff” they’d be like INTO IT.

THEY’D GET THE MAGICAL PARENTS INTO IT TOO.

THEY’D MAKE SHIRTS.

AGGRESSIVELY WEARING YELLOW EVERYWHERE THEY GO.

BEGGING THEIR CHILD FOR INFORMATION SO THEY CAN UNDERSTAND THE GAME BETTER.

SCREAMING AT THE REFS

LIKE

On the Brink - Chapter 7

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Mild swearing. A little bit of angst. 

Author’s Note: I got a little carried away with this one. Special thanks to @dekahg for the idea for this chapter. Enjoy!

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Originally posted by lucifersagents

A week later, the big SUV rolled into a small Alaskan town just over the border. You were going stir crazy having been in the vehicle for 8 days now and wanted nothing more than to never see the inside of a car again. You jumped out before the wheels stopped turning and walked a few paces away. You studied the small, rundown motel you all were going to be staying at while you hunted the alpha werewolf. You had stayed in some shoddy places before, but you thought this really took the cake. You vaguely wondered if it was vacant and if you were going to be squatting there before you saw the one light on in the dingy office. It shined dully in the dark night.

Mick stepped up next to you and smiled. You smiled back at him. True to his word, Mick had been the perfect gentleman on your second date. And on your third and fourth one as well. You were genuinely having fun with the British man. He was a nice break from the hustle and bustle of everything else.

“Some help would be nice.” Dean’s gruff voice cut through the night.

You turned to see him and Ketch grabbing some bags out of the SUV’s trunk. Sam was trudging towards the office and Lucifer was just leaning against the vehicle, looking off into the distance. You sighed and went to help your brother.

The archangel hadn’t changed his mind at all in the week since he said he was done with you. He wouldn’t speak to you or even look in your direction. It was like you didn’t exist to him and it was starting to get under your skin. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but you knew that didn’t really matter. Angels were hard to figure out at the best of times, and Lucifer was especially complicated. If he wanted to be done with you, so be it. You had better things to do than worry about a moody archangel.

The research began as soon as all the bags were moved into the rooms. The whole group was gathered in the room you were sharing with Sam and Dean (they wouldn’t pay for you to have your own room - dicks), and everyone had their laptops out, or were looking through books.

You were sitting on your bed, a book opened on your lap while Mick reclined next to you with his laptop. Even so often while he was thinking, he would absent-mindedly rub your leg or your arm. You didn’t think he meant anything by it as he just naturally just seemed to be very touchy-feely, but it was driving you crazy, and not in a good way You had a thing about personal space and while you could technically be termed as “dating”, you still didn’t like it. Eventually, after one long moment where his hand had just rested on your leg before he began to type again, you hopped to your feet.

“I need some air,” You stated as four pairs of eyes looked up at you. You noticed Lucifer’s icy gaze was looking out the window, purposefully avoiding you, but you didn’t care. You had to get out of that room.

You stepped out into the chilly Alaskan night and closed the door tightly behind you. The parking lot was deserted except for the SUV and there was no one on the road. The tiny town all seemed to sleeping, which was appropriate considering it was about 2 in the morning. That’s when you realized you were finally alone. A smile broke out on your face. You hadn’t been alone in over a week and it felt so freeing.

Still grinning, you set off down the road, just reveling in the fact that you were finally alone. You walked about a mile down the road before turning off on a trailhead that would run a loop through the forest according to the map on a sign at the turnoff. The trail ran about 3 miles and was very clearly marked, so it was easy going. You figured you had gone about 2 miles down the trail when a chilly breeze began to blow. The forest was dark and silent, so there was no mistaking the voice that spoke out from behind you.

“Now what would a Winchester be doing here?”

You whirled around to see a tall woman standing about fifteen feet away, dressed in business casual attire. Her eyes flashed blue.

“Going for a walk, what’s it look like?” You asked, your tone lazy. “The real question is, what is an angel doing out here?”

She chuckled. “The name is Serus. And I’m hunting, much like you.”

“I very much doubt that you and I are hunting the same thing, Serus.” You said gruffly. “Why don’t you cut the bullshit and tell me what you want.”

She crossed her arms. “Lucifer.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Huh?”

“You heard me.” She scowled. “I want Lucifer.”

“What for?”

“He belongs in the Cage. My brethren and I are going to make sure he goes back there.”

“And what makes you think I know where he is?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Please. We caught one of Crowley’s dogs. We know about the two of you.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know where Lucifer is. You’re barking up the wrong tree here.”

“So what happened after your brothers freed you then? They just let him go?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I didn’t ask, they didn’t tell.”

“Oh how militant of you.” She said, her eyes narrowing. “Too bad. I was planning on letting you go, but now I think I’ll take you hostage. Maybe the brothers Winchester will be willing to trade.”

You shrugged and pulled an angel blade out of your jacket pocket, where you always kept it. “You can try, Serus, but I don’t think it’ll go very well for you.”

She cocked an eyebrow, her own blade sliding out of her sleeve. “Or maybe I’ll just kill you instead.”

Serus took a step towards you and your grip tightened on your blade.

“Or,” A voice rang out. “We could all just get along.”

Serus whirled around and you could see Lucifer standing several feet behind her. The moonlight cut through the trees, giving his hair a silvery glow. The sight of him bathed in the glowing light took your breath away despite the circumstances. He was truly beautiful.

Serus didn’t waste any time. She leapt towards him swiftly and silently, her lips peeled back in a terrible sneer. Lucifer was quicker though, despite not having access to his powers. A second later, he was in between you and Serus, facing the latter.

“Let’s talk about this, Serus.” He said calmly.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” She snarled. “You’re going back where you belong, Deceiver.”

“Nope. I’m not. But I’m giving you the chance to walk away. I suggest you take it.”

She flung herself at him again, her blade flying through the air. Lucifer went to sidestep her again, but this time she was expecting it and changed her angle of attack. You moved without conscious thought, stepping quickly in front of the archangel and shoving him backwards. You brought up your blade in an underhand arc, plunging the tip into her ribcage. At the same time, her blade plunged downwards right under your left shoulder. You screamed as the blade went all the way through and ripped out the other side.

Serus was screaming too, blue light pouring from every orifice as she died. Her vessel dropped to the ground and you dimly recognized the dark shadow of wings spreading out from her back across the ground.

Bitch, you thought.

Your knees buckled and you sank to the ground. The angel blade was burning in your shoulder and you knew that if it had gone any lower, you would have been dead immediately. You grasped the handle protruding from your body, steeled yourself, and yanked. The blade was firmly lodged and didn’t budge, but you almost immediately passed out from the pain. You fell onto your side, feeling your strength starting to fade. You had felt this before, many times, in Crowley’s dungeon. You would be blacking out any second now.

“Y/N!” You heard a frantic cry, but you were fading fast. Your vision began to darken and the last thing you saw before slipping into unconsciousness was a pair of icy blue eyes looking down at you with all the fear in the world.


The first thing you noticed was that your mouth felt like cotton. The second thing was that your head was pounding.

“Water,” You croaked.

You felt a cup being held up to your lips a second later and you drank the cool liquid greedily. Once you had quenched your thirst, you opened your eyes.

You were in a hospital, hooked up to at least a billion different machines. Sam, who had given you the water, sat by your side. The lines in his face were deep and you could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. Dean stood leaning against the wall a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked even worse than Sam.

You smiled at the two of them. “Hey.”

Dean scowled. “What the hell were you doing in the middle of the damn woods, Y/N?”

Sam scowled at him, but you answered.

“Just taking a walk, Dean.” Your voice was raspy, but strong. “That’s all.”

He clenched his jaw and stalked out of the room angrily. Sam watched him go, then looked back at you.

“He’ll be okay.” He said.

“I know.” You gave him a small smile. “He’s just angry because he couldn’t help me.”

Sam took a deep breath. “That, and we just got you back, Y/N. I know we haven’t talked about it much, but we were both really worried about you for that year. We had no idea where you were, we thought you had just run off somewhere to live a normal life. You talked about it sometimes and we thought that’s what had happened. But…then we found out you had been tortured the whole time. And we hadn’t been looking for you. I know you’re going to say that it’s not our fault, but it’s still a weight we carry around every day. You’re our little sister. We’re supposed to protect you and we’ve failed twice now.”

“Sam. I’m a Hunter. Torture and angel blades in the shoulder are occupational hazards that I’ve accepted.”

He gave a small nod. “That doesn’t mean we’ve accepted them for you, Y/N.”

You pushed the button on your bed so that you were sitting up. “You don’t have to,” You said kindly. “It’s my life, you big bozo.”

Sam smiled and some of the cloud over his eyes seemed to dissipate. “I better go check on Dean.”

You watched as he left, then laid your head back on your pillow and closed your eyes. You weren’t sure how long you were out before the change in temperature woke you. The room was suddenly ice cold. You shivered and pulled the flimsy hospital blanket up to your chin. You opened your eyes a crack and saw Lucifer’s form sitting next to you in the chair that Sam had vacated.

“It’s a little cold in here,” You said, your teeth chattering.

He said nothing, but the room heated up quickly. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He sat there hunched over, his hooded gaze on you. It was a little unnerving.

“Um…hi.” You said. He still said nothing, merely stared at you. “Staring is rude, you know.”

His gaze finally dropped and he took a deep breath. He whispered something.

“What?” You asked.

“An inch.” He said, raising his voice. “An inch from your heart. That’s how close the blade was.”

“Ah, well, guess I can say it literally missed it by an inch.” You quipped, trying to hide how much that information shook you.

His gaze snapped back up to you. “You’re making jokes?” He asked in a low voice.

You lifted your good shoulder in a half shrug. “What else can I do?”

“How about not leap in front of a blade that was meant for me?” He shouted, startling you.

“You would rather I let you die?” You asked incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“I had a plan!” He said, leaping to his feet.

“Did your plan include getting stabbed to death with an angel blade?” You shot back angrily. “Because that’s what was going to happen!”

He glared at you, breathing heavily, his hands on his hips. “So you getting stabbed instead was better?”

“Uh, yeah!” You said pointedly. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not dead!”

“But you could have been,” He said, clearly frustrated. “One inch lower-”

“But I’m not.” You said firmly, interrupting him. “And neither are you. That’s a win in my book.”

He clenched his jaw, but sat back down in the chair. All the fight seemed to go out of him in an instant. He leaned against the bed, his arm and hand resting lightly on the mattress.

You studied him for a moment before asking the question you really wanted to know the answer to. “So what were you doing out there? Were you following me?”

“I was just out for a walk.” He said, not looking at you.

“You stalker.” You said, a little playfully. “You think I can’t handle myself?”

He looked at you and cocked an eyebrow. “Apparently not.”

“Pfft I had her handled. Piece of cake. Until you showed up.”

“You were outside alone at night in an area where the alpha werewolf is running around murdering people. You really think I’d let you wander off alone?”

“Aha! So you were following me!”

He sighed. “You’re impossible.”

You merely smiled. You were beginning to feel sleepy again. “I knew you still cared about me.”

He looked startled. “Who said that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please.”

He was silent a moment and you could feel sleep dragging you ever closer.

“You’re right.” He said lowly. “I do still care.”

A funny warmth began to spread through your body, making you giddy and content all at the same time. You didn’t think it had to do with the pain meds they were giving you.

“It’s okay,” You said, peaking at him from the corner of your eye. You couldn’t open them fully anymore. “I still care about you too.”

You moved your hand over to where his was resting and squeezed it lightly. He looked up at you in surprise. You thought you could see something else there too, something that looked like…hope? But that could have been the meds. Either way, you felt his cool hand turn and clasp yours tightly, as if he were afraid you would float away. And in a way, you were floating.

“Don’t leave me again,” You mumbled, hardly aware of what you were saying.

His other hand wrapped around yours and you felt his cool lips touch your fingers. You heard him whisper, “Never.”

And the blackness took you once more.


The next time you opened your eyes, your mind felt clearer. You knew the doctors were beginning to cut back on the meds. Hopefully you would be discharged soon.

Mick sat next to your bed, reading a lore book.

“You shouldn’t really be reading that in public.” You said.

He looked up at you and grinned. “You’re awake.”

“How astute of you.” You said, grinning back.

“Well, darling, my astuteness is what I’m known for.” He stood and leaned over to kiss you. He straightened afterwards and looked down at you. “I was worried about you.”

“I’m a hunter, Mick. This sort of thing comes with the territory.”

He nodded, but still looked a little forlorn.

You smiled up at him. “Think about this way. Now I have to stay back at the motel HQ with you instead of going after the alpha.”

He gave you a small smile. “I’d rather you were whole again, dear.”

“And I will be.” You said. “It’ll just take some time. I’ve had worse than this, believe me.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. Now, when am I being discharged?”

“Doctor said today. If you were feeling up to it.”

“Thank goodness.” You said. “I am more than feeling up to it. Is everyone else back at the motel?”

He nodded, then looked away. You knew something was bothering him.

“Out with it.” You said. “Spill it, Mick.”

He looked at you and sighed. “It’s mad.”

“Just ask.”

He sat back down and looked at you with apprehension. His voice was soft when he spoke. “Why were you and Lucifer out there alone?”

“We weren’t. Well, I mean, we were, but I thought I was alone.”

“So you didn’t plan it then?” You could see he wasn’t being accusatory. You could also see that he was afraid of the answer.

“No,” You said. “I didn’t plan alone time with Lucifer. I went for a walk and he followed me. That’s all.”

Mick gave a small nod. “Okay. Sure, okay.”

You cocked your head, curious. “Why would you think we had planned it?”

“I’m not sure.” He said, shrugging. “It just has seemed to me that you two have some sort of…connection, I suppose, and I was worried about it.”

Maybe he should be worried about it, a small voice inside your head said.

“I’m not going to deny that there’s a connection between us,” You said kindly, ignoring the stupid voice. “We shared the same cell for months. But that’s all it is. Mick, I’m dating you. No one else.”

He didn’t look completely convinced though and you couldn’t blame him. There was something between you and the archangel that you couldn’t identify. The more you wanted to pull away from him, the more you were pushed back towards him. And apparently it was the same for him.

You were discharged from the hospital, your arm in a sling to keep you from moving it, and Mick drove you back to the motel. You walked in to your room to find your brothers, Ketch, and Lucifer all sprawled out around the room. Ketch was sleeping on the couch while your brothers were sleeping on one of the beds. Lucifer was reclined lazily on the other bed and he cracked an eye as you walked in.

“About time.” He said dryly.

“Sorry, the doctors were really busy today,” You said sarcastically. “Something about having other patients.”

His mouth quirked up slightly in the corner and you knew he was happy you were back. You walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Lucifer quickly moved over so that there was more room on the blanket and you leaned back against the pillows gratefully. It was the same as before, in the cell. The cooler air around the archangel seemed to soothe your throbbing shoulder.

“Ahhhh,” You breathed, closing your eyes.

“Can I get you anything, love?” Mick asked. You opened your eyes to see Mick eyeing Lucifer. But the archangel’s gaze was on you.

“No, I’m fine. I just need to rest a bit more.”

“Alright.” Mick sat at the small table in the corner of the room. Its surface was littered with lore books and newspaper clippings. “I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

You snuggled down further into the bed and felt the temperature around Lucifer drop a few more degrees. The throbbing in your shoulder subsided even more and you sighed in relief.

“I’ll be right here too,” Lucifer said lowly, so that only you could hear.

You smiled and drifted off to sleep.

Something Old, Something New

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Steve Rogers x Reader

Something Old, Something New

Prompt: Hi, can you please do a pre-serum steve imagine in were the reader and steve been dating for a while and then steve disapears for a while and returns all strong and big please!!??

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 638

No one, especially not Steven Grant Rogers, thought Steve would ever stand a chance with you. You were gorgeous, talented, intelligent…No matter how he played out the situation in his head, it never ended with you saying yes. And yet, you had. Well, sort of.

In some twisted turn of events, you had actually been the one that asked him out. Needless to say, Steve was a little shocked. He stared at you for the longest time, mouth wide open, blue eyes frozen on your waiting form. You waved a hand in front of his face to make sure he was still with you. And after blinking a few times, he finally managed to nod and stutter a response that was mostly thanking you for even talking to him let alone asking him out. At that point, he was pretty sure you had either been dared to talk to him or Bucky had begged you to.

Eventually, the date rolled around and the two of you went out dancing. And sure, he stepped on your toes, and yes, he was awkward, but you couldn’t have cared less. You really liked Steve. He wasn’t like the other guys. Sure, he wasn’t tall or strong, but Steve was kind and he cared about you in ways the others didn’t.

Every moment mattered.

The war was a concern of yours. Steve was very interested in enlisting. So when he came home with rejected papers, you couldn’t help but be a bit relieved. But the relief only lasted so long. He had been “selected for an experiment”, he had told you.

And now you were waiting. Waiting for Steve to come home.

You hadn’t heard from him in months. You hadn’t heard about the experiment or about the war, and you assumed that no news was better than news at this point. If you were being honest with yourself, you were just waiting for the news that the experiment had killed him or that he had died in action. Your heart sank every time there was a knock at the door.

It happened on a seemingly unsuspecting afternoon. It was sunny and nice, and you had just gotten home from your morning shift at the diner down the street. For once, you were actually in a decent mood. And then there was a knock at the door. Your heart raced, but you walked over and pulled it open.

At the sight of the tall, handsome military man, you burst into tears. His eyes went wide.

“Um, I know this is going to be hard-”

“How did it happen? Just tell me it was quick. Tell me it didn’t hurt.” You squeezed your eyes shut and collapsed to the floor, sobbing there on your knees.

“Well…it did hurt, but I’m all right, doll,” Steve spoke softly. You sniffled and lifted your face to look at him. It was the most bizarre experience you’d ever had. This man had the voice and eyes of your boyfriend, but he was so tall and muscular. There was no way this was real.

“S-Steve?”

“Hey, doll.” His larger hands shook as he raised them to touch your face. He had forgotten how soft your skin was, but after a year of the war, it felt like silk beneath his calloused fingers. “Sorry it took me so long to get here.”

“What happened to you?” You whispered through tears.

“It’s a long story.” He chuckled and pulled you into his huge strong arms. You held onto him as though it was your last chance. “But I’m here now, and I love you and I’m never leaving you again.”

“I love you too, Stevie.” You pressed about a dozen kisses to his cheeks and lips and face, causing him to laugh and hold on to you even tighter. “I always have.”

remaining-head-spirits  asked:

Could I just start off by saying that I absolutely adore your art? Alright, now that that's out of the way, I'd really like to see uf!Paps in your style, and your take on the Underswap bros. Also, I'm really intrigued over your skele!Frisk, do you have any backstory to the character? PS: so sorry to hear about your mental state, depression is terrible to deal with :( I hope you had a nice b-day regardless

WOWIE! So many asks x) 
But at first - thank you so much for your words.

Speaking about UF universe, his story underground not so interesting… So here I talk about what happened after Frisk set everyone free x)
At least, I imagine UF!Pap like the owner of few restaurants. Dunno why. So, here you’re this scary-cool dude.

I like them. It’s crazy universe. And I like all of interpretation!
Buuuut, as we speak about me…
Sans is younger brother. He’s like UT!Pap, brave, hyperactive, heroic, smarter in some point than he shows, childish in another. I guess with all the training he has with Alphys he’s very powerful, strong and pretty thin.
And Pap… well, that’s UT!Sans. More spoiled. But still punmaster, lazy, fearful when he wants to, careful, but, I guess, he didn’t lost his hope in the same degree like UT!Sans. 
So… I see them like this. Don’t judge me.

Yeah, Skele!Frisk has his story behind. Painful, dark, sad… but beautiful,  full of L O V E  and love.


And thank you again, dear. It’s nice of you to be worried about me.

Just as you overhear people saying that “the doctor prescribed such-and-such for him” (like riding, or cold baths, or walking barefoot …), say this: “Nature prescribed illness for him.” Or blindness. Or the loss of a limb. Or whatever. There “prescribed” means something like “ordered, so as to further his recovery.” And so too here. What happens to each of us is ordered. It furthers our destiny.
—  Marcus AureliusMeditations: A New Translation (5:8)
Barney & Robin’s timing!

The Alternate ending!

Okay, so I was thinking about the alternate ending for the series finale voice over with Future Ted and the voice over at the end of Barney and Robin’s breakup episode. So, when they broke up the voice over says “they needed to let things run its course” meaning they get back together ie their engagement/reunion is when this line applies to them getting back together. And, the alternate ending’s voice over says “things get put back together.” The only thing that needed to get back together/fixed is B/R’s relationship and the image is directed on them looking at each other and smiling lightly. So, here’s what I think happens it’s 1 of 2 things that could happen between them.

1. They do get the divorce but neither one filed the papers so they reconciled and worked things out before actually divorcing. So, I think the divorce was so quickly done and their “breakup” here was rushed and unnecessary so they worked things out without filing/going that far and divorcing the way they did. After, their initial breakup they fought through their feeling for each other but we as an audience knew they were going to get back together which is where their engagement comes in. But, they weren’t quite reading for forever so they get the divorce not realizing that the papers weren’t filed or even signed they work things out after this and then… They get back together in someway.

Or

2. They do get divorced, they go their separate ways for a while doing their own thing but they do still see each other and interact when they can. Barney and Robin are still best friends and are still close with their friends as a group but sometime down the line the character development is still intact so there is no accidental pregnancy and no baby, Barney doesn’t go back to the way he was when he was single, he grew up too much for that to happen again and said he never really loved that lifestyle so the real Barney and Robin talk and see each other from time to time and realize they are missing each other so they try putting their relationship back together by being/interacting like their old selves, at some point in the timeline, both character developments are still intact and there are still feelings there on both sides but both are scared to try again kind of like they were (Robin was) in season 7 when they talked about getting back together. They, decide to give their relationship another try, in a very slow paced way but Robin is feeling lonely and doesn’t like traveling anymore so she moves back to NY permanently and they decide that being apart, being alone, being single, not being together isn’t working anymore, they miss each other and are still in love which NEVER GOES AWAY. This time they last, they needed sometime apart to realize that they need each other in order to be happy and that’s how their timing was right again which isn’t a big issue with them it’s that they weren’t ready yet both times, when they dated and when they get married they both had to find themselves a little more outside of the relationship but over all they’re in love and this time made it work because losing each other forever isn’t the reason why they breakup because that can’t happen, they would never truly be happy with anyone else and both know that.

So, this is just another theory I thought of and makes sense which to me the alternate ending is the real ending of this show. I wasn’t a big fan of the alternate but it is loads better than that crap ending. Barney and Robin get their happy ending together cause that’s how it should be.

Editing to add!

There is also another way they can still end up together and that is they never divorced, they just split up for a while (don’t know the amount of time) they went through a rough patch but they both grew and had a lot of character growth both as a couple and individuals. They, split up or take a break for sometime but they don’t actually divorce because their love is strong enough and they are more mature enough to overcome whatever life brings them. Barney and Robin would never just give up their marriage/relationship so quickly without talking things through, so they go to marriage counseling and really talk about whatever problems they are having but they don’t give up, they’ll fight because they are both so stubborn but after everything they went through to be together giving up is the last thing they want, losing each other isn’t an option. The strongest relationships/marriages are the ones that go through rough times together and still stick it out because they love each other and this is how I see their marriage going. They, aren’t perfect people and they aren’t a perfect relationship but they went through so much to even get to the point of marriage when both were against marriage for along time. Anyway, that’s how I see them in the future every relationship has its issues but in the end they will be stronger because they went through whatever they went/go through and that’s what should have happen in either situation (the failnate not counting even though that had their divorce in it.) Relationships are hard but they’ll pull through it and not give up the way they did with their first relationship, both were miserable and not happy until they get back together.

Seeing Is Believing (Pt. 15)

A/N: Yep! I did it! I wrote part 15! After weeks and weeks I’m excited to be getting back at this story!!! 

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Just some suggestive language.

Word Count: 1.3k

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“So what happens next?” You asked, making sure keep your tight hold on him.

Castiel sighed, you knew that he would have thought something up while in those chains.

“I think we need to talk to your father.”

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You looked up at Cas, wondering how in the hell that was possible. From what you’d heard, your father, Michael, was locked up - with the devil nonetheless. You opened your mouth to respond before someone interrupted you.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.”

The look on Castiel’s face was one of complete shock as he laced his fingers with yours before you turned around and cocked your head.

“And you are?” you asked as you tensed up, ready to fight again if you had to.

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Favorite Destiel Moment Part 1 ** Celebration Edition **

As promised, (with a day or three of delay) another favorite Destiel moment for your consideration and my amusement.

This is an official and delayed celebration for 200+ followers.

I really don’t understand how this happened. I’m Truly amazed and very grateful that you let me in on your dash to contribute to feed your Castiel, Dean and Destiel needs. Really thank you.

This should be a straight (no pun intended) gifset about a particular scene that I enjoyed in Supernatural of this two. But it turns out I will divide it in two parts, because this is too much to process in one post (even if this one is larger than life).

The first part as follow, is a regular “walk through" the scene, from my personal perspective (and a proof of how the whirlwind known as Destiel is messing with my sanity).
As usual, I want to comment about my re-discovery of this ship in this particular scene and how I enjoyed while making the edits.

The second part is a rediscovering of a constant internal debate that maybe everybody that ships Destiel can be caught into. (specially if you read smut) Inside our beloved ship, this issue has started numerous discussions and probably divided us when is time to choose between:

Bottom!Dean - Top!Cas
Top!Dean - Bottom !Cas

So, expect for tomorrow the second part of this brief scene, but with long implications that I couldn't avoid to cut in two parts. So those who are not interested in such sinful and impure implications, can only focus on this fluffy post.

Again, to whomever is reading this and decided to follow me, thank you very much.

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The Third Man
SPN 06X03

To remind you about this episode, Sam is soulless, and this is the scene of the return of Castiel to the series since Sam went to hell.
Because of this case involving biblical plagues, Dean makes the suggestion that they have to contact Castiel. Sam explains to Dean that he already try that a year ago since he returned from hell, but Cas didn’t answer any of his prayers. So Dean (I wonder why),is keen and more than eager to immediately pray and make contact with him.
So he starts the pray, like this:

Now I lay me down to Sleep, I pray to Castiel to get his featherly ass down here.

Because I can, and for demonstrative purposes, I intentionally Slowed the frames of Dean’s smirk when he thinks about and mention Castiel’s ass.
This was an important discovery for me, because it’s the first time I noticed this with my Destiel goggles.
But thinking back then,  the principal hint should had been: Why Dean will mention Castiel’s ass, as the first thing that he will like to get down?
So this time I tried to “observe” this scene as any other Supernatural fan will do, and just enjoy the episode without such goggles.
Flashing back to this first curious observation, maybe many bros use this language when they miss each other, and the solicitations of their bros’s ass, is a common and affectionate way, of saying I miss you bro.
Returning to Dean’s requests for Castiel’s ass prayer to ask for Castiel’s presence despite Sam´s disbelief. He took his time in this prayer asking for help to solve this case.

The detail of Dean praying will be the main focus of the second part, so here you have what happens after Dean prays.

Sam: Like I said, The son of a bitch doesn’t answer (sounds of wings as classical hint of Castiel’s arrival) He’s right behind me isn’t he?

Pay no attention to his idiot face we talk about it in the second part.


You have to admit, the face of Sam is priceless and the way he looks at Dean like accusing him of something. But Dean is cool, just answering with another smirk.

After Sam continues bitching about why Cas didn’t answer when he called him. Dean is like.

Sam: You like him better or something?
This is Cas while Sam ask this question

Yes, the frames are slowed where he casually lick his lips, like any bro will do if his brother ask him: What is so special about my bro being you bro for you?
Other thing to notice here is how Cas doesn’t make eye contact with Dean. Why should he? He know exactly how the eyes of his bro look like.
The follow is a milestone for Destiel. Oh yes, the profound bond scene.

But bro Dean is unimpressed and still cool. And bro Sam is like, wait what?

Then, Dean gives to Cas the speech about how Sam Took one for the team by going to hell (the only thing he can give to him, speeches ;)) , so he should come down and talk to him. This is Castiel while Dean is talking.

And the first eye contact combo with lips licking, as we know is as a common custom between bros. Then Sam insist with his interrogatory about how he returned from hell, and maybe because of this we can enjoy Sassy Castiel (edited to avoid conflicts with another ship).
First with the answer he gives to Sam:
- What part of I don’t know escapes your understanding?
And then maybe because Dean, very well assured about the Profound Bond he is like.

Yes, another mention of his ass, and watch the look Cas gives to Dean, when he listens to the orders by the other extreme of his profound bond. So Dean keeps pulling the bond to his end.

And then Sassy Castiel appears quickly to clarify he don’t take no orders from his bro, no matter how profound is their bond.

I would say this is the first newlyweds fight scene of the season.
Here we can see how two bros have a mature conversation about important and relevant stuff.

So you can see here how Dean´s heart is broken by his husband bro, because he pulled the strings of the profound bond too tight for Cas´s comfort.

Here is his face in detail because I like how Cas put him on his place.

And that is the first part of this Favorite Destiel Moment, that had everything I enjoy about this two bros. Obviously in the second part I would explore the profound bond and try to give some comfort to those who sail our ship, and prefer that the wind blows in direction of Bottom!Dean (no pun intended ) 

Again, and again thanks to all my followers for read this and feel free to send me your suggestions so we can dissect another precious interaction of this bros that are killing me softly every time this exchanges occur. 

Chaito

PART 2

Isn’t it strange how just two words you hear somewhere unleash a river of thoughts in your mind? So, here’s what happened to me - after watching a video where Michael Fassbender talked about his idea of David dancing on the ship’s *disco deck* I immediately asked myself… yeah and what about Walter? And then my train of thoughts went like this:

After having set up some basic settlement, the colonists have a huge celebration party in one of the Covenant’s cargo bays. Walter agreed to take care of the catering and then ends up as a bartender. 

At one point Daniels comes to the bar where a bunch of more or less drunk guys have an argument with Walter, who refuses to pour them another drink because he thinks their alcohol intoxication level is too high. People get displeased and ask whose stupid idea it was to make Walter do the job.

In the end, Daniels asks Tennessee if he could replace Walter. When Walter objects that in that case the drunk people will get even drunker, Daniels takes Walter’s hand and asks him to dance with her.

Walter gets all uneasy and “I’m not sure about that” but Dani tells him that it’s the same as with playing the flute, that he should observe, try, and learn and keep what feels good.

After a bit clumsy beginning (where Dani can’t keep from smiling and giggling) Walter indeed becomes quite good at it. He starts to smile in a very genuine and relaxed way and they both seem to truly enjoy themselves, especially when a series of oldies is being played (the greatest hits of the phenomenal and unforgettable performers of the first half of the past century *wink*). 

But then there’s a slow love song and Dani remembers Jake. She buries her face into Walter’s chest and starts crying. He asks her if he can do something for her, but she says she only needs his presence. And so, Walter lets Dani sob into his shirt and comforts her as best he can - holds her tight and strokes her hair. When the song ends, Dani says she needs some fresh air and they part. Walter does not encounter her again till the end of the party as he has to tend to the drunk and people.

Very late at night, Walter finds Dani outside the ship, sitting beside a sleeping Tennessee, watching the stars. Walter tells her it is time to go home. They wake up Tennesse, who insists he’s quite ok, wishes them good night and walks away. However, Dani can barely stand, let alone walk, so without any hesitation, Walter takes her in his arms and carries her to her cabin.

On the way Dani murmurs different melodies and eventually starts shouting “I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier..!” but Walter argues that he doesn’t think it’s a good idea. When Dani asks him why, he says that her cabin is lacking chandeliers in the first place.

Dani argues that he forgets that the cabin is also his. Walter objects, claiming that he himself is a property, therefore he cannot own anything. Dani asks him then, whose property he thinks he is, since the company believes he has been deactivated and dismantled, and none of the settlers owns him either. “In that case,” Walter replies, “I’m most probably yours, Daniels.”

“Definitely not.” Daniels replies. “But if you insist…” she says after a silent moment, “you have to accept me as yours in return.”     Walter says nothing to that, and they remain silent for the rest of the journey – Dani asleep and Walter genuinely happy.

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If someone takes this as a prompt I wouldn’t mind at all. And I know, it’s quite fluffy and stuff, but hey, they deserve a bit of it! ;)

so, here’s what happened today, my tutors in college told me that i had to come in today, despite what happened on Monday with the whole accident. me, being a okayish student, decided that it would be best if I go in to finish my studies and because I was fine from Monday…so I thought. Halfway through the first and second class, my whole body started to ache and I couldn’t concentrate on anything as my head began to pound and little images of what happened during the accident kept repeatedly flashing in my brain, giving me a headache and a ringing sound in my ear. I explained my situation to the tutor, adding in the fact that I also got a little hurt during the accident but my father happened to take the full hit, being in far more worse than I. this was her response, no joke, she had said this to my face; “Stop being dramatic. You only had a little bump, your father had the worse end! You should be grateful that he took all the damage!Stop trying to get out of work and classes, you can’t go home. You’re staying” ????????? wow okay gee thanks.

anonymous asked:

I was reading the supposed leaked spoilers, and i think it makes sense for Clake to die, i obviously don't want her to, but if they're going for the exact same conclusion again where she pulls a lever and closes the ark and a lot of people have to die or be sacrificed i think it's crucial for the storytelling that she sacrifices herself with them, because otherwise this show is the same again and again, idk how the show could survive without her though, it's gone downhill as it is

Okay, well, I wasn’t going to really write the theories I have about s4, but I'm bored this Sunday afternoon, so here is what I think COULD happen (if you read previous theory blurbs I have written…it basically is a continuation of that.) Of course, take all what I’m saying with a grain of salt and this is what I see “could happen” with some of the things i have seen and if I was writing the story and trying to salvage it. 

Also, I think the script leaks are hella misleading if you look at them closely. It says, “As she steadies herself on the desk, consciousness fading, we get our first look at her face: IT’S COVERED IN LESIONS, a mask of puss and death. We’ve seen this horrific look before: IN ABBY’s VISION. She stands there for another moment, fighting, fighting, before collapsing in a heap. Unconscious. Or worse. No sign of life. Dying on a dying planet.”  It just says that Clarke has collapsed to the ground and is dying.  However, there are six acts in television and it is possible that she is able to survive by being saved by someone that finds her in the lab. Because, like you said, I don’t see them even THINKing about getting a season 5 without Clarke. Jason has said before that this is basically Clarke’s story and unless Eliza asked to leave the show, killing her off would REALLY make zero sense. However, I had the same thought about them not killing Lexa off and they did so….yeah. But yeah I agree that Clarke’s story should end with her sacrificing herself to save her people. 

I think it might end with there being Mountain Men, Grounders, and people living in space again at the end of the season. I believe we will have people living in the bunker that is on Becca’s Island (i think it is a bunker), Nightbloods will be able to survive the increased radiation levels and will be ‘the grounders’, and then the 6-7 people we see in the leaked script will be the ones living in space and possibly they will find out that they aren’t the only ones in space. 

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imagine: Can you make an imagine where Hayes and the reader gets into a fight about girls flirting with him, but he dose nothing about it but flirt back and the reader feels left out like she’s not enough for him and the next day at school she found him having a make out session with a girl in the girls bathroom and she got upset and ran away crying and went to her secret hide out and the rest is up to you. If you need more details let me know. Thank you
Request from: Anon
Warings: Not that i know of… ? except maybe a few curse words.. like two
A/N: So the way i ended it was you kinda got with Nash but not really… Hope you enjoy! :)

You were causally leaning up against the locker besides Hayes while he chatted with some more girls. Or should you say while he flirted with them.
“OH WOW you do have some pretty big muscels” One stated, but his reply didn’t help the situation as you watched him lift his shirt up.
“I got some pretty decent abs too” He gave them a wink before the slantered off giggling, content they got to feel Hayes up. You on the other hand were not content. You wanted to get home and you have to wait on Hayes everyday after school with some new girls or girl.
“Do you not like me or something?” You asked while opening  your car door as Hayes got in on the passenger side.
“Of course! Why wouldn’t i???” He seemed a bit annoyed, but you did ask quite a bit recently.
“So you would consider us together, right?” the car roared to light and you swiftly pulled out of your high schools parking lot.
“Yes ?!”
“Well doesn’t seem like it since you’re always flirting with every other breathing being except your own girlfriend”
“Are you kidding me right now?? They flirt with ME” His lips formed a thin line the signal that you probably should drop it but enough is enough and you couldn’t stand his treatment towards you. He always got so defensive when you mention it.
“UH im hayes look at my muscles arnt they big, here let me lift my shirt so you can feel them while my girlfriend is right beside me” You snapped in a terrible imitation of his voice.He was quiet for a moment.
“So you’re jealouis, typical, drop me off at home.” He growled.
“Gladly” a bitterly response came from your mouth, you probably looked pissed and in complete control but on the inside you were slowly breaking down. You always felt like you weren’t good enough and every smile that sends to another girls just seems to make it worse.
When you started pulling up the driveway to his house he got out before the car even stopped and slammed the front door behind him. You let out a sigh and turned your car off, maybe you should just go home, cry, call your best friend an eat some ice cream. Instead you get out and walk inside. You were greeted with the warm smell of cookies and Nash and Skye standing over the oven.
“(Y/N)!” Skye screamed happily as she saw you walk in the kitchen, Nash sent you a small smile probably already knowing you got in a fight with Hayes. Skye ran up to you and hugged your legs tightlg.
“Hi princess” you smiled sweetly while giving her a hug in return.
“Want a cookie ? we`re about to watch a movie for kids if you want to join to” Nash said holding the magical gooiness of a chocolate chip cookie.
“NASH it IS not for little kids!” Skye sassily replied to hi and put her hands on her hips.
“My bad a super duper adult movie” He replied cheekily to her and she giggled while running off to start it.
“Yeah i’ll join, thanks” You aceppted the cookie, he gave you a look but didn’t press anymore and you both wondered to the living room. Once all settled in on the couch with the biggest blankets you could find skye pressed play.
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Half way through the movie Hayes decided to grace you all with his presence.
“Wow so since i can’t give you the right treatment you run to my brother, smart” He glowered at you.
“Hayes shush you’re just mad because Nash treats her better than you” Skye was quick to respond, a shock look spread over his face and he mumbled a whatever before returning back to his room. Skye turned her attention back to the movie.
“Thanks Skye” You sent a small smile her way before finnishing the movie with them, when it finally finished you gave them both a quick goodbye and went on your way to your car. you didn’t even say goodbye o hayes, he didn’t deserve it.
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The next morning you went to get Hayes only to be greeted by Nash saying he already left, he thought he went with you but you assured him it defiantly wasn’t. So you headed to school alone, for the first time in a pretty long time. You probably looked like a mess so you went to girls bathroom to freshen up but the scene that unraveled before was something you never have been prepared for. Hayes was lipqocked with some girl right there. They wouldn’t even regard your presence as you let out a gasp and you hands flew to your mouth tears already threatening to spill like waterfalls.
“Hayes” You voice broke only then did he even turn. Shock, confusion, anger all flashed in his face like a slideshow. He started to say something, probably an excuse but you wouldn’t hear it because you were already gone the tears that were threatening to spill falling freely. You were just through the motions it was time had stopped as you fled to your hide out. You couldn’t believe it, i meam sure yo guys had your moment but he would never CHEAT on you. But then again he just did.
“omygosh how manyi times HAS he cheated on me?” you gasp to yourself, you barley could see where you were going now the raindrops in your eyes making you become blind.
You stood in front of the huge tree, the leaves spilling out of the branches like mimi canopies. You crawl up to the little treehouse you built when you were probably about five. It was two story but just about one room and then anther staked on top. The droplets fell hard and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
Why did you ever fall for that smile of his?
Why did it hurt so much when you knew this probably was going to happen?
“(Y/N) ?” A small voice broke you out of your thoughts. You did realize how much time passsed by but the sun was starting to set over the horizon.
Pease don’t be hayes you begged silently.
Nash appeared before your blurry vision and you gave a small smile. Then a small laugh. Then before you knew it you were laughing, hard. You probably looked like a mess, you could feel the mascara streaks on you cheek ad your hair was everywhere from you constantly pushing your hands through it.
“Um Hayes has been searching for you… Why, why are you laughing?”
“I have no cue to be honest” he said in between gasps of air and giggles. A few moments passed and your laughter soon died down.You reached for your phone and to your surprise Nash was right you had 20 missed calls and even more messages.
(Y/N) I’m sorry
please reply
i messed up
well i messed up a lot
I’m sorry you saw that
it was her
please reply
it won’t happen again
You loaned and pushed your free hand through your (Y/H/C) hair. You felt Nash breathing beside you.
“Im sorry” he finally broke the still air.
“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing”
“How many times have you caught him” you heart stopped for a second, times. As in plural.
“What do you mean times” you emphasized the s.
“Shit” Nash cursed under his breath and now it was his turn to push his hands through his raven black hair. you glowered at him urging him to continue. “Well i might have caught him once..” You rose your eyebrows “…twice..” you just continued to stare ”..a lot, okay? Ive caught him a lot, and I’m sorry i should’ve told you but..” That was all you needed to here for the so though dried up well filled up again.
Nash pulled you into him as you bawled your eye out drenching his shirt. He whispered comforting words as he realization that all those scenarios you thought off became real. Hayes cheated on you. Multiple times. After a good half hour you calmed down enough to talk again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” you held up a finger for a one-moment thing. You had to dump his sorry ass first. You dialed the all too familiar number into your cell phone as it began to ring. Half of you felt strong and believed you could do it, the other half felt like you were crumbling apart.
“omg (Y/n) ? Im so so sorry, just please…” you were quick to cut him off.
“Cut the crap Hayes, how many times ?”
“wh-what do you mean ?” he blubbered.
“How many times did you heat on me” you emphasized each word as i you were talking to a child. The other line went silent. “How many ?” you repeated.
“I’ve lost track..” he trailed off, you let out a scoff.
“Alright cool, so heres whats going to happen, were over. Since you can’t seem to commit i won’t make you, have fun with people who won’t care about you. Also ill still be coming over because i love hanging out with Skye and Nash and when i am over you aren’t to speak at me. Have fun” you clicked the end call button before you could even protest. Nash had become quiet either with shock or because he was impressed. “Ready?” you asked already climbing down the stairs to the bottom of the tree.
“For what?”
“I wanna make cookies with Skye”
“You know Skye was right” He let out a chuckle before following after you to your car.
“About what?” you questioned, trying to fix yourself up as much as you could in the car mirror. The end result was about as close to as putting a bow on a trashcan.
“I do and would treat you better than Hayes.” Nash replied as he climbed into the passenger seat, his blue eyes piercing your own.
“I guess i should find out if thats true then huh?” you causally replied with a million dollar smile as you turned the ignition on and drove to his house for a date with Nash, Skye and chocolate chip goodness.

What happened after the true ending of NieR: Automata (MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILERS)

Well, I got through the entirety of Automata’s story last night and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, so here’s what I believe happened after the final scene.

*2B and 9S were reactivated shortly after the Pods completed repairs on them. Both of them were unspeakably happy to see each other again and spent the next few hours hugging on the rooftop they woke up on. A2 woke up not too long afterward and returned to the Resistance camp, where she was filled in on what happened.

*Pascal’s pacifist nature did not remain dormant for long and he soon led a new generation of peace-loving machines into a golden era, eventually ushering in world peace between all machines and androids.

*What remained of the Tower and what could be salvaged of the Bunker was turned into a memorial for those that fell in the war, under the supervision of Anemone.

*Androids and machines alike fully restored the amusement park to its former, humanity-era glory, using the remains of Ko-Shi and Ro-Shi to make new attractions.

*2B and 9S, in a world with no war or YoRHa, were able to move past the truth of 2B’s designation and entered a relationship not long after reactivation. They go on lots of cute dates and do filthy things like hold hands and refer to each other by affectionate nicknames (and yes, she does call him “Nines” now). Big sister A2 is always watching to ensure this peace continues.

*Speaking of A2, without YoRHa around to chase her and with the truth about the war revealed, she was able to forgive herself. She became close with many members of the Resistance and eventually fell in love with Aneome.

*Devola and Popola were able to be salvaged, repaired, and reactivated, becoming ambassadors of the androids to the machine’s societies, working to atone for their failure to prevent the first end of the world.

*Simone was returned to her original state and learned to love herself.

*No one heard from Jean Paul ever again.

*Jackass, without anyone to take revenge on as she had planned, trained a moose and now rides it like a horse.

*042 and 153, in the constant state of embarrassment that is life, were not able to face the androids again and decided to observe them from afar, content that they had given them a chance at a real life.

And you can’t tell me that none of this happened, I’m the God, I’M THE GOD

junebugninja  asked:

Anon ask 3: "How do you think C reached that level of peace, "happiness" and confidence? I know they haven't shown us yet (they say there will be flashbacks), but this must have been such a raw, difficult and painful process for her. So how do imagine her journey all these 6 years?"

Keep this in mind, Jason said that Clarke’s been with Madi for about 5 years. That means that Clarke was alone for almost a year before she found Madi, and I bet we’ll find out that Clarke was likely a wreck for the most part until she found Madi.

In sum, I’m betting that Clarke found her level of peace and happiness because of her relationship with Madi and her hope that Bellamy and co were still alive. 

It also probably helped that she no longer had to make life and death decisions, and she had time to just be. Her entire experience on Earth was one tragedy and war after another, and so her finally having time to think and just live helped her a lot, I’m sure. 

I also believe that her hope that Bellamy and co were still alive also kept her from going insane, as she said in 4x13. Her love for Bellamy (it seems), especially kept her centered for all those years. 

However, I wouldn’t be surprised if we find out that Clarke was NOT doing so well after 4x13 (for that year she was alone). A part of me thinks that she likely despaired for many days once she realized she was alone and that she didn’t know if Bellamy and her friends were alive. I wouldn’t even be surprised if Clarke’s journal entries to Bellamy were VERY different depending on the year and day. Like, I don’t think she has a grudge against Bellamy and his decision to leave her behind, because it was the right decisions and Clarke knows that, so she can’t blame him, but still, I could see her having days in which she expressed her pain in being left behind. 

So, here is what I think happened to her during those years. I think she had to nurse herself to health first, then she couldn’t leave Becca’s lab for weeks since the world was still burning. Then after the fires went out, I’m sure she went out to find food and find a way to survive, which I’m sure was a struggle. She probably went searching for survivors and each day despairing over the fact that she’s been cursed to wander the Earth alone. I expect that she might have had very dark days that first year alone, until she finds Madi. 

I’m betting they’ll be a fun story to tell there. Madi survived on her own for a year without Clarke, so Madi must be pretty resourceful, too, and likely has a lot of spirit. I could see Madi being wary of Clarke at first, but them slowly bonding over the fact that they’re the only two people alive on the ground. 

I bet during those years that Clarke and Madi took trips all around North America, trying to find a safe place, and of course, not finding anything except that patch they found and we saw in 4x13. It also looks like Clarke took it upon herself to teach Madi lessons on survival and reading and more, and I bet Clarke told tales of Wanheda and the Commander, the Princess and her Knight King (Bellamy Blake), the Goddess Raven Reyes, Queen Octavia of Two Peoples, etc. etc. Like, I’m pretty certain that Clarke has already begun the process of making her story and her friends stories into not only history but also myth. Stories that Madi will one day pass down to her children. 

We might see Madi and Clarke trying to dig out the people in the bunker, and I’m sure Clarke breaks down a bit there, too. We’ll find out that Clarke might have spent nights on the hood of the rover while thinking of Bellamy and her friends looking down on her. 

So yeah, these are thoughts I’ve had about it, thus far. I do think that we’ll find that Clarke’s time during those 6 years wasn’t always so peaceful and happy. It was probably a long and tough road for her to get to that point, and yeah, I think Madi and her “talks” with Bellamy were what kept her going during those 6 years, not to mention Clarke’s own sense of survival and strength.