still trying to find his flaws

but can we talk about holt for a second

this is his son - he literally thinks of jake as a son. and that son, whom he’s mentored and nurtured for four full seasons, through defiance over ties and even a stint in witness protection, has been unfairly convicted of a crime holt *knows* he didn’t commit because he was trying to help him make the bust. now that son, a damn good cop according to everyone who knows him, is going to prison. his prize mentee is in love with his son, and they’ve just been sentenced to a 15 year separation. and holt has to watch, knowing that the police system he fought to make better is still deeply flawed and having to come to terms with the fact that as a cop, he just couldn’t do enough to stop this. 

anyways come find me dead on the floor

Beady Little Eyes

(another lil thing for @squigglydigglydoo ‘s toon henry au, which has done wonders for bringing back my creative drive lately.  Wanted to try and feel out how Bendy would react to seeing himself when he’s off-model level’s of angry.)

“What did he mean?” Bendy stood on a stool in front of a mirror, stock still, looking at himself.  He bent in close over the sink and stretched his eyelid, intensely scanning for something, anything… nothing.

Which was exactly what he was finding.  The only thing looking back at him was that mug he’d come to know and love oh-so-much. His real money maker.  Not a flaw to be found.

“Boris doesn’t know what he’s talkin’ about,” the devil dismissed, intending to put the issue to bed.

But he didn’t look away from that mirror.  Why?  Why was he even listening to Boris?  Henry’d already poisoned the guy’s mind.  That dunce was always gullible anyway, it was his whole shtick.

So why did this bother him so much?

Bendy knew.  Of course he knew.  He and Boris had known each other for years.  If there was one thing that came with being that simple, it was honesty.  Boris didn’t have a lying bone in his body.  So when the words “he was right” came out of his mouth, coupled with the terror in his eyes, it stung.

Boris didn’t like how mad he was getting.  Why not?  After everything they’d gone through, all the work they’d done, why did they deserve to get thrown away?  They were owed this.  How could he not see that?  Boris was a dunce, but he wasn’t blind.  Henry didn’t care about this, he didn’t care about them.  But all it had taken was one sob story and Boris was in, hook, line, and sinker.

“That’s the problem with having an idiot for a best friend,” he muttered to himself, “they got no idea when they’re bein played.”

But Alice believed him too. Alice wasn’t dumb.  She was as goody-two shoes, sure, but she had common sense.  And she was siding with Henry.  How was he supposed to take that?  Both of them were with Henry.  Henry. Henry, Henry, Henry.  Even hearing that name burned him up these days.  That louse left, tossed them all away, let them collect dust for thirty years.  And yet somehow, he turned everyone Bendy had against him.  What had he said to Alice?  She had to be smart enough to see through him.  Had he threatened her?  Had he threatened both of them?  Boris had looked nervous when they were arguing.  Did that no good, dead-beat, absentee animator threaten his pals?!

“If he lays a finger on either of them…“ Bendy clenched his hands in a vice grip and looked back up at the mirror…

It stared back at him with beady little eyes.

Bendy screamed in terror and fell back off his stool with a clatter.  He lied there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling.  His teeth were clenched, his fingers dug into the wood, and his heart jumped a foot up with every beat.  It was at least a minute of stunned silence when he finally sat up, rubbing his head, trying to process what he’d just seen.  That face, that… thing.  Was that… him?

The thought spurred him back to his feet, he scrambled up onto the stool as fast as he could and looked back at himself.

There were his pupils, big and adorable as they ever were.  Once again Bendy inspected his eyes.  Was it him? Was that freak really what he looked like? Why though? Why were his eyes so small? After a new stint of finding nothing, he shook his head.  

“No, no it was… it was a trick of the light.  Yeah, that was it, trick of the light.  Gotta get these things replaced.”  He put his hands on his hips and looked up at the dim bulb.  “They barely work anymore.”  A laugh to seal the excuse.  There, that sounded sane.

“I’m workin too hard,” he continued to assure himself, turning around and leaning back against the sink.  “All this thinkin bout Henry has my nerves shot.  I need to calm down before I lose my head.”

There was a tap on his shoulder.  A glance to the side brought him face to face with the beady-eyed monster, leaning out of the mirror.

“Might be a bit late for that, mac.”  It growled with a hollow grin.

Bendy screamed higher and louder than he’d ever screamed before.  His legs kicked into high gear. He rocketed out of the room, slammed the door shut, and began nailing two-by-fours over it as fast as he could.  After a finishing touch of police tape and a nuclear hazard symbol for good measure, he pressed his body up against it.  He heaved, chest rising and falling rapidly.

That wasn’t him.   He wasn’t like that.  He was a good guy.  It couldn’t have been him…

But that was his voice.

That was his face.

That was him.  That horrible, bloodthirsty-looking freak was him.

Bendy started to shiver. He wrapped his arms around himself and sank to the ground.  He missed Boris.  He missed Alice.  He…

A few drops of water hit the ground.  Rain. Instinctively, Bendy pulled an umbrella out and opened it.  Drops kept hitting the floor.  Confused, Bendy looked up… at the ceiling.  “Oh.”  He flicked the side of his head to berate himself.  “Then what… oh.”  He moved his knuckle up to just under his eye and rubbed, looking at the droplet that had settled on his finger.  “Oh,” his voice cracked, smiling at the tear like it was a joke.  Then he put his head back down and let himself cry softly.

His friends were gone, he has dropping ink like a leaky faucet, and now his eyes were going screwy.

Was he the bad guy?  You didn’t name the show after the bad guy, did you?

Half-finished thoughts came and went before he could grab them, the bulb over his head was flickering but it wouldn’t light.  He tried to think of something, anything… nothing.

Which was all he was gonna figure out on his own.

But he had no one to ask now.

Except Joey.

Bendy smacked his forehead, “That’s it!”  With that, he hopped back up, grabbed his umbrella and started down the hall.  Joey would know.  

He had to.



Originally posted by genkxi

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life | I’ve never been this so hard in love with a fictional character help me

hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang | 11/10 would ride him like an untamed stallion

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

best quality: I actually played the game in the recommended order, so Zen was my first route. And I wasn’t excited at all the first few days. But the more time passed, the better parts of his character were revealed. I think the turning points for me were: The VN that showed him as a child with his brother and the VN where he’s showing you the stars on his rooftop and telling you about his family. And I haven’t been able to let go since

I’ve known a lot of narcissistic characters in anime and games. But the way Zen was written made me see him as not the usual “narcissist wearing a mask.” Because the narcissism is still a part of who Zen is, it’s not a lie. He knows he’s hot and he’s not ashamed of it. Yes, it may be overexaggerated as a result of his circumstances with his family and to also ease his own insecurities. But the narcissistic side of Zen is as real as the insecure Zen. He’s not like Seven who hides behind a happy facade. Does that make sense?      

I think the thing that drew me to Zen the most is how he kept persevering down the path of life that HE wanted even though there were so many circumstances against him. Because that’s how much he loves what he does and also wants to prove himself to the world.

He has zero support from his family, he had to resort to doing “bad things” when he was part of the gang in order to survive, he had to work jobs to support himself when he was just starting out as an actor, and often his looks are put above his actual skills (which does bother him.) I also had the impression that Zen was really lonely before he met Rika and V.     

But despite all that he kept on going, and even during the game (when his circumstances have improved) he still continues to work hard. 

AND Zen doesn’t let his past experiences influence his behavior. He may have insecurities and flaws, but he’s not a 100% bitter or negative person who is constantly angsting. He doesn’t demonize his family either. For the most part, Zen is the type of guy who will tell you what he thinks and feels straight up, regardless how cheesy or how petty it may seem. Maybe too straight up. Zen will make sure you know how single he is.

And that’s the kind of person I would prefer to be around in real life. Someone who isn’t constantly reveling in their bad past and is instead moving forward. Someone who is honest and will tell you what they’re thinking. And especially someone who is shameless and proud of who they are and how they feel. 

And oh god I can write even more about how much he seems to really love MC in every route (except Jaehee’s) and how that ending in the Apirl Fools DLC broke me more than anything I’ve ever played because of how well written it was and how much Zen just loves you.  

worst quality: He’s perfect whatchu talkin bout!? 

The worst thing about Zen is that he can be extremely petty about things and is quick to jump to certain conclusions. When he doesn’t like someone, he comes off as the kind of guy who will make up like 50 different kinds of assumptions about that someone in order to justify why he doesn’t like them. Even when he barely got the chance to know them well. Remember in the Christmas DLC when he was bitter about the couples and even wanted to give such an amazing performance that will cause all the couples to break up??? All because he didn’t have a lover on Christmas. Zenny that was all adorable, but even I was close to saying “Dude, omg chill.”  

And regarding the matter of “jumping to conclusions”: if you tell him you’re spending alone time with either Jumin or Seven in their respective routes, “THEY’RE GOANNA BANG” is pretty much the first thing Zen thinks of. And not gonna lie, I thought he was a bit insensitive to Jumin in Jumin’s route. 

Not to mention he seems to get offended (even slightly) when you or the other RFA members aren’t on his side. Like the easiest way to break his heart is to simply stay on Jumin’s side of things, whether it be on simple opinions or actual arguments. He also has a terrible habit of trying to make normal conversations in the chat about him.

I think his bad ends also exemplify a dark side of his loyalty and love. He’s so desperate for your affection, that he’ll take all your crap and still find a reason to love you. This man won’t leave you, even if you treat him like a toy.

On the side of less serious (but still very notable and hurtful) flaws, he gets disheartened very easily and is quick to give up on hope or blame himself when something goes wrong (he treats spraining his ankle like some sort of punishment.) He’ll jump back onto his feet for sure, but when he gets into a slump, he gets into a slump.Not a characteristic worth picking on, but it’s definitely one of his more definite flaws. 

ship them with: MC, in-game there’s no one else Zen can love as deeply. 

brotp them with: Pretty much the entire RFA. I just want him to be loved.

I don’t ship them at all (borders on NOTP for me), but I do love Zen and Jaehee as supportive buddies. Their interactions in Jaehee’s route were sweet and Zen (along with MC of course) can provide Jaehee with the encouragement she desperately needs. 

I actually like seeing Zen as the wanna-be big bro to both Seven and Yoosung, more so with the latter. He brought cookies for Seven when he went to stay at his house, and he’s not quiet about how much he worries about Yoosung and his issues with both the gaming addiction and love. 

And while he and Jumin don’t get along past Zen’s route, the civil and friendly conversation they had was really sweet. I still think they’d be great as “love-hate” friends. 

needs to stay away from: He desperately wants to reconnect with his family, but I wouldn’t blame him if he never wanted to see them again. Also, hey there Echo Girl.

misc. thoughts: I knew I was too deep into Zen after I got that ending in the April Fools DLC. I didn’t sob sob (though I was pretty close to crying), but I didn’t feel…Okay. It’s hard to describe, but it was like I lost someone important and suddenly I was cold. It’s a flipping dating sim!! Cheritz, why do you hurt me this way????

Another fun fact: I went into MM gunning for 707 because his personality resembled the guy I was in love with during the time the game came out. Turns out what I really needed was a guy like Zen in my life. Whoops.

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I’ve seen that hc where oikawa constantly talks about iwa chan!! to his teammates and they’re all shocked when he turns out to be this buff angry guy.

 But imagine it the opposite way?

(I mean, it is Iwaizumi who says that Oikawa is the partner he can boast about.)

Iwaizumi’s teammates catch him blushing at his phone all the time and he keeps accidentally mentioning Oikawa in conversations. And for the most irrelevant things too, like someone will buy this one flavour of sports drink, and Iwaizumi will say, “Oh, that’s oikawa’s favourite kind”, or he’ll grudgingly agree to watch some sci-fi blockbuster because, “I would’ve gone to see it with Oikawa anyway”, or he’ll quote (one of the few) sensible things about volleyball oikawa’s said and add, “–or at least that’s what Oikawa would say”. Sometimes he shows up to practice looking like the dead with the only explanation being that he was video calling oikawa and lost track of time. 

The team expects this sweet, shy girl because nice seems like iwaizumi’s type. Then, inevitably they have a practice match at oikawa’s university. Iwa’s trying to look decent or y’know, at least better than normal so the team teases him a bit about it, but when they get on the court they keep trying to scan the (small) crowd for this Oikawa they’ve heard so much about. 

But then the match starts and Oikawa’s being his normal asshole self, picking holes in the opponent’s strategies, doing killer jump serves, trying to crush their spirt, normal oikawa things. Iwaizumi’s doing fine too, but Oikawa’s team is still winning. Iwa feints and they score a break thanks to him, and oiks is like, mean, Iwa-chan! Iwaizumi responds, well I did say I’d try to crush you, Oikawa. And then his whole team’s like this is oikawa!? the tall asshole who’s been finding flaws in our abilities and you keep insulting, that’s oikawa?  

Iwa’s team loses, but not by much. In the end, when they’re saying goodbye Iwa’s teammates are like, “Oikawa, we’ve heard so much about you!” Oikawa is flattered because he thinks they’ve somehow heard of his volleyball skills, but then one of them says, “Your favourite drink is a pumpkin spiced latte!” “You’re a star wars fan!” “You really like aliens!” “Your favourite song is __!” “You wear contacts!” and so on. And oikawa turns to iwaizumi, saying “oh, iwa-chan did you miss me?” Iwa’s standing there mortified, and says “yes, you asshole, of course” even though they talk like every day. oiks is almost in tears bc iwa chan?? being sentimental??  

their teams ship them so much it’s kinda ridiculous, and they have this group chat where they share pics of the two of them being embarrassingly in love at their respective unis. (oikawa’s team gets little gifts for iwaizumi because he deserves something for dealing with oikawa. iwa’s team is so torn between hating oikawa for being so hard to beat and liking him for making iwaizumi happy, it’s a struggle.)

I thought i was over iwaoi but apparently not. 

anonymous asked:

Ok so what if the S/O of UT/UF/USbros is like a bad ass all day everyday is like super brave (full of themselves) will do dangerous things to impress people/monsters but one day they just find them crying in their room because somebody/some monster pointed out all of their S/Os flaws

I did more than 4 characters for the old ones since I kept them waiting, but 4 character rule sets in for real now. So I added SF!Sans and went for the Sanses. Please send another ask for the Papyruses. 

UT!Sans: To be honest, he’s not  a fan of that sort of behavior at all. The dangerous stunts you pull off makes him worry about you, and he doesn’t like people with a lot of moxie. Still, he loves you a lot. And when he finds you crying in your room, he’s so worried. He starts asking you what’s wrong, did you get hurt? Are you okay? And when you tell him that someone confronted you, and started listing your every flaw he’s beyond angry. He takes a few seconds to calm down, and feels a little guilty for having thought some of the same things. Though he never thought of them as your flaws, just things that made you you. He gently picks you up and plops you down on the couch. Then he starts breaking down their arguments. And he starts listing everything he likes about you. 

UF!Sans: He likes your badass personality, a lot. Though it might lead to a few arguments between the two of you. The dangerous tricks you go around doing have his nerves on end and he gets snappy when he’s anxious. So when he finds you crying. his mind instantly takes a pretty dark turn. But when you tell him that you didn’t manage to hurt yourself, something else happened. His nerves still wont calm down until you’ve told him exactly what happened. And when he finds out he is so pissed. He makes sure to calm you down best as he can, trying to convince you that what they said wasn’t true. You are so much more than a list of made up flaws said by some jealous pricks. Most of those traits are some of your best, you’re just seeing them the wrong way. When you’re feeling better, he excuses himself to do something. Then he searches through the city for the stupid thing who dared do that to you. He wont kill them, he has enough self restraint after years on the surface. But they’re not getting away easy. 

US!Sans: Okay so your attitude and his are pretty similar in a way. But it still clashes sometimes. But the important thing is that you both love each other a lot. And as long as you have a good communication going, the relationship is fine! Which means that when Blue finds you crying in your room, he instantly puts on the worried boyfriend front, and he’s questioning you at a word rate of 100 words per second. When he finally manages to quiet down enough to hear your hiccuped words, he’s even more upset. He wants to know who they were, he’s going to have a civil but stern talk with them. This isn’t okay. To cheer you up, he does everything he can do show you how awesome you are. Reminding you of all the cool things you’ve done, but also of your sweeter more caring moments. He loves you so much, he can’t let you live thinking you’re not good enough for even a second. 

SF!Sans: You’re practically identical. He literally does the exact same thing. Which means that while others might tire a little of having you both in the same room at the same time, it’s absolutely amazing for the two of you. You challenge each other constantly, and brings out the competitiveness in each other. You both know you’re great, time to show the world. So when he finds you crying in your room he’s firstly so shocked that he doesn’t know how to react. He didn’t expect to see you like this and he doesn’t know how to handle it. It takes him a moment to find the courage to ask you what’s wrong, his voice unusually soft and encouraging. When you tell him what happened, he insists on finding them for you and teaching them a lesson. How dare they make you feel like this. You’re absolutely perfect, and you’re his s/o. That fact alone should make them know better than to criticize you. 

(Please do not let him go after the person, he’s going to rip them apart and no one will ever find them again. I mean, unless you want that?)

Part 7

Summary:  Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.

Word Count:  2,018

Author’s Note:  I wrote a solid 6.5K words toward this story on my last day off here, so please enjoy! As always please let me know what you think, I love hearing from you <3 (Also, I think I solved the tag problem? Let me know.)

Cyrillic Key:   Выпьем за то, чтобы у нас всегда был повод для праздника! - May we always have a reason to party!

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Huffing out a nervous breath, you inspected yourself one last time in the mirror in Scotty’s quarters. All of your clothes were still in his closet, so instead of opting to take them all back to your temporary quarters, you chose instead to bring a few garments in at a time and try them on.

Your taste changed drastically since before you joined Starfleet, apparently. Before you tended for clothes that disguised more of your bodily flaws, but the new you, the hypothetical you, liked to flaunt what she had.

Turning around, you cocked your head to the side and tried to decide if the back view of this dress was what you were going for or not.

The dress was the swingiest that you could find; in fact, it was the only one without a tapered skirt. It flowed around your knees enough that you felt that your hips were somewhat camouflaged, but it had no arms and you couldn’t find any camisoles or the like in your collection, so you opted to just rough it. It was either this or that skin-tight number that had full sleeves and much shorter skirt.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you carefully tucked your folded clothes away where you found them, acutely aware of Scotty standing in front of the window looking out over the planet with a tumbler of Scotch in his hand.

“How do I look?” you ventured, carefully stepping forward. You winced, afraid of the answer.

Scotty turned slightly and his eyes softened around the edges.

“I always loved that one,” he said quietly. “You look great.”

You twitched a smile and wound around the couch to stand next to him. Scotty wore one of his insanely patterned shirts, one with multi-coloured, miniscule florets all over it. He looked relaxed and you weren’t sure if it was the lack of uniform or the alcohol.

“Wanna drink?” Scotty offered, taking a sip of his.

“I’ll wait until we’re planetside,” you decided, looking down at the beautiful globe below. The sun was setting on the area you were headed for and the sea on the edge of the continent glowed vermillion in the star’s wake. “Is it alright if I’m nervous?”

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No matter how hard I try, I just still really, really dislike Xander. I just have such a laundry list of things that I hate about his character.  All of the characters have flaws and growth and so does Xander but I can’t help but feel like his flaws definitely outweigh his attributes. I cannot stand the hypocrisy of his character primarily because it extends all the way to season 6. 

When everyone finds out about the Buffy/Spike relationship, they don’t handle it well as is expected but the other scoobies are more hurt that she wouldn’t trust them (willow) but Xander takes Buffy’s pain and confusion and turmoil and turns it into something that’s about him. He ridicules Buffy and treats her like shit because Buffy chose yet another guy over him. It’s been six seasons and he’s STILL not over his “friend zoned” phase. 

They’re adults and he whines and moans about how she will never date/fuck him. And when Xander broke up with Anya and she went into her vengeance demon self again, Buffy made it very clear that if Anya killed someone, she would stop her by killing her if necessary and again he treated Buffy like shit, saying could she do it if it was someone she loved when fun fact, Buffy did exactly that. In season 2, Buffy killed Angel right as he turned good again when he was the love of her life. 

All of this and the fact that Xander cheated on Cordelia and felt nothing while doing so, the way he always looked down on Spike when spike spent months helping the scoobies after Buffy’s death, the fact that he left Anya at the altar, and that disgusting dream he had about willow and Tara fucking him just ugh.  

I am a huge Dumbledore fan, I have loved him ever since the start of the series and I love him even more at the end. And I get furious when people blame him for things that aren’t his fault and hate him for things that he didn’t do. I especially hate bashing of any kind especially when they try to make Dumbledore be evil. He has his flaws but I’ll defend him to the death most of the time, out of all the HP characters he’s my baby.

However, the one thing I keep thinking about is the whole Willow/Werewolf prank. As much as I love Dumbledore, I can’t get over this. Every time I think about it I feel bad for Snape and find myself going “Albus…WTF?!” I can defend Dumbledore from a lot of accusations using canon, but I CANNOT defend this. Albus, what the hell? Snape isn’t my favorite but he’s still a kid who almost died! Merlin’s beard, man, what were you thinking?! Now I love Sirius to pieces, but his little ass needed to get expelled or locked up for that crap. JK Rowling, I keep thinking about this scene and I need you to come up with an explanation for this, something so I can get it out of my head. Unfortunately, this confession may attract Dumbledore bashers (I pray not), I will always love him. But gods dammit if this scene doesn’t make me want to throttle him. What was his reason? I really need a canon reason why this happened, and a good one. The whole “he favored Gryffindor” deal that haters use isn’t good enough for me. Nobody favors a house to that extent, it’d be bad business.

Identity - A Star Wars Story - Part One

Request : Hi! Your blog is awesomeness just like you. Could I request you doing a Luke/Leia/ reader fic were Anakin and Padmè had triplets instead of twins? Could you write that the reader somehow ended up in Jyn’s dads care? She’s force sensitive and helps Jyn and Cassian, but gets captured by Vader and Y/N Skywalker’s true identity is revealed. Thank you so much but if I you can’t then it’s totally fine.

I took a spin on this one. It will be a series of I don’t know how many parts yet. I basically follow the main story of Rogue One, but changed with different characters and slightly shortened. There’s a touch of Cassian X Reader cause he’s me space babe and I couldn’t help it.

Thank you kindly my friend who requested this! ;) !!

Part One


“Yes…three of them there are. Separate them we must, protect them from the Dark side.”

“Me and my wife have always wanted a little girl. I shall take her to Alderaan.”

“I will take the boy to Tatooine.”

“Return him to his family you will.”

“The Skywalker’s will be pleased.”

“What of the other child?”

“I know of a brave and smart man, Galen Erso, he has a family. The child will be safe with him.”

“This man, do you trust Senator Organa?”

“Yes, Master Yoda.”

“Very well. It’s settled.”

“May the Force be with us all.”


What was so nice about living near an ocean was that the sunsets seemed to go on forever. The night skies that appeared after were vast and full of stars. You and your family would watch the sunset each evening. Your mother and father would sit in the sand watching you and your sister, Jyn, play in the sand. After a meal on the beach, your papa would tell you about every planet he had been to, listing off the name of each star. You would sit in awe of his knowledge while Jyn and mama would collect shells to make into toys. Those were the nights you looked forward to the most, those evening on the beach.

That was all now a distant memory. As you opened your eyes, the truck bounced with the unruly terrain. Your head shook in time with the wheel’s movements. The restraints binding your hands rubbed, making the skin irritated. It wasn’t just you in the truck either, as you turned your head to look Jyn. Her stare was cold as she observed the other passengers. When she saw that you were done daydreaming, she looked into your eyes with the gaze an older sister would have. You were about to speak, when the truck jolted. The stormtroopers grumbled, getting up to see caused the break in travel. Suddenly, the door to the cargo hold blew open and a flood of rebels entered. The stormtroopers were down before they could even fire a blast. You shrunk back into your seat, but Jyn looked out to the rebels. One of them came up, undoing your restraints, then Jyn’s. He mumbled something to Jyn, and then she pushed him back, fighting her way out of the truck. You quickly followed her, trying to avoid getting hit by the rebels that were running away from your sister. Jyn swiftly jumped out, but with a clunking sound, she fell to the ground. You peered out of the exit and saw a large imperial droid. He looked down at Jyn then to you and said,

“Congratulations! You’re being rescued!”

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Crooked Chapter 8

Summary:Big Bang Mafia AU-

Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6  Chapter 7

When the members of Kwon Ji Yong’s men take up a deal with the Italian mob, they think kidnapping one young woman will be a piece of cake. But all isn’t as it seems, and soon Ji Yong is realizing that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew…..

Disclaimer : Rated M for violence, and eventual smut.

A/N: Sorry again for the late update, my moving plans aren’t going….well as planned.

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fic: forget your perfect offering

I wanted Carol to wear a pretty dress (this is the one I was thinking of, in case anyone’s interested), and then this happened. If you’re expecting any sort of plot or wildness like that, please don’t even click the read more, because you’ll be so disappointed as it’s pretty much allllll smush (with a tiny bit of angst). Idk, apparently I just have ~7k worth of random feelings about them is all.

The title is from Leonard Cohen’s ‘Anthem,’ which is one of my favorite songs in this universe.

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anonymous asked:

Have you heard of the hc that when Tim "dies" Damian is the only one beliving that he's still alive? And all he does his trying to find him. The rest of the batfam don't belive him of course but at the end Damian saves Tim (then they bond and Damian finally sees Tim as a brother). I think I fell in love with this hc

Okay. So as much as I roll my eyes at Tim’s “death”, I too really like this headcanon. If only because it offers the perfect opportunity for some sort of reconciliation between Tim and Damian.

But on the other hand, I kind of feel like one of the flaws in the whole Tim death story arc is that, once again, everyone seems to accept Tim’s death too quickly? I mean… Bruce travelled back in time… “but yeah, no, Timothy, my son, is definitely dead. The evidence is all there in his blood spattered suit and staff. There’s no doubt about it. Time to erect a monument to his bravery. Rest well my soldier…”

I also especially don’t think DICK would make the same mistake of not believing a brother in that way again, after the whole Red Robin debacle. So I think he would absolutely take Damian’s side and together they would work on convincing the family to search for him. (I think Steph in particular would brush away her tears and be all like “okay bitch let’s do this, where do we start?”

Still, I think the fact that it is /Damian/ who initiated the questioning and the search for Tim is very very important, and I think that would mean a hell of a lot to Tim when they find/rescue him.

Alas, I’m afraid it is yet another missed opportunity by the writers… :( if the comics had played out this way, I would definitely be keeping up with this arc more I think.

Love you nonetheless

Title: Love you nonetheless

Pairing: Joffrey Baratheon x female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: h/c (Joff’s an ass as always)

Request: Hey! If it’s not too much trouble, could I request a jealous/protective Joffrey? Maybe like the reader likes Joffrey but thinks he likes someone else/deserves better, so they back off and eventually try to move on with someone else (despite still loving Joffrey) and he gets really jealous? Thank you so much 😊❤ ((sorry if that’s too specific))

A/n: Don’t know if I really fulfilled the request. If you aren’t happy just message me and I try again J

Despite knowing the young king and his obvious flaws you had fallen for him. You couldn’t point the exact moment or what it was, you only knew there was no way back. The way your heart beat a little faster at the sight of him or the way your eyes would always scan the room to find him, you wouldn’t change it. Even though it rationally wasn’t smart. Loving a spoiled, cruel boy like your king wasn’t wise or even rational, but your heart wouldn’t have it any other way. The heart wants what the heart wants, you mother always used to say. She had been a smart woman even though you could barely remember her. She passed away when you were quite young.

Loving Joffrey confronted you with all the struggles life could throw at a young girl. He wasn’t just any boy, not just a prince, Joffrey was king. And technically engaged. You hadn’t like Sansa Stark the moment you met her. She was pretty and all ladylike, but you also found her pretty stupid and dull at the same time. Sure it was probably jealously, but you couldn’t help it.

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Advice I Wish I Got When I Was Younger

- You don’t need to grow up so fast, you’re only a kid for 18 years, then you’ll have all the time in the world to be an adult

- Those other kids you’re afraid of talking to because “you’re not cool enough” aren’t judging you. Nobody is judging you except for you.

- School counselors are there to help you, it’s okay to ask them for help and they aren’t as bad as everyone says they are.

- You don’t have to figure out what you want to do immediately, it may take you until after college or even longer to find what you want to do.

- Nothing is permanent unless you make it permanent (friendships, relationships, etc.) it’s your choice

- If you’re struggling to make friends, don’t worry, it took Dan Howell 18 years to find his best friend, and I know you’ll find someone deserving of you eventually

- Don’t be afraid to tell people no, or they’ll continue walking over you

- If you feel ugly, you’re not. Everyone is insecure and has flaws they worry about, and you’re beautiful.

- Some kids just try to find drama wherever they are, and if they suck you into it somehow, just try to act rational and if they still are giving you a hard time, first confront them about it, then seek help. (some people are assholes, and I know it isn’t fair, but there’s nothing you can do about them unfortunately, except stand your ground and be a good person)

- Sleep is important, it’s better for you to stop studying, go to sleep, and study in the morning than to study all night.

- You’re going to graduate in just a few years, then you have the rest of your life ahead of you so, if you’re struggling currently don’t worry, there’s more to life than what you see now.

If you have anything to add on go ahead! Also feel free to message or send in asks if you ever need advice or help, I’ll be here to listen, and if you want, to give you the best advice I can.

Phone Numbers:

  • Adolescent Suicide Hotline
  • Adolescent Crisis Intervention & Counseling Nineline
  • Domestic Violence Hotline
  • Drug & Alcohol Treatment Hotline
  • Eating Disorders Center
  • Family Violence Prevention Center
  • Gay & Lesbian National Hotline
    1-888-THE-GLNH (1-888-843-4564)
  • Gay & Lesbian Trevor HelpLine Suicide Prevention
  • Healing Woman Foundation (Abuse)
  • Post Abortion Trauma
  • Project Inform HIV/AIDS Treatment Hotline
  • Rape, Abuse, Incest, National Network (RAINN)
    1-800-656-HOPE (1-800-656-4673)
  • Runaway Hotline
  • Self-Injury Hotline SAFE
    (Self Abuse Finally Ends)
    1-800-DONT CUT (1-800-366-8288)
  • Sexual Assault Hotline
  • STD Hotline
  • Suicide Prevention Lifeline
  • Suicide & Crisis Hotline
  • Suicide Prevention - The Trevor HelpLine
    (Specializing in gay and lesbian youth suicide prevention).
  • Teen Helpline
  • Victim Center
    1-800-FYI-CALL (1-800-394-2255)
  • Youth Crisis Hotline

Don’t hesitate to call these if you need to.

Anyway I love paladin Danse and I am also completely capable of realising that he is a shit and problematic, I get angry at him a lot pre-bb, and I completely understand why people may choose not to like him at all. His constant spouting of brotherhood bigotry is hard to swallow, his ‘shoot first ask questions later’ default stance comes across as extremely threatening. The list goes on and we all know the details.

However, I am also capable of realising how he changes and grows as a character, how (shitty writing and rushed quest aside) he becomes neutral on things he once hated, and how in-depth his character is if you actually spend a lot of time with him (not hating innocent ghouls, showing that his morals and beliefs do differ from what the brotherhood teaches him, loving it when you help settlements and people just trying to get by every day etc)

I love him because he’s not perfectly good, because the brotherhood is all the isolated synth with memories of being an orphan has known and therefore all he believes. I love him because he listens to the sole survivor and tries to change his mindset on things, even if it’s difficult and he still feels conflicted. I love him because he battles on, even though he has incredibly low self-esteem, even though he is obviously unwell through trauma, even when he finds out he is the thing he has been brought up to hate. I love him because if Bethesda had bothered to change aspects of his character post-bb (like they did after caits personal quest), then we would likely see a character trying desperately to leave the brotherhood behind and accept himself, become a better person, and help the Commonwealth as best he could.

Danse is flawed, extremely flawed, but he’s a well-written, complex character. We can go through our lives only believing there are black and white personalities for characters to have, that we must only like the 'good’ characters, but like real people they have the ability to grow and change. That is ultimately why I love Danse - he’s misguided and problematic, maybe even brainwashed, but his true morals and personality reveal themselves as his story progresses, and this is all thanks to your Soles actions.

“Problematic” characters who are forced to reassess all they believe and think and work hard to change it as a result are some of my favourites. Don’t dismiss fans for liking these characters, because some of us see ourselves in them more often than not, because some of us have worked hard to change what we believe and think to become what we are now.

namjoon; philospophies to a drunk confession (4/7)

when he gets drunk, and starts confessing;; kim namjoon / 1145 

Whoever who gave Namjoon the idea to drown himself in alcohol thinking his troubles would be washed away, should be shot in the fucking ass.

You groan every passing second the car in front of you comes to stop, slowing down for no reason despite the traffic light being green. There was no easier way to go about this nor was the phonecall that got through with Jimin’s voice begging for you to take the said leader home. He must’ve gotten drunked up again, too many shots and booze swimming through his veins, infused in his system until he’s a goner.

Man, if only you weren’t the name saved as his first speed dial right after his parents.

Upon reaching the club, you can’t even be more grateful that your task was cut short when Jimin’s standing there with Taehyung and oh God. No, not you, God.

“Holy shit, how much did you guys let him get to?”

“Um… I think…” Jimin tries to buy time, maybe to cook up some other cock and bull story but Taehyung fesses, “F-Four bottles of—“

“Four?! His limit is two! And a half if he wants to feel like death the next morning,” You threaten to give the both of them a beating but when Namjoon lulls his head backward with a whine that it hurts, you decide to put it on hold and motion them to your car. They walk bring Namjoon around to the backseat because you are not going to try to keep him still in the passenger seat while battling for your lives on the road. They flop him through the door and this tall, dimpled man grows accustom to your car, curling up and leaning his back against the leather cushions with a Cheshire grin. You make sure his foot doesn’t get caught in the way before you slam the door and with a look on your face meant to kill, Jimin and Taehyung naturally turn around, allowing a smack on their backs.

The clap echoes down the street along with their cries. Jimin tries to rub the sore area, spinning back to pout at you, “That hurt!”

“Shut up, she’s going to hit us again if you complain!” Taehyung huffs, poking at Jimin’s temple.

With a sigh, you reach to rub their heads for an apology before saying, “Get home safely, alright? I’ll take care of him and bring him to practice tomorrow,”

They quickly muster up their thanks before you usher them to head back to where they were having fun until Namjoon probably started quoting what Aristotle would say back in the day or something related to a current author he’s reading nowadays. Something Murakami? You’re not too sure, either but hey, anything to keep him from doing ridiculous things. The drive back home had been rather pleasant; he was soundly taking a rest, mumbling from time to time but just as you try to haul him up to your apartment, hell breaks lose and he’s talking your ear off.

You think, in the timespan of five minutes of bringing him up and through the door, he had said at least a thousand words (you wish you were exaggerating). It doesn’t let up with all the bombastic words he pulls out, flashy words, longass ones you’ve never heard of before as you juggle him leaning against you while locking the door. This should be an event in the Olympics—how well you can tend to a drunk person while getting home safely.

You give up completely and bring him to the bedroom. At the creak, his eyes seem to take in his surroundings and he chuckles. Gosh his breath reeks of alcohol and you’re sure to give him a nice word in the morning but for now, you let him be and conquer your bed. He rolls to his back and he’s giddy as ever, grinning from ear to ear as he manages to look at you with all his effort. Sitting by his side, he automatically curls to you for comfort. His head nested on your thigh, his half-lidded eyes staring up to you when you tip your chin down.

“Do you know what’s the word back in the day that men created when they couldn’t find anything else to be more specific to compliment a lady on her features?” You’re surprised he’s managing so far in his words but hey, who would’ve thought, Namjoon. Your hand strokes through his hair, past his forehead and resting by his cheek when he groans out of the sparks kissing his skin at your touch. “What is it?” You play along, anything to get him to talk himself to sleep, really.

“Beautiful. That’s exactly what you are. I keep thinking that one day I’d find you ugly; maybe when you sneeze or something or fall off your butt but the more I keep trying to find flaws in you, I mean, which I have but I’m not going to say it exactly per se. I mean, I think even if you murdered—“you, if you don’t stop speaking Namjoon”—someone I’d still think you’re the most amazing person out there and did you know I’ve written some of my songs about you? Maybe you have noticed or maybe you have not because you’re blur as fuck sometimes but—“

What are you trying to say, Namjoon?” It’s curt and short, snapping him off because if this was supposed to be sweet, he’s not really good at getting to that point. Even when he’s sober. Much worse when he’s four bottles of whatever in.

“I like you…” He murmurs, voice deflated and faltering, syllables idly floating around your mind and kissing your ears as they sound pleasant. As you manage to get your phone with him muffling the words against your stomach, you guide him back to look at you as your thumb presses the record button, “Sorry, Namjoon. I didn’t quite get that. Could you repeat it?”

“I—fucking—Kim Namjoon, like the fuck out of you,” He deadpans, his eyes dark and the cloudiness of being drunk dissolves for a moment. It’s to the point where he stares right at your phone lens, as if he’s trying to prove a point, “I like you so much, it’s driving me insane. I like you so much, I thought drinking would do the trick to not think of you but look at me, even now I can picture your face so clearly, so realistic and… fuck, I like you so much…”

The last words Namjoon succeeds in getting out is I like you before he completely passes out on your lap. Before you let the recording come to an end, you reach down to plant a kiss on his forehead, the words murmuring not too long after: I like you too, Namjoon-ah.

The Burden Revealed

Nesta discovers what part of Cassian’s past haunts him. And it comes in the form of a dreamer with bright brown eyes.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

“Now that was some good pizza!” Feyre said after finishing her last slice.

“It’s too bad Elain had to meet up with her group for a school project,” Mor shut the empty pizza box and went to place it near the trash bin.

“She’ll be happy that we saved her a couple slices though,” Nesta stretched her legs out under the table. After consuming the delicious pizza it made her long for the cozy bed that awaited back at her apartment.

“You know what sounds good right about now?” Feyre leaned back in her chair with her hand rubbing circles over her stomach. “Cassian’s brownies with powdered sugar would be the perfect dessert.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Mor laughed as she returned to the table. “Now you’re making me want to call Cassian and force him to deliver some to us!”

The abrupt mention of Cassian made Nesta startle. She hadn’t been able to forget the words he spoke to her at the dog park. They constantly kept popping up in her mind and it was becoming meddlesome.

“Just know that we all make mistakes Nesta and sometimes the price of those mistakes linger for the rest of our lives.”

What sort of mistake still haunted him? Cassian didn’t appear to be the type to let history plague the present. He lived for the moment and didn’t let anyone stop him from enjoying even the most mundane activities. So why did he suddenly become closed off from her? Usually Nesta was the one with walls to defend herself, but with Cassian it was as if someone had doused his spirit.

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71. Rob Holding

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

It was the Arsenal Foundation annual dinner today and I was accompanying Rob. It was the second club event I went too, since me Rob started dating. We had a car picking us up soon and we we’re trying to get ready before the car actually got here.

“Y/N” I hear Rob call from outside of our bedroom.

“Yeah?” I answer, as I finished zipping my dress up on the side, before looking in the mirror to make sure that my hair was still in place.

“Alex, would be here soon. Have you nearly finished?” He walked into the room and stopped in his tracks and stared at me. I looked at him, wondering if I had something on the dress.

“Are you going out dressed like that?” He asked, before raising an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong with this?” I frowned, looking in the mirror, trying to find the flaw of the dress.

“Nothing, But don’t you think it’s too much?” Rob asked me, as he fixed his tie. 

“Well, it is formal…Do you want me to change?” I roll my eyes. Annoyed at the fact I spent majority of the afternoon picking the perfect dress. Crossing my arms across my chest.

Rob just shook his head. “No, it’s okay. Alex and the car will be here soon” He says checking his phone.

“Okay, 2 minutes” I say as I waited for him to leave the room. Looking back at myself in the mirror admiring myself in the dress as Rob made me concious of wearing it. Picking my jacket and clutch off the bed before leaving the room.

I walked into the room to find Alex and Rob talking. “Ready” I say re-ajusting my heels as I look at the boys. “You sure you want to go out like that Rob?” I noticed he had no shoes on his feet yet.

“Looking good, Y/N” Alex compliments, as we walk out of the flat. 

“Thank you, at least someone agrees with my dress choice” I say with a hint of teasing.

Rob rolled his eyes and explained to Alex about his comment and they started to joke.