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The Time I Pushed a Jerkface off a 35ft Cliff(With Good Reason)

Before we start off let me be clear. I did not murder a man by randomly shoving him off a cliff. Technically, I actually had permission, but still not murder. Chill.

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So this is back in Mexico, at the same park as the Sting Ray Incident, just an hour later. Id already recovered from my near death experience and moved on from my friend nearly drowning me. I faced it, i survived, im good and not concerned.

One of the many attractions at this park was the Cliff of Courage. It’s a 35ft cliff that plunges into the water. Now, by my standards, 35ft is low for a cliff jump. Ive done way higher (adrenaline junkie) but obviously i was gonna jump just to say that I did. My parents, grandparents, and Jamie didnt want to jump. No surprise, so they went ahead to meet me on the other side of the river.

So sixteen year old me wanders over and there’s this big group of burly looking men.

Like huge

They’re all standing at the edge jostling each other around. And just by looking at them you can see they’re american. I dont even need to hear their texan accents to know.

So they’re pulling the whole macho act of “you jump i jump” “ohhh but then you wont jump” bs and just generally being chickens and not willing to show it.

And because of this they wont let anyone else jump. Like ten people came and left because these jerks wouldnt let anyone else go.

Eventually i get annoyed and snap “either jump or get out of my way!”

And the dude who is obviously the leader just turns and grins at me.

He assumed what i call the “douchebag alpha male pose” hands on hips, crotch foreward, you know the one, and you know the body language that goes with it.

He thinks he’s superior. Now this guy is the biggest of them all.

Massive biceps, raging six pack, the works. The Hulk would probaby do a double take at this dudes size.

And little me is not intimidated in the least.

I learned to fight at a very young age, especially men larger than me. I know if things turns south i can take him no problem. A few hits here and there and he’s out for the count.

He starts walking towards me, and i step forward too. He may be alpha male, but he just crossed an Alpha Female who doesnt back down from a challenge.

Strike one.

He looks over at his pals and says,

“Ohhhh, the little lady’s going to jump, is she?” And he just sneers down at me, all arrogance and misplaced confidence.

Strike two.

“Tell you what, sweetheart.” Ohhh he did not just say that. “You jump, we’ll let you push us.”

Three strikes he’s out he just made the biggest mistake of his life.

I just grin and go “ok” and turn and immediately dive over the edge. Im soaring through the air, enjoying the fall. I turn just in time to see his face go from 😏 to 😧

I smack down into the water grinning. Originally the plan was the swim across the river and meet up with my family, but i am cashing in this bet. Except there’s only one way to get back up to that cliff from here

I scale the side of the cliff with the rope and I can hear them chatting nervously up top

I pop up over the edge and prop myself up on the ledge with the sweetest, most steel-lined smile I can manage and say, “who’s next?”

So Alpha laughs and stands at the edge as I haul myself up. He’s laughing and assuring his buddies he’ll be back in a second cause I wont really do it and–

I straight arm him and he goes flying

He flails and plunges over the edge, shrieking in the most high pitched, terrified shriek Ive ever heard a dude bro make. He sputters to the surface and gapes up at me as I grin like a hellion down at him. I turn to the rest of his jerk buddies and smile.

Oddly enough they all jumped of their own accord

Contrary to what I think is popular opinion, men currently have and have for many years had available to them the option to feel anything they want, and in fact their feelings are often regarded as reason itself. If a man wants to say he is sad, he can not only say this but he can turn it into a selling point against which to buy social capital, as we know from the Sad Boy phenomenon of men like Drake. If men want to express anger, if they want to express even violent urges to commit violence against women, they are free to do so, as we know from the popularity of VAW-implicating lyrics in genres from pop punk (all of Fall Out Boy’s early work is about wishing women would die or drown or burn) to rap (Eminem has a very famous song about murdering the mother of his child and burying her body). If men are emotionally troubled, no matter what inexcusable methods they may use to work through this, they are allowed to portray this however they like, and often not only use this as proof of their goodness and softness as human beings but use it as a reason they should have access to women anytime they like (see friendzone nonsense). A man with feelings is a tortured genius, no matter how many people he abuses, no matter how cruel he is at his core. A woman with feelings is hysterical, a bitch, mean, a cunt, monstrous in essence. That’s important.

Religious queer men are so strong and full of love. I want every queer man who has stuck with his faith to know I am insanely proud. In the face of many who actively and loudly hate you, you have stood firm and unwavering. You have kept something so important and integral to yourself, and no one can take your faith from you. The confidence and self-assurance you display has taken so much time and work to earn, and it’s something that is truly admirable. Bless you all, and may you always feel safe actively participating in your faith.

The Groom’s Gift

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Summary: Robb carries on a Stark wedding tradition by giving his new bride a gift

Warnings: Enough fluff that you would probably knit at least one quilt out of it

Word Count: 940

Author’s Note: My first GoT and Robb Stark fic!! P.S. this is a happy fic, so that means STARK FAMILY = LIVING

***Gifs are not mine***

Originally posted by love-is-in-the-air-baby-love

Your eyes slowly drifted open, your sleep being disturbed by the first sunlight of the morning finally reaching your eyes. When you first awoke, you had nearly forgotten where you were, but the arm tightening around your waist quickly reminded you.

Beaming, you turned around to find Tully-blue eyes already staring back at you, small crinkles at the corner giving away your new husband’s cheerfulness. Still a little drowsy, you decided to close your eyes again and snuggle into Robb’s chest. He kissed your hair, and you mumbled a sleepy “good morning” in response.

That was how the two of you stayed, newlyweds cuddling as the first light of morning crept upon the walls of Winterfell. Unfortunately, despite your desire to stay in bed, breakfast was awaiting the two of you downstairs, as well as the Stark family. Your family you reminded yourself. It had only been a few days since you and Robb had been married, and you were still adjusting to the things that came with being a Stark and a wife.

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Info for HNKNA / Alice in the Country of Hearts / Clover / Diamond Rpers, fans, and anyone else who feels like it.

Just a little something I felt like putting together since there’s so much information out there that not a lot of people have access to and people like me, Harroe and Vocaotome, know far too much for our own good. So why not put it to good use? 

Warning this is RIDICULOUSLY LONG but has info on just about every aspect of Wonderland and Roleholder possible. Feel free to ask for clarification or send me asks with more info.

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Jungkook Natal Analysis

Major Planetary Analysis

Again, we are unsure of Jungkook’s exact birth time so therefore; calculating rising and midheaven are not possible. If I did have to guess, I would assume Jungkook is a leo rising based on physical appearance. So, Jungkook is a Virgo Sun + Leo Moon. Virgo suns are typically noted for being well put together, having a strong need for organization + cleanliness because they are ruled by Mercury, a planet of communication and planning. Unlike geminis, virgos are more internalized and so, they are not the ones most open to engage in conversation but they do have great analytical skills, fierce judgement capability that they are able to maneuver through personal problems or drama. However, virgos struggle with pressure. See, capricorn suns are very used to this pressure, taurus tends to avoid it, but virgos struggle working with it. They have a little voice in their head constantly telling them to do better and so, this is where that perfectionist archetype comes in. A lot of virgo suns are not shy from entertainment jobs bc this voice trains them to be the best at their craft (i.e. Beyonce and Michael Jackson, to name a few). Now, his leo moon suggests emotion wise, he can exaggerate because leos are an external sign so they are not ones to resort to isolation or keep these feelings hidden. In fact, these emotions downpour. Leo moons typically act out when they are not receiving the comfort and love that they think they deserve, particularly if they are not getting attention or reciprocated. The moon also can deal with creativity so leo moons are very creative, usually has a lot of creative passion, and being a fire sign they are able to drive ideas into action. He has a Virgo Mercury which, like I stated before, Virgo is ruled by mercury so he has a good judgement set, he also needs things organized when he plans, he may be on time to where he needs to be. HOWEVER, his mercury is retrograde. Retrogrades in astrology pertains to the energies of the planet being turned inward, causing dysfunctions and awkwardness in manifesting. He may have an acute thinking process, quirky humor, planning could be disruptive. He has a Libra Venus so he can be very romantic, flirtatious and exude well crafted charm. Venus rules Libra so there is an attractability as well as the need to be peaceful. This is also a placement of idealizing romance, so he may have a clear idea of what kind of romance he has to the point where he gets sucked into it. Venus is exalted in Pisces so there is a fantasy element attached to Venus. He may struggle knowing when to leave a relationship because he may try to make the relationship fit his fantasy at all costs. In terms of interests, they are into high value, luxury, and so on. His Scorpio Mars, makes him quite the dominant, he loves to embrace all taboos. Scorpio mars men know how to work a person’s body because again, Scorpio rules the genitals so they are able to make you orgasm quite marvelously. Scorpio Mars may want power through sex, they may also be into sadism because the sexual energy here is quite dark and compact. Scorpio mars are not outwardly aggressive like an Aries Mars, but they will retaliate once they have been pushed to the edge or  have ran out of options; therefore, they have no choice but to aggress. His mars is also in the 11th degree so he is very sexually charged, the powers here are quite enticing it and the beautiful thing is that he appears to be a good boy and reserved but in the bedroom, its a completely different story. Now, I noticed Jk has a lot of retrogrades, again this could cause dysfunctions to how these energies are expressed. His jupiter retrograde allows this so-called growth to take place internally. He may procrastinate frequently, plan and re-plan. They usually have to seek their own higher truth. He is a high spirited individual so he does not work well directly following the footsteps of other people. Saturn Retrogrades typically are incarnations; therefore, it is though they have a second chance to redo life. He signifies an old soul who has advanced far in the life path. Saturn is a harsh planet so it typically flows nicely in the retrograde position.  


Sun Conjunction Mercury signifies a person of self knowledge with very strong opinions. He knows the importance of knowledge but can be very elitist, especially with sun conjunction mercury, these people often struggle seeing the viewpoint of another person.

Moon Square Pluto signifies buried feelings and an intense emotional life. These people live for crises because that’s how they function–through intensity. They are also unconsciously elected to carry and heal wounds so there is a bruised undercurrent to the individual. He may, in fact, attract tragedy wherever he goes. He may tend to crash through and invade other people’s feelings or, in some cases, be very frightened of doing so. His motives are often concerned with establishing an intense emotional connection but he may do it with slight suspicion.

Mercury Square Pluto seeks power through language. It is a placement of where words can kill. These people are highly investigative; they creep deep into people’s business to find some sense of information that further their power. Because this is a harsh aspect, he may always be filled with suspicion, suspecting the worse of others.

Sun Square Pluto shows an importance of the self. He illuminates power and may even be obsessed with self image + identity. There could be an introverted and defensive side as well. He may fear when his identity is under threat.

Venus Square Saturn shows a serious glance at romance.  They often deny affection and if they are immersed into romance their instinct is to control it. When receiving compliments, they have a hard time accepting them, usually adding a snide remark. This could be a placement that could indicate a lack of nurturing in childhood. He may believe, though not always consciously, that it is others that dont care about him and therefore, he wont care about them. It may take him a while to understand and learn about giving and receiving. He may even attempt to make himself indispensable to his loved ones–willing to give his time and money to them. When you know he cares it is through the time and warmth he gives to someone.

gameofmarvelanddc  asked:

Do you still believe that theirs is a song of ice and fire if Jon Snow is the ice and fire himself?

At this point, we’re inclined to believe that it’s a combination of Jon and Daenerys, not just Jon–so yes, we believe that theirs is a song of ice and fire.

“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.  (Daenerys IV, ACOK)

Dany’s vision in the House of the Undying is of Rhaegar, ruminating on the prophecy he had discovered as a boy and which he thought meant he was the Prince that was Promised and then, subsequently, that his sone Aegon was the Prince that was Promised.  He believes that the song of Ice and Fire is that of the Prince that was Promised.

The problem is that Martin very much plays with how prophecy works:

“An ant who hears the words of a king may not comprehend what he is saying,” Melisandre said, “and all men are ants before the fiery face of god. If sometimes I have mistaken a warning for a prophecy or a prophecy for a warning, the fault lies in the reader, not the book. But this I know for a certainty—envoys and pardons will not serve you now, no more than leeches. You must show the realm a sign. A sign that proves your power!” (Davos V, ASOS)

“No,” the old man said. “It must be you. Tell them. The prophecy…my brother’s dream…Lady Melisandre has misread the signs. Stannis…Stannis has some of the dragon blood in him, yes. His brothers did as well. Rhaelle, Egg’s little girl, she was how they came by it…their father’s mother…she used to call me Uncle Maester when she was a little girl. I remembered that, so I allowed myself to hope…perhaps I wanted to…we all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe. Melisandre most of all, I think. The sword is wrong, she has to know that…light without heat…an empty glamor…the sword is wrong, and the false light can only lead us deeper into darkness, Sam. Daenerys is our hope. Tell them that, at the Citadel. Make them listen. They must send her a maester. Daenerys must be counseled, taught, protected. For all these years I’ve lingered, waiting, watching, and now that the day has dawned I am too old. I am dying, Sam.”  (Samwell IV, AFFC)

“Born amidst salt and smoke, beneath a bleeding star. I know the prophecy.” Marwyn turned his head and spat a gob of red phlegm onto the floor. “Not that I would trust it. Gorghan of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is…and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.” (Samwell V, AFFC)

So Martin’s clearly not setting up a prophecy to be at face value, which means that Rhaegar’s view of the Song of Ice and Fire is not so much about the true meaning of the prophecy, so much as Rhaegar’s failure in interpreting it accurately.

So yes, you can say that Jon’s is the Song of Ice and Fire, that he is of both Ice (Stark) and Fire (Targaryen), that he was born amidst salt and smoke (as people argue).  Or you can keep your mind open to the idea that it might not be just Jon, especially given that almost all of that prophetic fulfillment also has possibilities in Daenerys and, of course, 

“No one ever looked for a girl,” he said. “It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought… the smoke was from the fire that devoured Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died. He shared my belief when he was young, but later he became persuaded that it was his own son who fulfilled the prophecy, for a comet had been seen above King’s Landing on the night Aegon was conceived, and Rhaegar was certain the bleeding star had to be a comet. What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it.” Just talking of her seemed to make him stronger. “I must go to her. I must. Would that I was even ten years younger.” (Samwell IV, AFFC)

sailorcrazypinklady  asked:

The Lense eye: Can we actually see the discussion about the lineages we've been missing? Also, how is Cana going to spin that when Anakin & Obi-Wan R lineage parent-child like set up would be husbands? Like since she knows they R married ti eachother (& Padme) she obviously doesnt was to make lineages seem too neuclear family like, because ew and that will just make that OT3 marriage a mess if it ever hits the news, but like still making lineages seem like a clan? Idk, that' why your writing it!

“So, on the subject of lineages.” Cana settled on the chair by Knight Skywalker’s chair, watching him closely while trying to ignore the injured human behind her, Kenobi’s soft breath’s filling the air though if she listened close enough, she could hear a hitch in it.

Skywalker visibly perked up at the question. “Oh, you know about lineages? Its an internal thing really, you see, Jedi aren’t families in the same way its outside the temple. But we recognize ourselves as a unit still. Master’s picking padawans. Grandmaster’s and grandpadawans, sister or brother padawans…that kind of thing. We all know which linage we belong to.” The blond shifted a bit. “Personally I belong to Yoda’s linage, who trained Yan Dooku, who trained Qui-Gon Jinn, who trained Obi-Wan and who in turn trained me. And I’m now training Ahsoka Tano.” Pride etched Skywalker’s face.

Blinking in surprise, Cana’s wings fluttered and obviously something in her expression gave her away to the Jedi who frowned. “When you say Yan Dooku, do you mean as in Count Dooku?” She questioned softly, aware that the count had at one time been a Jedi but…

Anakin’s face twitched at the name then he nodded tightly. “Technically speaking, he’s my grandmaster. We… don’t like each other, even before the war. What was it he called me Obi-Wan?” He glanced at the other Jedi, brows knotting briefly when the other didn’t even lift his hand.

“An arrogant whelp I believe.” The redhead chuckled faintly, the holocam briefly turning his way before returning to Anakin.

“Right, that. He called me that before he left the Order even.” Skywalker snorted quietly.

“Forgive me for saying so but from the way you’re saying it…it does sound like your family. A large extended family full of siblings, uncles and aunts who teach the younger generation. Even grandparents.” Cana offered.

Skywalker a looked a bit lost and glanced over to Kenobi, searching for his input.

“…We don’t recognize it as family because most of us has never had it. But I guess in a manner, we are family, we grieve when we lose each other, we delight in each others accomplishment and like all families we have squabbles.” Kenobi volunteered quietly. “An outsider might look at us and just see an apprenticeship and cold distance, but… Force wielders… we speak through the Force as much as we speak with our mouths. Emotions and thoughts and for deep bonds even conversations can be exchanged in silence.”

The Jedi master shifted and then grunted in pain. “…Forgive me, I’d talk longer but I don’t think I’m honestly up for much right now.”

Cana stared at him before shaking herself. “Yes, yes of course Master Kenobi, apologies, we should have taken another time for this.”

“I don’t have a lot of down time honestly, its easier to catch me while in convalescence for interviews or talks honestly.” Obi-Wan chuckled faintly.

Infallible, always dutiful Master Kenobi, the Negotiator.

Not even well enough to sit up, bed ridden, visibly injured and out of sorts.

“Its alright Obi-Wan, leave it to me.” Anakin soothed at the other, looking like he desperately wanted to jump out of bed and move to the others side but too injured himself to really leave the bed even if he could sit up.

“I believe we have what we need for this shot of the documentary gentlemen. Please don’t strain yourselves on our account.” Cana fluttered up. “We’ll return to another interview another time. We all wish you both speedy recoveries.”

Anakin gave her a wry grin and waved at them with his hand before perking up when a healer entered the room. “May I make a suggestion Miss Cana?” He asked as the healer went for Kenobi first to give him his painkiller.

“Yes of course.”

“If you want to know more about being out in the fields and more about the clones, you should track down my padawan, Ahsoka Tano, she says a lot with my men while on Coruscant and I’m sure they’d be able to tell you more about working with Jedi.” His grin was friendly.

On the bed, Obi-Wan hummed, a drowsy sort of noise from the speedy painkillers working away at him as the healer moved on to Knight Skywalker. “And if you can, I’d interview Master Yoda…”

“I’ll see what I can manage, thank you for the suggestion Master Kenobi, Knight Skywalker.”

anonymous asked:

Could you do Bruce little sister, maybe eight years younger then him, dating Barry Allen and Bruce getting all protective??

Trying to figure out exact ages had been a challenge 😂 thus why ages aren’t really mentioned much! My head was spinning by the time I tried to figure out if I wanted to go with nu52 or birthright but I am roughly putting Barry in his late twenties-early thirties. And Bruce is in his late thirties. So reader/batsis may be around about the same age as Barry! (Also there was a similar request asking for bat-aunt dating Barry!)

Bruce keeps his eyes locked on you and you fold your arms across your chest. You are certainly not going to back down! At least not when it concerns your love life.

Bruce steps closer to you. “When were you planning on telling me that you are dating Barry, Y/N?” Bruce does not know whether to be mad at you for ignoring his earlier warnings or if he wants to be mad at Barry for even thinking of going out with you.

“If it was up to me, you probably would not be hearing about it anytime soon!” You huff indignantly. Bruce has always been really protective over you. Given the fact that you are younger than him and is his little sister and only living blood, you can understand why he would be but you are now well in your late twenties! You can very much take care of yourself but unfortunately, Bruce just cannot seem to see that.

“What do you mean?” He asks gruffly, stopping right beside you.

You uncross your arms to motion your hand in Bruce’s general direction. “This.” You stare at him incredulously. Bruce cocks his head to the left, prompting you to continue. “You always have this notion that I need to be protected all the time and every single time I tell you I am in a relationship with someone, a few days or a week later, all of them broke up with me!”

Technically it had not really been your brother’s fault. You had found out much later that most of who you had been seeing were only with you because you are Y/N Wayne, the little sister of Bruce Wayne. That or they broke up with you because you did not want to put out.

Bruce narrows his eyes at you. “You know the reasons behind those.” He does not even bother denying your accusations: there had been some truth behind your words after all. “I have been trying to keep you away from any of us, Y/N. It’s dangerous, we are dangerous and even Barry is dangerous.”

You shake your head. “I am well aware of this, Bruce. The moment our parents were murdered, by just having the name ‘Wayne’ is already a clear sign for being in danger.” You refute. “Barry may be dangerous but you know he is one of the greatest men you have ever worked with and you also know that he will try his hardest to keep me safe, like you do, Bruce.”

Bruce’s eyes soften slightly and he lets out a sigh. As much as he is really against you dating Barry, he also knows Barry can take care of you very well too.

You place your hand on Bruce’s arm. “Please, Bruce. I really like Barry and this is the happiest I have ever been.” You let the words slip from your mouth and you finally see Bruce’s resolve cracking when he turns to look at you before nodding his head curtly.

“I may not be happy about this but since it makes you happy, since he makes you happy then I will support you. Just as how you have supported me, Y/N.” Bruce finally relents and as soon as he finishes talking, you immediately throw yourself in to his embrace, laughing happily in to his shoulders. Bruce wraps his arms around you, a warm smile present on his face.

“Thank you so much, Bruce! You are the best big brother anyone could ever ask for!” You pull back with a grin on your face.

Your moments are cut short when a knock sounded and Barry peeks his head in. Bruce and you turn to look at him and since you are still in Bruce’s arms, you can feel him tensing up slightly.

“Is it safe to come in now?” Barry asks and you smile, nodding your head. Barry grins at you before letting himself in to Bruce’s office. You pat your big brother soothingly on the chest before he releases you.

Barry walks to meet you halfway and is about to drop a kiss on your lips when he sees Bruce staring at the two of you. He clears his throat and gives his friend a sheepish smile.

“I don’t care if you are the fastest man alive but if you ever hurt her, Allen, I swear to God, I will put a stop to you.” Bruce warns grouchily and Barry nods his head.

“I am a man of my words.” Barry tells Bruce before wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you to him. You wrap your arm around his body in return. “For as long as I live, I will make sure to keep Y/N safe and happy.”

The two most important men in your lives continued to stare at each other before Bruce finally nods his head. Barry lets the grin stretch widely.

“Alright. Now that that is settled, get out of my office and have fun on your date. Or whatever.” Bruce orders, walking towards his desk.

Your eyes follow Bruce’s and when he turns to look at you, you blow him a kiss causing him to smirk. “Thank you, Bruce! I will call you later.” He nods his head and Barry and you leaves his office once Barry is done exchanging a few words with your brother.

Barry pulls you over to a secluded corner before placing both of his hands on your face. He leans down to capture your lips and your knees shake as you kiss him back. When Barry pulls back you almost pout. “I have been wanting to do that all day, Y/N.”

Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother, at the funeral of her late husband King George VI on 15 February 1952. 

I want to send this message of thanks to a multitude of people - to you who, from all parts of the world, have been giving me your sympathy and affection throughout these dark days. I want you to know how your concern for me has upheld me in my sorrow, and how you have made me by your wonderful tributes to my dear husband, a great and noble King. No man had a deeper sense than he of duty and of service, and no man was more full of compassion for his fellow-men. He loved you all, every one of you, most truly. That, you know, was what he always tried to tell you in his yearly message at Christmas; that was the pledge he took at the sacred moment of his coronation fifteen years ago. Now I am left alone, to do what I can to honour that pledge without him. 

Throughout our married life we have tried, the King and I, to fulfil with all our hearts and all our strength the great task of service that was laid upon us. My only wish now is that I may be allowed to continue the work that we sought to do together. 

I commend to you our dear daughter: give her your loyalty and devotion: in the great and lonely station to which she has been called she will need your protection and your love. 

God bless you all; and may He in his wisdom guide us safely to our true destiny of peace and good will.

Kiss You Again (WayHaught College AU)

Pairing: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

Rating: T

Summary: Nicole finds an important note that was left in the library book she just checked out and does a little sleuthing to find out who it belongs to. (Hint: it’s Waverly)

Based on a prompt from @alycidebnam


Nicole Haught has been patiently waiting for the 16th of the month, because that’s when the book she needs from the library is due to be returned.  Her paper is due on the 20th, so that gives her just enough time to…skim through it for a couple of talking points, and maybe pull out a couple of choice quotes. She’s hoping for a B+ at this rate.

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Noir Nocturne Part 1 Chapter 9 Hullooooo Rhea B.

Dougal was the first to awaken when the guard returned a few hours later. He felt disorientated but not anxious. It still felt more like a dream than anything else. He was a practical man however and understood this was his new reality. Whatever it took to survive this well, he would do. Perhaps he would get back to Scotland sooner rather than later but it wasn’t uppermost on his mind. Claire was.

He was highly curious about the time and place they found themselves in. How did the people here make do? He decided to put off his questions of the past for another day. She would know what had happened. He wanted her help with the present now though. He’d have to wake her, whether Jamie liked it or no.

He noted when the guard went back up the steps that it was still dark outside but dawning. Time to be about it then. He quietly made his way to her side and shook her shoulder. “Claire, time to wake lass. Will ye help wi the dressing? The Nun didna tell us anything ye ken? She just picked it and handed it over.”

Dougal was not happy to see her cozied up to Jamie’s side. He tried not to think about the fact that he had arranged this marriage or that they seemed to be drawing closer because of it. He knew, now, and probably even then, she was too good for the likes of this boy. She deserved a man such as himself. He would just have to arrange for her to see it as well. He could make himself the more needed man, of that he was sure.

“Dougal for heaven’s sake, it’s just a pair of breeks, a shirt and a jacket, with a belt and a tie. Oh, alright maybe you might need help with the tie and the purpose of the undergarments, but did you have to wake me up for it?” Claire groused as she sat up.

Dougal noted her shift as the blanket fell away and smiled at her as he took in her tousled appearance. “Well now, and how long does it take ye to tame those curls of a morning? I dinna think I e’re noticed just how much hair ye have lass. Tis bonny.”

“Dougal just what in the hell do ye think yer doin man?” Jamie, who had taken his dirk from beneath his head,when he heard the guard come down the stairs, said as he sat up next to Claire. “If my wife is sleeping it’s no yer place to be waking her with compliments.” He frowned, pointing his dirk at Dougal’s face whilst covering Claire up to her nose in blanket with his other hand.

Claire laughed and pushed the dirk back down, along with the cover and stood up slowly. “Dougal head to the sink and wash up with this and then I will see to your attire and everyone else’s” she said, collecting a towel and the soap from the kit bag. “We can’t be walking the streets looking like dirty ragamuffins you fool. Get the worst of the dirt off your face, neck and hands and I’ll be right there.”

He gave her a long look in the lightening room, appreciating her unembarrassed form. “Well, just so then.” He said, turning on his heel and calling to the other men. “Wake up lads, Claire wants us presentable.” He deliberately did not say “Mrs. Fraser”. He wouldn’t give Jamie the satisfaction. Presumptuous pup. Thinking he needed reminding, did he?

He spent a moment flipping the light switch before he got down to the business at hand. Amazing really. He didn’t care about privacy, so he didn’t shut the door behind him. Thinking himself a fine figure of a man who hadn’t lost his own form, he had no issues with letting anyone see what he was about. He took his time cleaning up and then selected the attire she said from his own pile and waited for her.

“You don’t tuck the breeks into your boots. There should be an undershirt there to use before the shirt. These are underwear, called boxers, put them on before the pants. Stop looking at me like that Angus! They are necessary. This is the jacket to match and this tie will do.” Claire said, heading to Murtagh’s pile next and selecting his garments then Angus’s before heading back to Jamie’s. “We will need to get you all shoes as well as haircuts today. Men only wear their boots for working now and hair is kept short. Most men won’t have beards either. We shouldn’t draw too much notice. Let me use the washroom next please, so I can help with the ties after I get dressed. Also, there is food in this pack from the Priest, be sure to eat something before we head out. I don’t know if the guard has a vehicle and we may have another long walk ahead.”

Claire was back to her healer tone Dougal noted. He admired that as well. He would never tell her that though. Wouldn’t want her thinking he liked or wanted a woman telling him what to do. With much harrumphing and grumbling, the men dressed and took their turns after Claire in the washroom. He watched as she had Jamie hold up a blanket so she could dress behind it.

“Jesus Claire! You aren’a wearing that!” he heard Jamie say furiously after a few minutes. The he let out a string of profanity in the Ghalidgh that she couldn’t possibly understand. Curious to see her and what the fuss was about, Dougal made his way back to them. Claire had on what looked to be a belted, flowered shift and she was showing her fine legs! They seemed to shine and her shoes were heeled and red, not the slipper kind he was used to seeing. She was pushing her hair up into a hat that looked to be made of straw and flopped down on one side. It had a large red ribbon behind the brim.

Dougal laughed loudly. “Tis a bit like the shift Murtagh found you in, I like it.” Jamie dropped all pretense at sense after hearing this and shoved him. He shoved him back, twice as hard. “If you do that again, I’ll put you on your arse you idiot.” He said while holding a hand out to Claire.  “Let’s head up and see what this day is bringing…”

He didn’t see the punch coming because he was too focused on her. It took him square in the jaw and swung his head to the far right. He tasted blood and spun back to Jamie, reaching for his throat. He felt Angus and Murtagh rushing in from behind to join what promised to be a fine brawl.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt CHRIST! That will be just about enough of that! You didn’t clean up just to roll around in the dirt. Scotsmen! Hard headed, ridiculous, childlike, overgrown boys!  I am not going to referee while you all beat the snot out of each other. I won’t. I will leave and take the maps and money with me, just watch me.” Claire, clearly losing her own temper, said before she picked up her bag and a smaller leather looking one and crossed to the steps.

“I will give you five minutes to collect your things and come upstairs before I wash my hands of the lot of you and find my own way without you.”

The men all watched as she stomped up the stairs, still muttering under her breath.

“Nah, never happen. I know she wilna leave us. Try not to look so crestfallen Jamie. She’s just talking, like women do, ya ken?” Murtagh said while heading to his items and bundling them all back up.

Angus spit in Jamie’s general direction and winked at Dougal. “You reckon they all dress like that now?”

“I hope so lad, I most assuredly hope so.” Dougal went back to his own items and found the hat. Placing it on his head, he picked up his bundle and followed Claire. He had no doubt she would gladly leave them all behind.


Murtagh did not mind the clothes so much but was distinctly unhappy when Claire told them to hide all their weapons. “I willna.”

“You will unless you want to be arrested for menacing. Now come here and let me tie your tie.” She frowned at him and rearranged the collar and tiny buttons at the top of his shirt. “I’ll teach you how to do this yourself later. The guard should be back any moment. Tuck your hair up into your hat. Yes, like that.”

The sun was high enough for them to get a good look at their surroundings while they waited. It wasn’t long though before they saw him coming back to fetch them. Murtagh noticed Jamie rolling his sword into one of the bundles and handed his over, but he put his dirk back behind on his belt, under his jacket. “Just in case eh lad?”

“Right. I moved my dagger to my sock, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her or us.” Jamie said grinning at him.

Murtagh thought he still looked a bit sour, but knew that he would collect himself shortly into his normal demeanor. Jamie could be counted on in any number of ways, but what he admired most about his godson was his ability to hide what was going on in his mind and just get on with it. It took skill, that. It made him proud that he was so competent, so young, a fine braw lad.

“it will be a bit of a squeeze getting you all into the car, but I’ll think we’ll manage it.” The guard said pleasantly. “Mrs. Barnett’s BH is it? Father McDaniel sure knows how to pick ‘em, I’ll give him that.” He shook his head and started up the risers. “Come on, days a wasting and I have to get home to the Mrs. before she sends out a search party.”

Murtagh looked to Claire and raised a brow “Car?” he mouthed.

“I’m Claire Fraser. Thank you so much for helping us out Mr.?” she said while walking just behind the guard. She looked back at the men and placed a finger to her lips while shaking her head no.

“Oh, Tommy Flanigan, at your service, Ma’am. I’d do anything for the Priest, he’s that good a man.” He said as he tipped his hat to her. Murtagh liked that touch. He’d have to remember it.

They reached the top of the bowl and were walking back to the road when Claire said “what a lovely automobile Mr. Flanigan. What model is it?”

“It’s a Ford Model A. I’m right proud of it. You climb in the back with two of the fellas and I’ll make shift to get the other two up front with me. Plenty of room in the well for your bundles.”

Murtagh climbed in beside her while Jamie took the other side. Angus sat next to Tommy with Dougal half sideways trying to figure out how to shut the door again.  He wondered if the others felt as queasy as he did. He closed his eyes and said a quick prayer for protection, before studying Claire again to see what her reaction was to this car thing.

She was unfazed, of course. He had to admit to himself a growing attachment to her ever since the wedding. She had seemed strange to him more often than not, but now she seemed solid enough. He had made her Fae Folk in his own mind, or a Gypsy enchantress come to ensorcell them all. He knew she wasn’t, but some of that lingered. Now, Jamie was completely captured by her. With disgust, Murtagh realized the lad’s adoration was bleeding into his own veins. Only time would tell if they were all fools about who and what she was.

He would just have to wait it out. His job, as he saw it, was to protect Jamie. If she were to prove untrue or dangerous to his godson, he would do what needed to be done. There was no grey moral area for him about it. He didn’t think like that.


Claire was happy to have the time in the car to collect her thoughts and watch all their reactions as they took in the sights and sounds of this new world. She thought they were doing well, all things considered. They were maintaining their quiet, calm demeanors, even though they must be near to bursting with questions.

“Mr. Flanigan, we aren’t from here, as you have likely surmised. We are newly arrived from Scotland and don’t know much about this town, other than what we have seen in films and newsreels, could you tell us a bit about it as you drive us to the boarding house?” she asked from the back seat, while shifting her backside onto Jamie’s lap. Five minutes into the ride she knew she was going to be squashed half to death. Much more pleasant to feel his arms around her and rest back into his chest.

She had been surprised by her own reaction to seeing him in modern clothing. She would have thought she preferred him in Highlander garb. Not so. His long, lean, but well-muscled, frame was beautifully displayed in the navy-blue suit. It made him look older and somehow even more dangerous. The hat, a black felt fedora, was resting low on his forehead and his stunning blue eyes took on another hue because of it.

It shook her a bit. She had been attracted to him and his boyish charm, long before she married him, but even after she became familiar with the pleasures his nearness and flesh could bring, she had still thought him too young. Too unsettled. Too disposable if she had to be honest with herself. The only thing he seemed to have in common with Frank was an underlying note of well-hidden menace. Now, he did not seem immature, reckless or worth setting aside. How and when had that happened?

Was it possible that she was going to have to forget about Frank? Just let him go entirely? He was here, in this world, albeit younger, but why had she lost her ring in the transition this time? Did it mean she had somehow altered time? If she were to contact him, what could she possibly say? “Oh, sorry darling, been doing a bit of time traveling, you haven’t met me yet, but further down the road we will marry? Then I will leave you mysteriously?” It was ridiculous. Better to make a life here and now surely.

“Well, Hollywood is basically a company town Ma’am, part of greater Los Angeles of course. We have a little bit of everything here and we are proud of it. Just look at these buildings…” Tommy had been talking the whole time she had been thinking about her situation with Jamie and Frank. He was pointing to things outside the window and rambling on. The men seemed fascinated with everything he was saying and they were seeing. Her woolgathering hadn’t made a difference.

“Here we are, Mrs. Bartlett’s, you folks let Father McDaniel know I brought you right to the door mind.” He said as he pulled into the curb moments later, in front of a very large house. Victorian, painted a light blue with green and white trim, three stories tall above ground, with many architectural oddities, including a turret and a porthole window overlooking a small balcony. It looked like something out of a fairy tale, designed by the Brothers Grimm.

Jamie gave Claire a tight squeeze before he let her climb off and out of the car. “That certainly was an interesting ride and sensation Sassenach” he whispered in her ear as he let her go. She saw him give her a small lopsided grin and that slow blink of his that was supposed to mimic a wink before she turned to the driver and held out her hand to shake his. “Thank you ever so much. Do let us know if there is anything we can do for you to repay your kindness.”

“Ah, well, convince Mrs. Bartlett to have me over for supper one of these days. That will do the trick!” He waited as they collected their belongings and made their way up the front steps and across the large wraparound porch. “Be seeing ya!” he shouted and honked the horn twice before taking off in what she assumed was a hurry to get back to the wife.

The door opened almost immediately and a stout short woman, who reminded Claire of Mrs. Fitz oddly enough, came out. She was wearing a garishly flowered cotton house dress covered with a massive apron and curlers in her hair. She also had black socks on rolled down to her what appeared to be house slippers two sizes too big.

“Rhea Bartlett, pleased to meet you all. Follow me, but stomp the dust off your feet first! Just swept the rugs. Father McDaniel said you would be needing three rooms, and luckily, I have them. You two are married yes? Well you’ll have to push two singles together; the double isn’t available.  Two of you men are in the attic room and a single is next to the couple’s room. You’ll be responsible for keeping your own rooms clean and doing your own laundry. I only feed you at suppertime, 5:30 pm and I will not tolerate lateness. Nor will there be any special food orders. You’ll eat what I provide and like it. You may only smoke in the den or outside. I will also not tolerate drunken foolishness or late comings and goings at all hours of the night. You will pay your rent on time, or you will leave, posthaste. The bathroom you will all share is on the third floor as well and don’t be overflowing the tub. If Father McDaniel hadn’t vouched for you, you wouldn’t be here. I rarely take in strangers or actors. Don’t make me regret it.”

“No, Mrs. Bartlett, we wouldn’t think of it, I assure you.” Claire said giving her a most generous smile and nodding her head in agreement. She was having trouble not laughing at that torrent, and felt a bad case of the giggles coming on. Have mercy on us poor strangers in a strange land and Saints preserve us she thought as they arrived at her and Jamie’s room, controlling herself, but only just.


It just occurred to me that Seungbae potentially has no proof at all of Sangwoo being a killer.
Even if Bum admits that it was Sangwoo who broke his legs, there is still likely no DNA left of him on the CEO’s daughter, and even if they found Jieun’s body, Sangwoo would still not figure as the potential murderer because she was killed by a left handed person. She also doesn’t even have her legs broken, which Seungbae thinks it’s his modus operandi.

It looks like Sangwoo hasn’t killed more than 4/5 people since Bum’s arrival:
- the CEO’s daughter
- the girl Bum heard crying while he was recovering from the rat poison (given that he didn’t hallucinate it)
- the girl shown in a panel having sex with Sangwoo (given that he has actually killed her, which is likely, but not confirmed).
- the man he brought home from the gay bar
- Jieun

It looks like it has been at least 5/6 months since the beginning of the story, and the two girls Sangwoo might have killed after the CEO’s daughter have been murdered pretty early, I’d say 4/5 months before Chapter 28.
If the CEO’s daughter corpse was already decomposed enough to erase any consistent trace of Sangwoo’s DNA, it is likely the same for the other two victims (given that they actually exist). In all three cases, the only common detail would be the broken legs, which is the main clue Seungbae builds his accusations on.
This alone, however, isn’t enough to link those girls to Bum's damaged legs, Sangwoo and Jieun.

If they find Jieun’s corpse, Seungbae would have no proof of Sangwoo’s involvement at all, because while there might be some of his DNA left on her body (which is not necessarily the case since it looks like he washed the body before the hiking trip), her legs are not broken and she was killed by a left handed person, which Sangwoo isn’t. The only clue would be the bitten apple, IF the weather was good and the DNA didn’t get corrupted (even if there was his DNA on it, it cannot prove by itself that Sangwoo killed Jieun, because people have seen him buying those apples and he might have taken a bite, realized it tasted horrible, thrown it out from the car window and it might have just accidentally ended up near a buried corpse).

If they find the man’s corpse, unless there’s still trace of Sangwoo’s DNA (since he kissed him), there might be two scenarios:

- Kim happens to be left handed like Bum. Then the whole case will be closed: Kim killed Jieun, then committed suicide (since that’s how Sangwoo set his murder up).

- Kim is not left handed. He might have still committed suicide, but he can’t have killed Jieun.

In this case, Seungbae would end up having no proofs at all, especially if he finds out that Sangwoo is right handed, which is not something hard to discover.

The only consistent proofs he has are against Bum, not against Sangwoo.
… Except for the fact that Kim’s phone GPS was still apparently working when he entered Sangwoo’s house, so the police may know the two men knew each other.
That is, if they weren’t lazy af and aren’t already about to close the case without caring about these details. And Seungbae has no legal access to these data, so he can’t point it out without being demoted again or fired.
I don’t know how things work in South Korea, but I think Seungbae cannot even say what he saw in Sangwoo’s black box, because he shouldn’t have looked at the folders from other days, that’s invasion of privacy unless the person is under investigation (which he isn’t).

This ended up being longer than intended, I’m really curious to see if Seungbae manages to connect all the pieces together and find a legal way to prove Sangwoo’s guilt.
I definitely like to see this whole thing from Seungbae’s point of view.

Thank You for Coming, Thank You for Screaming…

I want to send a heart felt thank you to all of the Shawols that decided NOT to get a refund on the 2017 Sept. Dome Tours. I know the decision to go was tough as hell ‘cause no one pd to only see four. Also, many of you still see attending the concert as supporting ot4 Instead of ot5.

BUT Let me say this…Going to that concert is the BEST thing you can do for SHINee right now.


-It’s the ONLY way to show we miss and support Onew. We can post to his IG, post support messages and tags around social media, chat out our concerns for him, But He Will Never See It!!! A stadium full of signs with his name, fan chants for him, filling in his song parts for him, making sure his presence is felt, even if he’s not there, THAT he will soon be able to see.

- You will see Kim Jonghyun, Kim Kibum, Choi Minho, Lee Taemin…! We may have our biases but we LOVE all 5. These 4 young men are going to be working XTRA hard to bring Grade A Entertainment and smiles even though you KNOW their hearts are heavy. They need Shawols to get through this just like we need them. And besides… can you imagine them smiling brightly and working so hard for a bunch of empty seats? Neither can I.

For those sad Shawols still going, I thank you. I know our boys will do their best. For those thinking of getting a refund…please reconsider. 🙇🏻‍♀️💎💖💖💖💖💖💎🙏🏻

Who You Should Fight: Founding Fathers Edition

John Adams: You can beat John Adams, and frankly I think you should. He is tiny and angry and a ball of unconstitutional rage. Just point out the Alien and Sedition Acts and you’ve already won half the battle. Sit the fuck down, John.

Benjamin Franklin: Don’t do it. Not only is he a kindly old man, but he’ll kick your ass. He’ll kick the dog’s ass. He’ll kick his own ass. He was willing to get electrocuted for science and thought a turkey should be the national bird, not to mention how the old dude managed to get laid right up to his death. He was not only cooler than you but stronger than you.

Alexander Hamilton: Why would you want to figh- okay, I know why, but don’t do it. The man is made of piss and vinegar, and yeah, like Burr, you might win the battle, but at what cost? He’ll talk your ear off before, during, and after, and at that point, who really won?

John Jay: It’s tempting, I know it is, but John Jay is from New York. You really want to fight that guy? Plus, as first Chief Justice of the US, he’s got the mighty fists of the law on his side. You may not have heard of him, but fight him and you’ll wish you hadn’t.

Thomas Jefferson: Fight him. If you don’t fight him I will. Not only was he the world’s biggest hypocrite by being a slaver and yet wrote ‘all men are equal,’ but he’ll be too damn busy working out how to use his French mac and cheese machine to notice you until it’s too late. The man helped start and ran from two revolutions and got put on trial for cowardice, you can take him, and for the sake of all of us, please do.

James Madison: Only fight him if you can’t find anyone else to. I mean, yeah, the guy was instrumental in a virtual smorgasbord of American politics, but is he really worth your time? If you find yourself raring to fight Madison then take a moment to look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself why.

George Washington: Speaking of kindly old men you shouldn’t fight, do not fight George Washington. Do not even approach George Washington with intent to do anything but smile heartily from a distance. One time a guy clapped him on the back and Washington gave him a glare so withering the guy thought he was going to piss himself. George Washington survived Valley Forge; he can sure as hell survive you.

With You {Epilogue}

Jinyoung x Reader x Mark
Genre: Fluff

“Daddy!” His little girl ran into his arms and he laughed as he lifted her.

 “Hey beautiful,” he said as he tugged at the flower in her hair, “Where’s your mama?”

 She shrugged, a basket in her hands full of rose petals, playfully she picked some up and sprinkled them onto the top of Mark’s head. He smiled, “Save some of that for when you walk down the aisle okay?” she nodded in agreement and he kissed her cheeks.

Mark glanced around, noting that the venue had filled with all of your friends and family who were patiently waiting for the ceremony to start. As summer had started coming an end, it was giving the last of its final heat. He started getting concerned, hoping that you didn’t change your mind and get cold feet. He knew you had waited for this moment for a long time, so where were you? He made his way from the end of the aisle as he walked towards the clubhouse. He kept a calm face as to not worry any of the other guests. He nodded and waved towards familiar faces and greeted some of the guests along the way. His daughter followed after him, in almost a gallop as she tried to keep up with Mark’s strides, lacing her fingers through his as they walked together.

 You stood in front of the mirror, looking yourself over as you tried to take calm and even breaths. They mentioned how it’s common to have butterflies and nerves on your wedding day but this wasn’t butterflies or nerves. It was panic. Or so you thought. You dreamt of this moment for so long and now that it was finally here you found you couldn’t bring yourself to step foot outside of the door. You could hear the sound of the piano from outside, it’s soft melody playing while your guests arrived. All the wedding preparations had gone smoothly, barely any hitches.

 There was a knock on the door, “Y/N?” You heard Mark’s voice.

You walked over to the door, pressing your ear against it “Mark?” You called out.

 “Is everything okay?”

You sighed, “No,”

“I’m coming in,” his voice concerned.

“It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” you hesitated.

 You felt the door open, pushing you off to the side as Mark entered the room. “That’s only for the groom,” he smiled at you.

 Your daughter followed in after, her jaw dropped when she saw you. “Mama, you look so pretty. Right daddy?”  

 Mark stared at you, at a loss for words. You blushed against the white satin dress you wore as Mark stood there not saying anything. He could have passed as a model wearing his suit, because of how strikingly handsome he looked.

 “Y/N…” he trailed off.

 You panicked, “Do I look okay? I told the makeup artist not too heavy on the eyeshadow and my hair didn’t come out exactly how I wanted it,” you rambled and started to fidget with your gown.

 “I feel bad for Jinyoung. No one’s going to bother looking at him. Y/N you’re beautiful,” Mark grinned at you, his words comforting.

You let out a sigh, “Mark, I don’t know if I can do this. I can barely step foot outside this room.”

 He grabbed both your hands as he looked at you, “It’s nerves Y/N. Do you love Jinyoung?” he asked staring at you intently.

You nodded, “Yes,”

 “Are you ready to spend the rest of your life with him?” the questions continued.

“Yes,” you answered again.

 “He’s waiting for you.” He encouraged as if he was giving his blessing.

 He’s right. You were ready to spend the rest of your life with Jinyoung. You smiled at him, “Thank you, Mark.”

 Bringing your hands to his lips he kissed them, “Of course, Y/N. We’ll see you out there. Come on.” He said turning to your daughter and grabbing her hand and leading her out. Your daughter waved at you as she followed her dad, “See you mommy! You can do this,” sending you a thumbs up.

 Taking a deep breath you looked yourself over once more in the mirror as you tried to pep yourself up. Not panic, nerves, you told yourself as you reached for your bouquet. You could hear the gentle sound of the piano as you walked closer and closer to the aisle, all of your guests had risen from their seats.

 Your daughter had finished walking down the aisle spreading the last of her rose petals.Quickly she ran over to Jinyoung who knelt down to hug her and kiss her cheek. Then she ran to Mark who stood at the seats in the front as he lifted her so she could get a better view. You reached the top of the aisle and saw him. Standing at the end of the aisle, a smile appearing on his face the minute he saw you. He had almost collapsed from worry when you had delayed but now there you were in front of him. Breathtaking was the only word Jinyoung could think of to describe you. The nerves that you had thought were panic had disappeared. Happiness, excitement, butterflies were the only feelings you felt as you started walking towards him. Your eyes only on him, handsome as he waited for you. There were only a few more steps before you reached the love of your life and it took so much control to stop yourself from running to him.

 Finally you met him, his hands reaching for yours as you stood before the minister.

He leaned over to you his lips barely brushing your ear, “You’re beautiful,” His low murmured voice sent shivers up your spine.

 “Sorry I took so long,” you sent a soft smile to him.

 He smiled, the corner of his eyes wrinkling “I almost had a panic attack” he teased.

 “Now the bride and groom have something to say to each other,”

 You turned to face each other. Your heart racing fast as the excitement and butterflies rushed over you. Looking into his soft brown eyes you held his hand and Jinyoung gently squeezed it as a gesture to reassure you, smiling at you as the start of forever was just a few words away.

 “Jinyoung,” you began, “There are barely any words to describe how much I love you. Thank you for coming into my life, into my daughter’s life and for loving both of us.” You glanced over to your daughter who sat on Mark’s  lap as she watched the two of you and you tried not to let happy tears you felt fall. “With you is where I want to be for the rest of my life.”

 “Y/N, you and your daughter have brought light to my life. I’ve told you time and time again how much I love you. Now I’m ready to continually prove it to you for the rest of my life.”

When the final vows were spoken Jinyoung leaned in,pressing his lips softly against yours, sealing your love forever. 

 You danced with Jinyoung, resting your head on his shoulder as your bodies swayed to the music. Jinyoung’s cheek rested against the top of your head as he held you close. His hand lingering at the small of your back as his thumb caressed your back. You smiled against his shoulder, closing your eyes to take in the moment as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. Beside the both of you Mark danced with your daughter, laughing as he twirled her around. When the song had ended it shifted into another slow song and your  daughter made her way over to both you and Jinyoung.

 “My turn!” She smiled up at Jinyoung.

 Jinyoung smiled at you, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead before he bowed in front of your daughter in which she responded with a curtsy before reaching for his hand.

 “Shall we?” Mark asked reaching out his hand towards you.

 You grasped it and instantly fell into rhythm with him. Mark held you, his thumb brushing back and forth against the back of your hand absentmindedly like he used to before. A smile formed across your face as you noted the admiration in Mark’s eyes as he watched Jinyoung and your daughter dance together.

 “Will you two be okay when we’re gone?” you redirected his attention to you.

 He smiled, squeezing your hand as he brought you in a little closer, “Yes, we will be fine. You don’t have to worry about her. Just enjoy your honeymoon with Jinyoung,”

 “All I’m worried about is how much strawberry ice cream you two will eat,” you teased.

“I’ll make sure she brushes her teeth every night,” he winked. You burst out laughing, resting your head against his shoulder.  The slow music played in the background as no more words were spoken between the two of you as your bodies swayed. You couldn’t remember the last time you danced with Mark and you closed your eyes as you inhaled his familiar scent.  It was strange the way your life had turned out. To others it may appear as a unusual, that you had both Mark and Jinyoung in your life, both father’s to your daughter. You had thought there would be tension but somehow you all made it work. Both of the two men loved your daughter with everything. There was no more weight on your shoulder from keeping it a secret from Mark and Jinyoung. No more guilt of keeping your daughter away from knowing her biological father. Mark was happy having his daughter in his life. Your daughter indulged in all the love she received from both of her father’s and you were now about to begin your life with Jinyoung.

 “Thank you y/n,” Mark said as the song was slowly starting to come to an end, “For bringing happiness into my life,”

 You looked up at him and smiled. Mark had brought you happiness as well, he had shown you young love and had given you a beautiful daughter. When the song had ended, Mark kissed your forehead.

 “She’s all yours,” Mark winked at you as Jinyoung and your daughter walked over to you. “Come on baby, let’s get some cake.” Mark reached out for his daughter’s hand who had eagerly took it.

 Jinyoung smile at you, taking you into his arms. “Happy Mrs. Park?”

 You rested your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “The happiest.”

Lea ♡

anonymous asked:

Blyla, Any Disney Movie AU?

I had trouble deciding on the movie, but then, how could I resist tweaking that one… nothing to do with making Yoda a seagull, not at all

It starts out with a storm.

Aayla shouldn’t be swimming so close to the surface, but there are few sights prettier than a true storm, water falling down instead of surrounding her and it taste differently than the sea, sweet and cold when it hits her skin, the terrible sounds up in the skies and the wonderful flashes of light Yoda called lightning.
He’s one cryptic seagull, but he knows a lot of things.

She was expecting the storm, but not the boat, and it takes a whole second for her to shake off her fascinated stare as part of the human contraption is burning, this is the first time she sees real fire, before she realises that it’s on fire and with people on board.

Aayla doesn’t stop to think about danger or warning tales. She won’t let people die, humans or not.


This is not love.
It can’t be, because she didn’t even talk with the human she saved. Aayla prevented him from drowning, had to cut loose parts of the strange clothes he had (who wears metal when they can’t swim ? Humans are weird) and swam him to shore, but he was out of it the whole time, as she made sure he was still breathing and as Yoda pinched his arm with his beak to see if he would react.

She left way before he stirred, but she stayed, watched other humans run to him and clap him on the back and help him walk.

It can’t be love, because she doesn’t know him.
But it’s curiosity, bright, burning, all-powering.


The price for human legs is her strength. Gone will be the muscles she spent years honing, the reflexes born from entire days hunting with her men, the ability to defend herself.
She’ll have feet but will only be able to walk, a quick run will tire her out.

Aayla will only get it back if she finds a true reason to stay on land.

“Fine.” she tells the sea witch. “I’ll do it.”

If the world of humans is disappointing, she’ll only have to jump into the sea once more.
There are rumors that the seawitch traps the people she makes deals with, but really, it seems pretty straightforward.


She doesn’t lose her strength only. As she needs Kit’s help to swim up, her blue skin fades to pink and her lekkus turn to hair.
This wasn’t in the deal, but she supposes it’ll help her blend in…
At least, she kept her clothes, though they shifted too, ending up naked would have been complicated.

“I don’t like this. Call me when you change your mind.” Kit grouches, her octopus friend looking particularly vexed to not be able to follow her for the first time.
“Too stubborn, Aayla is.” Yoda points out. “Change her mind, she won’t.”
“Shut your damn beak, you should.” Kit mutters before swimming up to her. “Be careful, okay ?”
“I’m just exploring, Kit.” Aayla smiles. “You worry too much.”


Kit may have been right worrying, the witch said she would be able to walk only… but she doesn’t know how.

She’s about to faceplant into the sand when strong arms catch her and she’s faced back with the human that started this all in the first place.

His name is Bly and he’s sweet, helpful, supporting her as she takes her few steps, taking her back to town.
He’s a soldier, working at the palace, and he doesn’t mind showing her around. Or letting her sleep in the barracks he shares with his group, who are a noisy, raucous bunch but good men. Or teaching her what she doesn’t know, even if sometimes she sees that she asks strange questions.
Or braiding her hair. She misses her lekkus, but hairbraiding is very nice too.

Bly looks at her, sometimes, like he’s trying to figure something out, acting puzzled every time she trips or is tired after a mere few hours, but he doesn’t bring it up.


“Aayla, can I ask you a question ?” Bly tells her, and she perks up from her book on planes.
Planes. That’s amazing, after exploring the earth, she wants to see the skies too.
“Yes ?”
“I… don’t be offended, please ? But… were you always this… frail ? You remind me of someone I saw only a glimpse off, but she was… well, strong enough to swim whole leagues carrying me, and…”

Aayla is looking at him in surprise. He saw her ? He remembered it ?

“Forget it.” Bly mutters. “The others must be right, I must have drifted on wood, besides, you, well, she was blue, it’s stupid…”
“That was me.” Aayla cuts him, grinning. “I traded strength against legs, since usually I am blue, and a mermaid.”

She laughs when he looks at her with eyes wider than Yoda’s that one time she found a bottle of “wheesky”.

Then he’s kissing her and oh, and well, she might have a reason to stay on land, after all.


“You do know that you are supposed to trick the mers coming to you for legs or whatnot, hmm ?” Ahsoka grins at the witch, spiked tail drifting lazily behind her as she watches Aayla running after Bly and decking him on the sand.
“What would be the fun in that ? I find the idea of King Windu having an aneurysm over his Captain of the Guard falling in love with a human soldier way more fun.” Ventress grins back.

Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles!

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
—  Sarah Williams, The Old Astronomer to His Pupil

Scorpio Gay men

October 23-November 21

Element: Water
Mode: Fixed
Ruling Planets: Pluto, Mars
Erogenous Zone: Genitalia
Best Traits: Emotional depth, charismatic, driven
Worst Traits: Domineering, secretive, extreme mood swings

In Life:
Mr. Scorpio is intense and driven and there’s no in-between with him. He knew from an early age that sex could be used as a weapon. Probably it was used on him in a threatening way. As a boy, he developed a sense of his own power and a fear of it, too. He can’t help but suspect danger all around him because he knows just how dangerous people can be, especially people like him! Generally, gay male Scorpios come in two varieties: those who strive for truth and pure goodness (with a lot of pleasurable and sexy escapades thrown in, too!) and those who move primally from person to person, draining the power from others to enhance their own sense of power. In short, they are either good or evil. In the case of Mr. Scorpio I will not include my usual condition of “depending upon his other planets… ” No. In this case, he’s either one kind of animal or the other.

Ruled by Pluto, the violent planet of transformation, every Scorpio man will at one time or another battle with himself and come out on one side or the other. This battle will probably take place over time. This man invented the concept of “the dark journey of the soul.” And it is a journey, baby. If he makes it to the good side, he’s quite a force to be reckoned with, in the best possible sense. He’s loyal to those he loves and fiercely protective. He’s driven, funny, sexy, and confident with a strong and deep sense of intuition. If he doesn’t war with himself and come out on the evolved side, he can be a most dangerous man to deal with, one who will destroy himself and others, without even fully understanding why he is compelled to be so violent.

If he has a purpose in life (and he almost certainly does), he will strive to achieve his goal, no matter how long it takes. Even the most evolved Scorpio men do have to wrestle with their dark side, though. He has a naturally addictive personality. At times he may turn to sex or drugs to soothe his hurts. But he is just as capable of purifying himself to the extreme. He may kick all his bad habits at once: from promiscuity to pot. That’s just his way. So what does he do when he’s not swinging on a pendulum between the forces of life and earth?

Well, he’s probably having fun somewhere, enjoying some verbal repartee with a challenging naysayer and a roomful of fans. Or he may be out taking classes, working out, or researching a pet obsession. The man knows how to live life to the fullest. And he is never at a loss for energy, enthusiasm, and emotion.

From Queer Astrology for Men

By Jill Dearman