thats over the line


The Baudelaire’s refusal to be grateful for their unfortunate events seemed like such a good message for kids - so I made a thing.

an alternative version of andreil’s first kiss.

go read it and other works on ao3 here


“I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.”

- Richard Siken, Crush.

Neil jolted awake, sweat soaking his skin and mouth dry from dreaming. It took a few moments for him to regain consciousness: first, he watched the darkness morph into his dorm, then, he heard Matt’s steady breathing from beneath. His chest felt constricted, lungs struggling to function like they were supposed to.

Everything came to an aching halt, and his vision doubled, and then his breathing faltered and heart stammered and surroundings began to blur and he forced himself to move, mind still on autopilot. Every step was a conscious effort, and he felt distant, looking at himself from above rather than from within.

He wasn’t sure how but he found himself ascending the stairs, two at a time, and cracked open the metal door. There, he hesitated in the entry, and his eyes landed on the man ahead; a silhouette against a dark backdrop. His mind had sorted through places to go, a safe haven to reside in, and his feet had taken him to Andrew.

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maxpowersimpsonskywalkerspock  asked:

I love classic Vader,but I wish Anakin had killed Obi-Wan in Mustafar and got out of the planet. The guy'd be so powerful and badass... Besides,I think Obi-Wan deserves some shit...

i actually think suitless!vader is a lot more interesting than people give it credit for - usually, it’s turned into, “vader, but pretty,” and that has a lot of terrible connotations, so i usually loathe suitless!vader on principle. 

the pain vader experienced because of the support system is usually at the forefront of people’s minds - but it runs far, far deeper than that. there’s a lot of symbolism behind people wearing masks; there’s a lot of identity issues tied to mask motifs and characters that wear suits of armor. think: tony stark.

but vader’s not willingly wearing his suit of armor - it was forced on him, through a painful, invasive surgery that he was forced to stay awake for. it’s an armor that was purposely customized to palpatine’s needs, not his.

and vader can’t take it off. he can’t override the system, can’t pull it off, can’t escape from it. a lot of the suit is wired directly into his body; i know everyone wants redeemed!vader to loose the suit, but you have to wonder if that’s actually possible - and, to be brutally honest, it’s probably not. (i know in legends that there’s a scene - i’m specifically thinking of lost command - where it’s taken off, but it’s not practical. and, you know, lost command had vader running around helmetless like he can suddenly breathe again - so i take the medical scenarios in that one with a grain - no, bucket - of salt.)

when people are like, “vader should’ve just left!” how? even if vader were in a place to consider it, the suit’s still there. he needs the facilities only the empire can provide, and even more, where is he going to go? how do you hide a 7ft special-order murderbot? 

that suit, truly, reduced vader’s options to one: sith apprentice. even if vader wanted to overthrow the emperor, he couldn’t. even if vader wanted to leave, he couldn’t. he’s stuck.

and what’s even worse is that the suit is a symbol of his transhumanity - there’s actually a song, in legends, that the imperials sang: lord vader’s many mechanical parts. tagge, in the darth vader comics, literally calls him a weapon, equates him to a lightsaber, and tells vader that he needs to be wielded. recently, it was revealed that vader has a literal off-button, like a real droid. it’s easy to dehumanize someone who looks inhuman - and that’s exactly what palpatine wants, because he doesn’t want anyone considering that vader’s human and fallible. he doesn’t want people taking his apprentice.

if that’s not enough, vader’s senses were tampered with. he doesn’t feel a sensation other than pain, doesn’t see a color other than red, the helmet distorts sounds like they’re coming through water - it’s all very isolating. and it’s constant - vader never gets to really get out of his own head, because he barely experiences the world around him. nothing exists other than what vader has to do - it’s a very fucked up way to live. 

the suit is entrenched in every aspect of vader’s life; so deeply that it became entwined with his self-perception. he’s not just wearing the suit, he is the suit. and that’s exactly how palpatine wanted it, because he wanted an apprentice he could control - so he took away vader’s opportunities, put people off of communicating with vader, and shut off vader’s environment. think of a horse with blinkers; vader’s only goal, only purpose, is the empire, and nothing outside of that should be allowed to exist. 

essentially, palpatine has done more than systematically destroy vader’s life - he’s destroyed vader’s potential life. he’s destroyed everything, so vader becomes unreachable in his isolation and pain. 

and vader thanks him for it. there’s a scene in the old canon where vader thanks palpatine for making him stronger - because palpatine pulled his card and said, don’t you like all i’ve done for you? like he’s given vader a gift. 

the suit is so, so important to palpatine’s subjugation of anakin that it’s hard to imagine darth vader without it - and i don’t think there would be a darth vader without it. 

without the suit, there’s nothing keeping him in the empire - other than palpatine. in a suitless!vader situation, palpatine and vader’s relationship is going to be even more insidious, even more disgusting, because palpatine’s relying on solely his wit to keep is apprentice in line. and anakin doesn’t stay in line for long - i highly doubt palpatine could keep a suitless vader for long. 

some reasons why s3 is my favorite

  • Alec: You might be the high warlock of Brooklyn but I'm still higher than you
  • Magnus: You're also not a warlock
  • Alec: That's what you think
  • Magnus: That's what I know.
  • Alec: I'm still taller
  • Magnus: I'm still failing to see your point
“I can’t believe Dean and Cas made out.”

Cas shrunk back from walking into the library at the sound of Sam ’s voice – for very good reasons.

He heard the unconvinced noise Mary made as she shrugged before replying. “It broke the spell and saved the town – it’s not hard to believe they’d do it… For the greater good.”

Sam still sounded agitated although Cas agreed with Mary – and he should know better than them about it. “No, Mom, we were all in the room. All the ritual asked for was a kiss… I mean what if all we needed to do was something like me giving you a peck on the cheek? It was a vaguely phrased spell.”

“I suppose so…”

Sam had gone into full ranting mode – “And – even if it had to be a kiss on the mouth – Cas could have kissed any of us. There were options. He could have kissed you, or, well, he was standing right next to me when Dean read the thing out, and a lot of people were going to die really soon. I’d take one for the team.”

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└ When cinnamon rolls members demonstrate how to start well and keep things interesting.

Cr: VS Arashi 20.07.2017

The Snow Castle Scene “Kissing a snow maid”

Her bridges kept falling down. There was a covered bridge between the armory and the main keep, and another that went from the fourth floor of the bell tower to the second floor of the rookery, but no matter how carefully she shaped them, they would not hold together. The third time one collapsed on her, she cursed aloud and sat back in helpless frustration.“Pack the snow around a stick, Sansa.” She did not know how long he had been watching her, or when he had returned from the Vale. 

“A stick?” she asked.
“That will give it strength enough to stand, I’d think,” Petyr said.
“May I come into your castle, my lady?”
Sansa was wary. “Don’t break it. Be …”
“… gentle?” He smiled. “Winterfell has withstood fiercer enemies than me. It is Winterfell, is it not?”
“Yes,” Sansa admitted.

He walked along outside the walls. “I used to dream of it, in those years after Cat went north with Eddard Stark. In my dreams it was ever a dark place, and cold.”
“No. It was always warm, even when it snowed. Water from the hot springs is piped through the walls to warm them, and inside the glass gardens it was always like the hottest day of summer.” She stood, towering over the great white castle. “I can’t think how to do the glass roof over the gardens.”

Littlefinger stroked his chin, where his beard had been before Lysa had asked him to shave it off. “The glass was locked in frames, no? Twigs are your answer. Peel them and cross them and use bark to tie them together into frames. I’ll show you.” He moved through the garden, gathering up twigs and sticks and shaking the snow from them. When he had enough, he stepped over both walls with a single long stride and squatted on his heels in the middle of the yard. Sansa came closer to watch what he was doing. His hands were deft and sure, and before long he had a crisscrossing latticework of twigs, very like the one that roofed the glass gardens of Winterfell. “We will need to imagine the glass, to be sure,” he said when he gave it to her.

“This is just right,” she said.
He touched her face. “And so is that.”
Sansa did not understand. “And so is what?”
“Your smile, my lady. Shall I make another for you?”
“If you would.”
“Nothing could please me more.”

She raised the walls of the glass gardens while Littlefinger roofed them over, and when they were done with that he helped her extend the walls and build the guardshall. When she used sticks for the covered bridges, they stood, just as he had said they would. The First Keep was simple enough, an old round drum tower, but Sansa was stymied again when it came to putting the gargoyles around the top. Again he had the answer. 
“It’s been snowing on your castle, my lady,” he pointed out. “What do the gargoyles look like when they’re covered with snow?”
Sansa closed her eyes to see them in memory. “They’re just white lumps.”
“Well, then. Gargoyles are hard, but white lumps should be easy.” And they were.

The Broken Tower was easier still. They made a tall tower together, kneeling side by side to roll it smooth, and when they’d raised it Sansa stuck her fingers through the top, grabbed a handful of snow, and flung it full in his face. Petyr yelped, as the snow slid down under his collar. 

“That was unchivalrously done, my lady.”
“As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home.”
She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.
His face grew serious. 

“Yes, I played you false in that … and in one other thing as well.”
Sansa’s stomach was aflutter. “What other thing?”
“I told you that nothing could please me more than to help you with your castle. I fear that was a lie as well. Something else would please me more.” He stepped closer. 
Sansa tried to step back, but he pulled her into his arms and suddenly he was kissing her. Feebly, she tried to squirm, but only succeeded in pressing herself more tightly against him. His mouth was on hers, swallowing her words. He tasted of mint. For half a heartbeat she yielded to his kiss.

.. before she turned her face away and wrenched free. 

“What are you doing?”
Petyr straightened his cloak. “Kissing a snow maid.”

“You’re supposed to kiss her.” Sansa glanced up at Lysa’s balcony, but it was empty now. “Your lady wife.”
“I do. Lysa has no cause for complaint.” He smiled.

  “I wish you could see yourself, my lady. You are so beautiful. You’re crusted over with snow like some little bear cub, but your face is flushed and you can scarcely breathe. How long have you been out here? You must be very cold. Let me warm you, Sansa. Take off those gloves, give me your hands.”

“I won’t.” He sounded almost like Marillion, the night he’d gotten so drunk at the wedding. Only this time Lothor Brune would not appear to save her; Ser Lothor was Petyr’s man.

 “You shouldn’t kiss me. I might have been your own daughter …”
“Might have been,” he admitted, with a rueful smile. “But you’re not, are you?
You are Eddard Stark’s daughter, and Cat’s. But I think you might be even more beautiful than your mother was, when she was your age.”

“Petyr, please.” Her voice sounded so weak. “Please …”

-A Storm of Swords- Sansa VIII

let’s forget everything, forget everything for a bit.

i don’t want people to come at me with the “hoseok got a lot of lines in wings era!” because jungkook and jimin get 75% of the lines every comeback and every song. yoongi ALWAYS has a verse. i don’t wanna hear any of it. i don’t care if he got a lot of lines last era, he still deserves something for spring day.


Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
But now we keep where we don’t know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don’t even know his name

I’m just going to drop these here. 

The girls that were considered a flop and waste of investment because Like Ooh Ahh wasn’t an instant smash hit after Sixteen did that. The girls that almost had Somi added to their band after her successful Produce 101 run to boost their popularity (right before Cheer Up spontaneously took off) did that. 

The girls who people said would flop in Japan did that. The girls that people said wouldn’t outsell SNSD in Japan, or beat their record at debuting at #4 on Oricon did that. Etc. etc. etc. Keep in mind it’s only day 1 of sales/1 day since their Japanese debut album release, too.

Discworld Fic: Half a Mystery

This is the piece I ran off very swiftly earlier this week. It may get tidied up and put on AO3 or somewhere later on in the year, but between uni and rehearsals I’ve not got the time at the moment. Thanks to @magic-redhead for helping me with my tense problem.

Spoilers for mostly City Watch books up to Night Watch. And apologies for some fairly general, uh, improvisation about the backstories of certain characters. I had a quick look over the relevant wiki entries, but I won’t be surprised if some of this is a tad AUish-by-accident. 

Who watches the watchmen?

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david asked her if she would date him if she had to but look at her face in the second gif she looks ready to have his babies 

One last thing and then I’m going to try to shut up about this shit show, but who the actual hell goes up to somebody and adjusts their clothes for them. B*tch you ain’t his wife. I seriously got major second hand embarrassment.

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anonymous asked:

What makes you believe in yoonkook as a couple? I’m really curious because feel like they have a father / son relationship

I will be glad to tell you! I do want to start off with saying I am terrible with explaining myself, so I apologize in advance if this just turns into absolute word vomit haha

Why do I ship Sugakookie/Yoonkook? The main reason is that they have a subtle, yet powerful way, they interact with one another. Its not out there on full display and just seems like something they enjoy keeping between the two of them. It makes their relationship seem more real and precious in my eyes. 

They don’t interact with one another where it’s blatantly obvious, or super fanservice like, instead they do it on their own terms and it’s usually in the background or something that is distinctly between them.

So when we do see something, it looks very intimate. (If I could direct your attention to this video.) 

Of course it’s not to say they don’t have intimate moments with the other members, but there is something about how it comes off when these two do it with one another. They even have moments where they communicate simply with eye contact. (Don’t think I didn’t see that recent moment when they went out to eat on the vlive.) 

It’s very hard for me to organize my thoughts. I see the evidence (I even looked it up to show for when I talk about it), but I don’t know how to explain what I feel when I see it. 

I just feel soft and happy when I see some of their small moments in the background. When they stare at each other for a fraction longer than necessary with a soft smile on their face. Or when they touch each other as subtly as possible for as long as they can.

I hope this was alright… I’m really bad when it comes to organizing my thoughts.

I was flabbergasted to learn that Chara is actually shorter than Asriel (if the flashback art is to be trusted), so I challenged myself to draw Asriel as the tall one. Chara is so small… how adorable~


Ryan, you’re Luke Skywalker. You’re battling Greg, who’s Darth Vader. When space adventurer Lando Calrissian, Wayne, comes in to help. Colin keeps entering as other Star Wars characters.
The trick is, every time they speak they have to use these exact number of words. Greg, you can only and always have to use 2 words, Colin you always have to use 3 words, Ryan you always have to use 4 words, Wayne you always have to use 5 words.


shhh, The Emperors looking

Throughout history women have pretended to be men and fight in wars. Which made me think of a funny Alt head cannon for Women Astarties. The Emp is a misogynist who has the no women rule, but the chapters have been recruiting women for years behind his back, changing pronouns in logs and stories.

Emp: Hey… that soldier… thats not a wo…

Captain: NOPE, totally not *Shuffles over to block line of site* You know the gene seed only works on men.

Emp: Haha of course you’re right! Whats your name soldier.

Brother Leela: Le… Lemon. Le-lemon sir!