the other side is worse

Honestly gettin’ pretty sick of people coming to me to trash Joseph whenever I say he’s a complicated character with a lot of nuance, so hey, here’s my take on the whole Mary-Robert-Joseph situation.

I’ll put this all under a cut so here are some disclaimers; This is full of spoilers, I’m writing this under the assumption that all the cult end stuff is non-canon, and yes, this is only one possible interpretation of the information we can glean from the character interactions (also, taken from what may later prove to be incomplete information as more endings are unlocked/glitches are fixed/content is released). I like it because I think it’s the most interesting and empathetic for all of the characters involved and because I don’t think it’s the kind of situation that necessarily has to have a “villain”.

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I want to talk about Star Wars in the context of left-wing politics for a second. It’s actually really good, maybe even better than we realize. It might actually be the best massively popular mass media franchise of the modern era - not because it is undeniably really good entertainment, but because it actually attempts to say something meaningful and positive about rebellion and change.

Many left-wing writers and critical theorists have written about a general problem that plagues mass media. In many stories, the only real movers or changers to the status quo are the villains. In other words, the task of the hero is to merely uphold the status quo against some deviant force that wants to change it. You can see this in works like Harry Potter, where the ultimate goal is really just the defeat of Voldemort and the preservation of the way things are. People that want to change things drastically are either laughed at (like Hermione with the house-elves) or are themselves villainous. This same dynamic is also true in many comic books and comic book movies - The Avengers aren’t looking to fundamentally change the structure of society. That’s what the villains want. The Avengers are supposed to defend the earth from change, not instigate change themselves.

This dynamic points to a sort of end-of-history view of things, where liberal democracy is the best anybody can hope for, and anybody attempting to change it is either worthy of derision or villainous. It propagandizes the audience to be more happy with the way things are, because every possible alternative is worse.

The other side to this particular narrative is the straight dystopia, where liberal democracy has somehow been lost, and the hope of the hero is to restore it. Even though this narrative takes a different approach, it still points to the same thing. This narrative acts as a warning to a similar end - “imagine how bad things could be, you really ought to be happy with the way things are.”

But then there is Star Wars - a story that takes place in a galaxy far far away, but is perhaps more relevant to us on earth than any other mass media franchise. In Star Wars, the heroes are the Rebellion, a rag-tag group of people fighting against an evil Empire. Right from the beginning, the changers are the heroes, not the villains. It’s the heroes that shake things up, or in many cases blow things up, and the goal of the villains is the preservation of the status quo. That’s a huge flip to the problematic narrative right out of the gate.

An argument could be made that Star Wars falls into the dystopia trap, and that the end goal of the Rebellion is merely the restoration of liberal democracy - but two huge things challenge that narrative. In the first place, Star Wars is not presented as a dystopia. In most dystopias, the dystopian environment itself is the central narrative. We are told in great detail just how bad the government is, and how bad they have made the world. Star Wars doesn’t do that. In fact, the amount of time spent on the Empire and its inner workings is minimal. The central narrative to Star Wars is instead the rebels themselves - particularly the three central heroes - and their personal journey and interactions. Their personal acts of rebellion are explained in far greater detail than any Imperial actions. Star Wars could be seen to celebrate rebellion itself, in this way. We aren’t bogged down with an explanation for why opposing the Empire is the right course of action. We are simply made to believe that resisting power itself, in any capacity, is good and should be done.

In the second place, the prequel trilogy actually did a really good job of deconstructing the trappings of liberal democracy. In the prequel trilogy, it’s the Republic that grants emergency powers to the Supreme Chancellor, essentially creating the Empire. It’s the Republic that willingly sacrificed thousands of clone troopers to the scourges of war. It’s the Republic that financed both sides of the civil war. It’s the Republic that let liberty die with thunderous applause. After the prequel trilogy, if the end goal of the Rebellion is just the restoration of that same type of Republic, the audience would not be satisfied. We believe that the Rebellion is fighting for something greater. We have to.

For this reason, the current sequel trilogy actually plays a pretty central role in the interpretation of the series. Depending on what the Resistance ultimately ends up creating, the series could come to a fantastic and satisfying conclusion, or it could stumble into the same trappings of other mass media franchises. I’m not sure if I have total faith - but I honestly have more than I normally would, just because Star Wars has been so comparatively fantastic so far. And Rogue One kept with the tradition, portraying a firmly left-wing insurgency, willing to use whatever means necessary.

That’s the tradition of Star Wars - the heroes are the rebels, the changers, the movers. We’re actually here to create something radically better. Come join us in the galaxy far far away of our wildest dreams.

Originally posted by geekybasket

consider: cameos for both Cassian & Jyn in the Han Solo movie, wherein they narrowly miss meeting each other

If you collectivize and demonize white people while having a hyper focus on your own “racial identity” you’re directly contributing to the rise of white supremacist groups. You’re making it permissible to judge people based on their skin color. You’re saying it’s okay to base your identity around your race. This is the atmosphere you’re creating. You’re just the other side of the same shitty coin and you’re making things worse, not better.


warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence.                                 change pronouns to your liking / as you see fit!

❛ We’re all hiding something, aren’t we? ❜
❛ What’s the penalty? What are the consequences, really? ❜
❛ “I’m only human,” you say, and all is forgiven. ❜
❛ But what if some cruel twist of fate makes you something else, something other? ❜
❛ Every human spends a night or two on the dark side and regrets it. ❜
❛ But what if you only exist on the dark side? ❜
❛ But when you’re something other, a monster, the consequences are worse. ❜
❛ You wake up from your nightmares. We don’t.  ❜
❛ I used to think this curse was what happened to me once a month. ❜
❛ Life is a series of choices. As it turns out, death is the same. ❜
❛ What am I now? Where do I go from here? ❜
❛ Do you accept what you are or do you refuse? ❜
❛ I’m not interested in making things convenient for you. ❜
❛ I’m afraid I’m gonna need a little bit more reassurance than that. ❜
❛ You invited the entire neighborhood into our house? Are you insane? ❜
❛ What are we even doing here if we can’t say hi to the neighbors? ❜
❛ When’s the last time you were truly alone? ❜
❛ Why do we insist on looking when every impulse tells us to look away? ❜
❛ I were just talking about how I am in hell but, whatever, let’s… talk about you. ❜
❛ What sets a human apart from a monster, aside from genetics? ❜
❛ How long have you thought you were a werewolf? ❜
❛ ‘Cause even a monster can be afraid of the darkness. ❜
❛ I got to be honest, it smells like dog to me. ❜
❛ We’re both adults. I think we know when something isn’t meant to be. ❜
❛ That’s remarkably not reassuring if you have to point that out! ❜
❛ It doesn’t matter if you’re dead, undead or somewhere in between. ❜
❛ I’m going to do something with my time, you know. ❜
❛ So you’re just going to haunt them, basically. ❜
❛ When you live forever, a few weeks is nothing. ❜
❛ How can you see me? You’re not dead, are you? ❜
❛ Why are there ghosts in there punching each other in the balls? ❜
❛ You’re not dead and you’re talking to me? ❜
❛ I’m a werewolf and he’s a vampire and that’s how we can see ghosts. ❜
❛ It’s like we’re different countries on the same continent. ❜
❛ So - so you’re going to turn into a wolf and have me for dinner. ❜
❛ You got to be the cool vampire. Everybody wants to be the cool vampire.. ❜
❛ We’re not making this up! I’m not making this up! ❜
❛ It smells like a slaughterhouse up in your room! ❜
❛ You murdered those two girls, those two human beings under our roof! ❜
❛ It’s easy, it’s casual, and above all else, it’s normal. ❜
❛ I’ve been wanting to talk to you for so long. ❜
❛ Some people think it’s exhilarating not having your future mapped out. ❜
❛ Freedom is just that moment of calm before the dread sets in. ❜
❛ I never got closure with my family… or friends. ❜
❛ How was your night, I mean…I mean, god, congrats you’re free. ❜
❛ You can audit, pick up some skills… fight ghost crime! ❜
❛ People, as a species, are in a constant state of metamorphoses. ❜
❛ This shouldn’t have worked for so many reasons. ❜
❛ Our instinct is to resist change, to fear it. ❜
❛ You may think the greatest reward of eternal life is the power it gives you. ❜
❛ Immortality is an easy thing to take for granted. ❜
❛ Because it’s you humans, that haunt us. And you won’t let us go. ❜
❛ You’re a ghost, talking to a werewolf making an egg salad sandwich. ❜
❛ I want to be with you. I wanna be with you! But there’s something in my life… ❜
❛ He and I both died, years apart, and then find each other again in limbo? ❜
❛ You know all the things you were scared of as a kid, all the monsters under the bed? They’re all real. ❜

I hate when I ask an older person who’s on their phone what time it is, and they just point to an analog clock I didn’t notice that’s waaaaaay the fuck over on the other side of the room, or WORSE, briefly flash me their watch (that I’d have to literally twist their arm to read), like, “CAN’T MILENNIALS READ CLOCKS ANYMORE??? MAYBE I’LL SNAPGRAM YOU THE TIME ON MY TWEETBOOK!!! WOULD THAT WORK BETTER FOR YOU??? YOU GARBAGE CHILD??? YOU STUPID IDIOT???”

Please calm down, sir. I am tiny and late and you’re scaring me.

This fic rec is totally in reaction with this Fic Fest saying they don’t want fics from “tinhats Larries” (**** ***).

So this is a all ships inclusive fic rec because you know, PETTY AF. And you should follow @larriedinvegasficfest , because they’re organizing a fic fest opened to ALL SHIPS.

- Truly, Madly, Crazy, Deeply  : In which Liam and Louis wake up married after Zayn’s bachelor party in Las Vegas.“Louis’s right here,” says Liam, elbowing Louis in the back. Louis sticks a hand out from under the blanket and waves. “We had quite a lot of champagne.” The whole room swims and Liam hopes there’s a toilet where he can be sick.“Not sure there’s enough champagne in the world to get me naked in bed with Louis,” Niall giggles.“We’re allowed!” Louis shouts from under the blankets. “We’re married!"There is a long and very startled silence. (30k, Lilo)

- And You’re My Ever After  :  [Harry and Louis are two strangers visiting Vegas. Harry just wants to have fun and Louis just wants to get over the cheating bastard of his ex fiance. They accidentally get married.] (273k, Larry)

- if a reason is what you’re looking for (i’ll be yours)   : Louis is in Vegas. When he wakes up he isn’t alone in his bed. And apparently not single either. Thank god annulments are an easy thing to get. Well, that is until your management decides you can’t get one but have to pretend that the whole thing wasn’t a drunken mistake but in fact, an act of love. (16k, Tomlinshaw)

- bright light city (gonna set my soul on fire)  : accidentally married in vegas fic. (14k, Lirry)

- what happens in vegas  : Harry and Zayn get drunk, and get married in Vegas AU. (33k, Zarry)

- Just the two of us and a cute little cup of cyanide  : Or an I-accidentally-married-my-best-mate-in-Vegas fic, where Liam’s completely oblivious, Zayn’s completely in love, Harry’s had enough, Louis plays mediator and Niall just wants his best friends to be with each other. (17k, Ziam side Larry)

- for better and for worse  : Niall’s head falls happily onto Louis’ shoulder, and they look at the makeshift rings, hands held up next to each other and wavering on drunk unsteady arms. "Probably it was, like, a joke, right?” Louis says. “What hotel are we even in?”“The Wynn,” Niall mumbles. Trust him to remember the travel plans but not whether they fucked or tied the knot last night. (7k, Nouis)

- That’s What You Get for Waking up in Vegas  : When Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles’ lives go to shit they both have the brilliant idea to escape it all and head to Las Vegas for a much needed break from the real world. It’s not until they wake up the next morning with hazy memories and cheap plastic rings on their fingers that they realize their troubles have only just begun. (60k, Larry)

- it’s a beautiful night (we’re looking for something dumb to do) : In which Nick ends up in Vegas for Harry’s half-birthday and leaves with a famous popstar husband in tow. (12k, Tomlinshaw)

- show me your love  : niall and harry go to las vegas as best friends and go home married. (8k, Narry)

- What Happens in Vegas   : AU. Based on the movie What Happens in Vegas. Harry Styles has just been dumped by his boyfriend of six years.  So his best friend Niall suggests a weekend in Vegas to help him get his mind off things.   Clandestine encounters with Louis Tomlinson plus way too much alcohol, and Harry finds himself waking up in Vegas with a ring on his finger and one half the winner of a $500,000 jackpot  prize. (31k, Larry)


Connor didn’t know what was on the other side, he’s lucky that it was water and nothing worse like hard pavement.

i don’t understand what’s so hard for these idols to see. it’s literally free to not be an offensive piece of shit towards your fan base. it costs $0 to not do blackface, to not say nigga/nigger, to not appropriate black culture, literally at no cost to you. black people make up a majority of international fans, and how do you think it makes them feel? how do you think it makes them feel to log onto their tumblrs, their twitters, their instagrams and happily check their social medias…. only to see their culture being mocked. to see their favorite singer wear blackface, which is known to be an offensive exaggeration of black features. to see them wear dreadlocks, which have a special set of meanings to black culture, just as a fashion accessory, essentially saying they don’t care about the meaning for it. to see them blatantly copy black culture and use nigga as a term of endearment to their friends, when it was a known slur for black people who were slaves by their white owners, and is a slur only black people can reclaim. and then, to think it wouldn’t be worse, they have other black fans, who side with the offenders. who say it’s okay for their culture to be mocked with blackface, that it’s cute when their oppa/unnie says nigga because they’re ‘embracing the culture’ when in reality all they’re doing is messing it up. black fans have to fight to educate their idols, and their fellow fans. to show they can pay homage and embrace black culture without being offensive. to show they can cosplay black characters without doing blackface, that they can use a thousand other words than nigga to refer to a friend. there’s no excuse to their offensive nature anymore. the word nigga is a global slur. everyone knows it. if a barely english speaking idol can blank out the word in a song and refuse to say it, so can your idol. blackface is one of the oldest mocking characterizations of black peoples that dehumanizes them into nothing more than their features. cultural appropriation is definitely known because those same idols and fans are screaming not to wear traditional korean items and things used in korean culture, but are silent when thousands of blacks are watching their culture being appropriated in daily performances, music videos and survival shows. and the fans that are defending their idols instead of calling them out are the ones claiming there’s more important things in the world to worry about than their idol being offensive. their idol being offensive causes self hate, causes insecurity within their beings. not to mention you can focus on many problem areas in the world at the time. being a black fan means you have to constantly deal with your culture being mocked and copied day in and day out, all the while hearing your idol falsely state they love you and all of their fans. that isn’t love, that’s exploitation and insensitivity. the fact that your idol can’t afford the hefty price of $0 for not being a headass boo boo the fool with their tomfoolery shows how much they’re willing to do for your love and respect.


Request: “An imagine where the reader is Chibs’s daughter who is a trained killer who does kills for other SOA Charters. She meets Happy when the reader is burying a body. They fall in love until she is shot in the head in front of Chibs and Happy.”

Guys, I cried while writing this, omg! Don’t forget to comment, reblog, like and follow! I love hearing from you guys! Xoxo

Mo Ghra is Scottish for ‘my love’


           “Yes dad, I’m fine, just a little knick to my side, “ you told Chibs, “the other guy looks much worse, trust me.”

           “Where are ye?” he asked, to which you immediately gave your location. “I’m sending one of my guys to help ya, no arguments please mo ghra.”

           You rolled your eyes but agreed, hanging up the phone and began digging the hole you were set to put the body in. You weren’t sure how long you’d been digging when the sound of a bike made you look up. A slim, tan guy with no hair came up to you.

           You nodded to the second shovel you had brought with you, “I’m Y/N.”

           He nodded, “Happy.”

           You laughed, “That doesn’t fit you at all dude.”

           He shrugged, “You did a number on this guy. What’d he do to you?”

           “Oh nothing. This is just a job to me. Lee from the Tacoma Charter called and said he needed someone dead, and I’m the girl for that, so here we are,” you explained nonchalantly, continuing to dig, “It didn’t help that the bastard grazed me with his blade. That did make his death a little more painful.”

           Happy laughed, which took you by surprise because, despite his name, he did not seem like a joyful person. “Damn girl, you’re somethin’ else,” he told you as the two of you hoisted the body into the hole and covered him with the dirt.

           “I’ve been called worse,” you told him, winking as he helped you take your tools to your truck.

           “Where ya headed?” he asked, leaning up against the truck, lighting up a cigarette and offering you one.

           Taking the offer, you shrugged “Nowhere in particular. What ya got in mind?”

           Happy shrugged, “You could come back to the clubhouse and see who can outdrink who?”

           “Oh, you’re so on, man,” you told him, laughing as you jumped in your truck to head to the clubhouse.

*Two years later*

“Babe,” you called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Happy said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You giggled as he trailed kisses from your jawline to your neck. You moaned, “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you, I have a job. I’ll be back later okay?”

He groaned but nodded, “Alright, I love you girl.”

You kissed him, “I love you, Hap.”


Despite being contracted with SAMCRO, you sometimes took jobs with other people too. You went where the money was. Getting out of your truck, tight grip on your gun, you walked up to the man you had talked to on the phone the week prior.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile on his face, extending his hand.

“Hello Mr. Pope. What can I do for ye?” you asked. You were shocked when more men came out from behind the buildings, which made you immediately raise your gun.

Pope laughed, “Put that away, Y/N. Regardless of who you shoot, you’ll be taken down right after.”

You slowly set your gun down and kicked it to him as you were grabbed from behind and forced to sit on your knees next to Pope’s feet. “What do you want?” you asked through gritted teeth, “I’m not gonna beg for my life, dickhead, so shoot me if that’s what you’re gonna do.”

He laughed, “Oh, Y/N, you may not beg for your life, but I know two people who will. I need you to be as quite as possible or I’m gonna shoot your dad and your old man, do you understand me?” You nodded as you heard the rumble of bikes in the distance, and Pope walked off.

“I want the bald one and the Scott in cuffs hooked to the ground, “You heard Pope order and tears filled your eyes as for the first time in your life, you were terrified of what was about to happen. A long time went by before Pope came back and jerked you off of the ground, pulling you behind him as he walked.

You gasped as you saw Happy and your dad tied up, struggling against the ties once they saw that he had you.

“Let her go you fuckin’ prick,” Chibs yelled, with his own tears welling up in his eyes as Pope tossed you to the ground.

“Get up and kneel girl,” he ordered, watching you do exactly as he said, “I told you all from the beginning that I was not one to fuck with, and you fucked with me. There are consequences for your actions, boys.” As he said this, you felt the cold steel against the back of your head and watched Happy and Chibs both struggling against the cuffs, begging Pope to take them instead.

“I love you,” you mouthed to your two favorite men.

Happy wailed as the gun went off, falling to the ground as your lifeless body fell. “Maybe this will teach SAMCRO not to fuck with Pope Enterprises. All of you have more family, just remember that. Your guys are on their way with a key. Have a nice day, gentlemen,” Pope said before getting in his car and leaving.

“Happy! Chibs!” They heard Jax yell.

“Over here,” Chibs called back.

“Holy shit,” Juice said as he came around the corner and saw Y/N’s body on the ground. He quickly went to unlock the cuffs on Happy and Chibs as the rest of SAMCRO came around and took in the scene. Happy immediately got up and ran to his bike, taking off before anyone could say anything. “Juice, follow him, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid,” Jax ordered.

Chibs went over and picked your lifeless body up as he cried, smoothing your hair out of your face. “Mo ghra, I love you.”

There’s something that needs to be addressed in ALL discourse, on ALL and ANY sides.

If you are told someone on your side is problematic, responding “people on the other side are too/are worse/etc” is NOT a good reaction. 

What should happen is you say “How was this person bad? I will not reblog from them or support them from now on.”

Then, tbh, you can say “there are others on your side doing the same, this is them, please do the same.” 

Please stop responding hostilely to people calling out people on your side. Everyone needs to be ale to call out problematic people without fear.

By just saying “what about the people on your side?” and not addressing the actual matter, you are basically saying “i dont care what this person is doing because your side has someone that does it too” and you are supporting them.

@feynites #and they’re just like ’…how is /this/ my doom’ #ridiculous fussy circle mage doom #and then probably they have to do a mission and maybe thenvunin gets a bit injured and fear freaks out #and uthvir is just kind of like ‘well i guess this ship has already sailed’ because honestly it’s just easier to accept it

uthvir will never understand or agree with why most mages wear such light armour :x

Stefan Salvatore - You Had Hope

You have been with Stefan Salvatore for over 100 years. You’re the love of his life and he’s yours. You’re even married. Now, you’re both living in modern day Mystic Falls and helping to protect the town and its citizens from supernatural threats. What happens when one of those supernatural creatures seeks out revenge?

Pairing: Stefan x Reader

Characters: Reader, Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Caroline Forbes. Klaus Mikaelson, Elena Gilbert, Bonnie Bennett, Jeremy Gilbert, Matt Donavon, Tyler Lockwood, Alaric Saltzman, Cade, Enzo St. John, Katherine Pierce (Mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, Blood, Death

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Picky Eater: Part 2

Inspired by this post by @pirate-patton

See Part 1 Here

Pairings: None

Genres: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings:  Eating disorder, misunderstood acronym, panic attack, negative self-talk

Word Count: 1545

Author’s Note: I received so many requests for a continuation of this fic that I just had to add this final part.  Hope you enjoy   Also, I’ve started tagging my original fics on here #sidewritten so hopefully, they will be easier to find.

Virgil woke up on the couch in the living room.  Memories from right before his collapse came rushing back and the anxious side sat bolt-upright, heart pounding. Of course, the abrupt movement made his head go fuzzy and his vision swim which only added to his panic.  How did he get here?  There was yelling before he fell, they were mad at him.  He had to hide. He had to do something because now they knew he wasn’t getting better.  They knew…

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It took them a lot of time to adjust to each other’s standpoint, to get used to what the other thought right. It required a lot of disagreement, growing up and internal struggle from them both and also a lot of respect, despite how much torn they were by what they felt was wrong. But long before they promised each other to be there by each other’s side “for better or for worse”, it had already been between Jane and Lisbon, though unspoken and quite often contradictory, with them being unable to function properly without their partner, and life gradually losing taste. Consciously or otherwise, they depend on each other and seek approval and support, and understanding they could never expect from anyone else.

Come Find Me IV

Oh my God, you guys! I actually made it to 500 followers! Ahhhh! In celebration, I got out the next chapter of Come Find Me, I hope you like all. Also @otpislife2002 you asked me to tag you, so there you go. Anyway, things get a bit better this chapter, but it’s not over yet. Again, you all are amazing, I almost cried when I saw the follower count

Morality was making pancakes.

That was the first thing Roman noticed as he walked into the kitchen, still rubbing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully, peering over Morality’s shoulder. “Is there some special occasion I was unaware of?”

“Good morning, Roman,” Morality replied. “And no, I just felt like making pancakes.”

“Well I certainly appreciate it” Roman told him, clapping a hand on the other side’s shoulder. “Pancakes are a wonderful way to begin the morning. Ah, do you need any help?”

“No!” Morality almost shouted before composing himself. “I mean, that’s very kind of you to offer, son, but I think I’m doing just fine.”

Roman was a little offended. He could help make pancakes. Yes, he may have melted a bowl once making microwave popcorn, but that was ages ago. He had improved since then, probably.

“Oh, well actually there is one thing you could do.” Morality then spoke up, turning to look at him.

“Anything,” Roman declared, looking at the fatherly side expectantly.

“Do you think you could go and get the others? I just thought it would be nice to have family breakfast this morning,” Morality explained.

Roman blinked. “Certainly,” he said, “Although it may be difficult to get Anxiety up. You know he’s not much of a morning person.”

“Yeah, I know,” Morality admitted, “But I just still feel a little guilty he wasn’t with us last night. And besides, pancakes just might tempt him out. After all, who doesn’t love pancakes?”

“You make an excellent point” Roman replied, ignoring the twinge of guilt that went through him when Morality mentioned the movie night. “I will go and fetch the two of them and return anon.”

With those words, he strode out of the kitchen. He headed towards Logic’s door first. While the scholarly side wasn’t an overly cheerful morning person like Morality, he was certainly going to be easier to rouse than Anxiety.

And indeed, it only took a few knocks on the door before it opened, revealing Logic dressed in a onsie, hair a little more messy than normal.

“Yes?” Logic asked, adjusting his slightly crooked glasses.

“Morality has made pancakes, and hopes that we will all join him for breakfast” Roman explained. “He sent me to fetch you, and I will be going on to drag Anxiety out of his lair momentarily.”

“Oh, that sounds satisfactory.” Logic said, “I will be down momentarily, I just need to dress first. And good luck with Anxiety.”

Roman grimaced a little, “Thanks.”

With that he made his way down to the end of the hall where the darker side slept. He rapped hard on the door, and listened for a response. There was none. He tried knocking harder, but still nothing.

“Anxiety,” he called out, frustration filling his voice. “I know you’re in there. Morality made pancakes, and he wants us all to come down and eat them.”

Still nothing.

He tried again. “If you don’t come out, I will find a way in,” he threatened. 

He really would. He’d learned to pick locks a while back. A surprising number of actors managed to get themselves locked in closets, bathrooms, storages sheds, etc. and breaking down the door wasn’t always feasible.

He listened for a moment longer, but he couldn’t even hear any sounds of shuffling that might indicate Anxiety moving towards the door. Rolling his eyes, he knelt beside the door, pulling a few bobby pins from his jacket pocket.

It took a good few minutes of fiddling, and some muffled cursing that Dad would have frowned at him for, but soon the lock clicked open. Roman stood up, dusted himself off, and opened the door.

It was dark. That was the first thing he noticed as he stepped inside. All the lights were off, and the curtains had been pulled shut. Determined to get the other up, he felt around for the light switch, flicking it on when he had found it.

The light filling the room allowed Prince to see the rather large lump lying in the center of the bed. He strode towards it, and began shaking Anxiety.

“You really do have to get up,” he informed him. “If you don’t, Morality will be pouting for the rest of the day, and I, for one, refuse to suffer through that.”

The shaking didn’t seem to be working that well, so Prince felt around for the edges of the blankets and pealed them back. Anxiety groaned as the light hit him, flinching back into the pillow.

“Prince, what?” he croaked, his eyes barely open, only mere slits

Roman frowned down at him, the other side looked horrible. Anxiety was normally pale, but right now he looked practically translucent, and the dark, dark bags under his eyes only made him look worse.

“Morality made pancakes,” he said cautiously. ‘He wants you to come down and eat them.”

“Pancakes,” Anxiety mumbled, “I, yeah, sure. I’ll- I’ll be down in a bit, just give me a minute.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed. Normally him coming in with such request would have resulted in some groaning, a few eye rolls, perhaps a few snarky comments, but Anxiety just sounded exhausted.

“Are you alright?“ he asked, although he was fairly certain he knew the answer to that already.

“Yeah, ‘mm fine” Anxiety said as he pushed himself up, one hand going to his head. “Like I said just give me a minute, you can head down without me.”

Roman just shot him an incredulous look. Like he would believe that. “I’ll just stay here, thanks, and walk down with you,” he replied. “I have to make sure you don’t fall back to sleep.

Anxiety stared up at him, still looking rather out of it. “God, fine,” he said, “whatever.”

He then swung his legs to the side of the bed, and slid to his feet. Or rather, attempted to. As soon as he pushed off the bed, he swayed dangerously, his knees giving out.

Roman caught him before he could hit the floor, now thoroughly alarmed. “What’s going on?” he demanded. “What’s wrong with you? Should I get Morality.”

“No, don’t, please, don’t get Morality,” Anxeity replied, still limp in Roman’s grasp. “He’ll just freak out and worry. I’m fine, just a little dizzy, that’s all.”

“Just a little dizzy, huh?” Roman said flatly. “I take it that’s why you can’t even stand. I’m not an idiot, Anxiety. I can tell something’s wrong”

“Please talk a little quieter,” Anxiety begged, his eyes squeezed shut. “You’re killing me. And I’ll be fine once I eat. So, please don’t tell Morality.”

Roman pursed his lips. He didn’t like this. “If,” he began, “and that’s a big if, if I go and get you food without alerting Morality, will you agree to explain exactly what happened to put you in this state?”

“Why would you even care to know?” Anxiety muttered.

“Anxiety.” Roman’s tone was serious and full of warning.

After a pause, Anxiety spoke up again. “Yeah, I’ll tell you,” he said sounding exhausted and defeated.

“Then we have an accord,” Roman said. With that, he scooped one arm up under Anxiety’s legs and set him down on the bed. He stepped back to study the other side. The more he looked at him, the worse Anxiety appeared. He was obviously in pain, with the way he flinched every time his head moved, and Roman could see tremors going through him.

“I’ll be back soon with food.” he said quietly. Well hopefully soon, it might take some time to make excuses to Morality. His best bet was convincing the other side that Anxiety had point blank refused to leave the bed, but that Roman would drop off his pancakes.

“Try to stay awake,” he added as an afterthought as he moved towards the door. He only got a vague grunt as a response.

Shutting the door behind him, Prince strode into the hallway, his thoughts dark. He wasn’t sure what had put Anxiety in such a wretched condition, but he doubted it was good. His complete reluctance to tell the others was also concerning.

Roman sighed. Speculating would get him nowhere. He’d find out soon enough.

Back in the room, Anxiety stared up at the ceiling. Well, one of them had come for him, kind of. From the sounds of it, it didn’t seem like anyone had noticed him missing, and that the only reason he’d been found at all was because Morality had been trying to be inclusive again.

He put a hand over his face, trying to ease the throbbing pain in his head a little. He couldn’t believe he had almost passed out in Prince’s arms. That was mortifying. And now he had to explain the situation. He had to think of some kind of excuse, but his head felt too fuzzy to think.

Maybe Prince would be satisfied with the simple excuse of getting absorbed in a show and forgetting to eat. It wasn’t like he really cared that much anyway. None of them did. This week had proven that.

Despite Prince’s last words, Anxiety felt himself slipping back into sleep. He couldn’t fight it, he was just far too tired, of everything.

Part I Part II Part III Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind, I've 4 questions: why do you like sasuke? why do you like sakura? why do you like sasusaku? How would you summarize their relationship from chapter 1 to this present days?

Ofc I don’t :)

I Love sasuke, because he is easily the most devolped character in Naruto. Kishimoto added do much depth to him, making him one of the best characters I’ve seen in manga. His change and grow is more than justified, all he went through was amplified due to his pure nature and his clans sense of love. Usually I’m not that much into his type of characters and yet I’ve come to love sasuke.

I love him because he is a man of action and not only words.

I love sakura because she started from the bottom and rised to the top just thanks to her hardwork and strong willed persona. I love th fact that she is a strong yet caring woman, who allows her emotive side to coexist. I love how selfless she is.

Also the fact that she is this loyal, never fails to make me love her

I love sasusaku because their dynamics are so unique that they can exist only in Naruto. They both saw the worse side of each-other and accepted it, and this is why I love this pair so much. Their characters grew up at the same speed of their bond (expecially when it comes to sakura’s character)

From this

To this

If I were to summarise their bond in a manga panel then it would be this

anonymous asked:

Prompt 76 bellarke

Bellarke Modern AU, ~2,200 words

For the prompt “I need you to pretend we’re dating” from this list.

On AO3.


No one who watched Bellamy and Clarke sniping at, bickering with, and insulting each other all through fall semester would believe the scene in Room 413 of Wallace dorm on January second.  

Not arguing, not even speaking, they are curled up under Clarke’s blanket together, cozy and warm in her narrow twin bed. Clarke is leaning back against Bellamy’s chest, his legs stretched out to either side of her. He’s twined his arms loosely around her while she holds open a book for them both to read. 

A month ago, any sort of friendliness between them would have been impossible, let alone this simple, instinctive comfort with each other. But then the semester ended, all but one dorm on campus closed for winter break, and all of Bellamy and Clarke’s respective friends packed their bags for a month at home. Clarke was lucky enough to already be living in Wallace, but Bellamy had to haul his stuff over from Walden, all the way over on the other side of campus. Worse, the room he’d been assigned was the one right next door to Clarke’s. For the first 48 hours, it was hell. They could hardly avoid each other, on a campus so empty and with only one thin wall between them, and the snapping and fighting that had been oddly exhilarating when they only saw each other once every couple of weeks turned stale and exhausting when they ran into each other several times a day. Reluctant conversations over the bathroom sink while they brushed their teeth turned, fairly easily, into daily lunches together by the big window in the cafeteria, and then to shared dinners and evenings in Clarke’s room, discussing current events and comparing notes on different classes and professors.

When they realized they had a remarkably similar taste in books, all pretense of acquaintanceship went out the window.

They also realized, in a gentle and unspoken way that still, when she stops to think about, causes Clarke no small amount of confusion, that sharing a bed is many magnitudes more pleasant than not, and from there cuddling became part of their daily routine, too. It doesn’t mean anything. Except that Clarke’s never seen Bellamy so much as put his arm around any of his other friends, and she doesn’t usually curl up under soft blankets with hers. She doesn’t consider herself an overly tactile person, at all. She just feels better when she’s leaning back against his broad chest.

Bellamy makes a low noise under his breath, a signal that he’s ready for her to turn the page. Just as she flips it over, though, the sullen hero’s journey is interrupted by the obnoxious buzzing of her phone.

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