the place where i was born and raised

my pals on the lancecord asked me for some tips on cuban spanish so i thought i’d share them here too for all you lance writers. i’m a cuban voltron fan who doesnt want to live in fear of bad spanish in nearly every damn fic and im trying to be the change i want to see in the world. so feel free to message me if you have any questions about lance’s culture bc this is nowhere near being comprehensive at all.

lets get into the stuff google translate can’t teach u!

i don’t know anyone under the age of 60 who says “dios mio.” lance definitely would not, unless he is doing an impression of his abuela.

things that sound more natural than dios mio: ave maria, ay dios, por dios, AY POR DIOS

more commonly we exclaim “coño!” for anything. shock/anger/awe/etc. if the reaction is negative, it’s just coño. if the reaction is positive, we drop the first syllable and draw it out like “‘ñoooooo”

we exclaim “pinga!” or “cojone!” or “pinga cojone!” as a negative reaction more commonly than any translations of omg too

“de madre” is something we usually exclaim as a negative reaction. it can be yelled or sighed or grumbled. usually has a frustrated or incredulous connotation

“wepa!” is a sound we make as a positive exclamation.

we say “‘ueno” like the verbal embodiment of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (it’s bueno with the b dropped)


other things that sound really stiff for cubans to say is like, “hola, como estas?” i mean, you say it to people you’re not on a casual level with. to friends/family these sound more natural:

“que bola asere” is how we greet our close friends

“que bola” or “que vuelta” is how we say hey

“oye” is hey! but not as a greeting, as an exclamation. something you would say before a greeting or on its own when surprised/offended/trying to get someone’s attention/etc

common insults: cabron/cabrona, mojon, comepinga, comemierda

common pet names for anyone: flaco, nena, mojon, mi socio, corazon

“asere” is our word for “bro” that no other country uses (1000% what lance calls hunk)

we also have a tendency to call our family members by their relation+their name, such as “my Tio Jimmy called” or “Abuela Carmen is making food.” i think this is when we have big ol families and just saying tio or abuela isnt specific enough


also this isnt spanish but i s2g so many bilingual cubans i know use the word “fire” almost constantly to describe something awesome. so i think thats a small cultural thing that communicates lance is cuban without having him speak spanish. (ex. “omg that’s fire” “hunk makes fire tacos” “pidge is fire at fixing stuff” “can you play that fire song?”)


now here’s a bunch of stuff that’s just my opinion

  • I think it’s most in character for Lance to drop Spanish words only one or two at a time into English phrases, since that’s how he uses it in canon (“Hasta la later, Keith!”). A couple of quick examples off the top of my head -
    • tremendo/tremenda - an adjective for huge. “You’re being tremendo sore loser, but okay.”
    • todito/todo - means everything. you can use them one after the other for extra drama. “I forgot todito, todo, about calculus immediately after passing it.”
    • These sound like really natural ways to drop Spanish into conversation without being forced if you keep it to a minimum. I aint here to tell u how to write your lance but i beg you - Please show restraint and don’t try to use all of these tips at the same time!!
  • I recommend following latin internet personalities (like jaxxgarcia or mr. red) to pick up their Spanglish phrasing if you’re really into that. please don’t try to make up your own. it’s never as cute as you thought.
  • if you’re writing full on spanish for more than a word or two, please do not ever make Lance speak it “accidentally” (or even worse, on purpose) to someone he knows doesn’t understand the language. that’s really rude and alienating and it’s so against lance’s character to isolate himself from others like that when he speaks fluent english. 
  • other times Lance can toss a spanish word in without sounding forced is if he’s namedropping cuban things! Try looking up some of our 
    • food (ropa vieja, pan con lechon, arroz con leche)
    • drinks (materva, iron beer, malta), 
    • films (juan of the dead, azucar amarga)
    • or music (celia cruz, marc anthony, juanes*) and have lance mention them by their spanish name if the topic comes up. 
      • *not all of these musicians are cuban, but they’re some of the most popular amongst us. i’m simply naming artists i think lance is most likely to enjoy considering his age and personality.
  • speaking of music, we have very specific dance styles that are pretty cool and almost mandatory to learn at a young age. cubans in general love to party, and to host large family gatherings which easily morph into parties, and basically any social event seems awkward if there’s no one dancing at any point. 
  • what I’m trying to say is Lance definitely knows salsa or merengue moves.
  • I don’t love to party and I’m not a good dancer and I don’t like dancing, but I know salsa anyway because I had to be in the environment my whole life. always exceptions, but the majority of cubans grow up knowing how to dance and it looks more or less like this:

and one last opinion for the road:

Voltron takes place in the future, so I like to dream of Lance being born in a world where Cuba’s free from communism. If you’re doing a Voltron AU that takes place nowadays, please don’t write about Lance’s experience in Cuba if you aren’t familiar with what it’s like to live under a regime like that. It’s very bleak and textbooks don’t cover half of the fucked up things that those who live there actually have to go through.

Lance could have been born in Cuba, but raised somewhere else. Miami would be my recommendation because it’s our second homeland and it means he would have been raised surrounded by Cuban culture without the governmental oppression. But Cubans are absolutely everywhere, so it’s equally believable that Lance’s family could have immigrated to Pawnee, Indiana. Even in Voltron canon, I think it’s likely Lance moved to America at a young age because he clearly has a native fluency in English.

edit: I have a cuban things tag now if you’re interested in finding out more cultural details!

“She’s too good for you” - Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary : You finally meet your boyfriend’s family. 

Just a short little thing I wanted to write about the eldest of the batkids…Hope you’ll like it :s.

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You were watching TV, on your own, in your tiny apartment when it all happened. 

A knock on your door, and then said door opening. You didn’t worry, you knew who it was.

-(Y/N), how many times will I have to tell you that you need to lock your door ? Gotham is a dangerous city…

You turned around, kneeling up on your couch, to look at him. Richard Grayson was facing you. Your boyfriend. You smiled with defiance.

-You know Richie, if someone really wanted to get in my house, the lock wouldn’t do anything. They can just bust the door open with one kick. It’s a very shitty door, in a very shitty complex apartment. No one will ever even think anything valuable is in there. And they’d be right. 

-I beg to disagree, there’s one very valuable thing in this apartment…

You raised your eyebrows. Even your TV was like a hundred years old, and totally worthless. He walked toward you, stopping behind your couch to kiss you. You kissed back eagerly, tangling your hand in his hair, and he pulled back with a low chuckle. Oh you loved his laugh so much. It was damn sexy. 

-You. I’m talking about you (Y/N). 

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I was born and raised in Kentucky, near the foothills of appalachia. I could drive twenty minutes in any direction and find myself square in the middle of abject poverty. Every spring, winter-hardened homeless men reappear to beg for change by the end of most interstate off-ramps.

The people here don’t love me. I’ve been glared out of nearly any kind of establishment you can think of. The south is a place where there are crosses in sight nearly everywhere you go and Mitch McConnell has been voted repeatedly back into office since 1984. They play country music in the Dairy Queen and everyone has a Ford pickup (“because they’re made in the USA!”). It’s a place where speaking in tongues isn’t crazy but being transgender sure is.

Everyone I know wants to leave. They set their sights on Colorado, California, Washington, Oregon. Out in the west where everything is bigger, more open, more open-minded. A place where they might feel safe.

But Kentucky is my home. I love it from deep within my bones. The hills nestle you into them, lovingly, nurturing. In the summer, the air presses into your lungs like it has something burning to say. The forests here are more alive than any other place I have seen; the cicadas sing nonstop and the greenery is so lush that it holds you. A teacher once dubbed it “the sacred yoni” and I have since longed for nothing but mother earth’s embrace. I feel her magic everywhere.

Y'all. I can’t leave. I love these people the way you can only love the people where you come from. I love all of the brave queer kids and the scared queer adults and everyone in between. I love the homeless men begging for the kind of change that you can’t pull out of a wallet. I love the hills and the rivers and the trees.

Someone has to stay. Someone has to make it a better place.

Some Thoughts: The Zoomans

Anonymous said: 
what do you think its going to happen to the zoomans?

I think we all want to see the Zoomans free. Freedom would mean being able to self-determine, from their own life paths to the small choices of when to eat and sleep.

We know from the episode The Zoo, though, that it’s not going to be as simple as opening the doors and telling them they’re free. They have a very different conception of what a good life is, and what freedom means.

When we look at the Zoomans, we have to consider that they have been raised generation after generation in a very particular way. Consider also that the human beings first taken by Homeworld were not only living in a very different society from the one we have now, which also had very different conceptions of who deserved freedom and what it looked like. Moreover, for nearly 6,000 years, the Zoomans were born and raised in the facility, with no idea that a place like Earth exists.

I want to cover how the Zoomans got to where they are now, and the role Homeworld played in “creating” the environment, and the people seen in the episode. In this post I’ll also discuss how the Zoomans might feel and how they’ll eventually attain freedom in the sense we define it.

With that said, let’s get started!

1.  The First Zoomans

One thing that I think should be pointed out off the bat is that the first Zoomans were taken from a particular point in human history. In the 5,000 years since the war, humankind had begun to come together from small pastoral and agricultural communities and established the ancient civilisations, specifically those of the Fertile Crescent, such as Ancient Sumer.

At this time, up until the Enlightenment Period and Scientific Revolution, the human worldview was largely that of Cosmo- or Theo-centrism. Their lives were dictated by patterns in nature, and the concept of a good life was to be in harmony with nature or what the gods wanted. 

This was a time in which there weren’t a lot of choices about what life profession one could take, or who one could marry. Most of these were inherited from one’s parents and decided by the community. 

In fact, it’s much closer to the rigidly stratified social structure found on Homeworld, in which one is essentially born into a job and social roles. It was a time in which some groups weren’t recognised as “human” and equal to the others, again similar to Homeworld.

The idea of a state guaranteeing civil and political rights didn’t come until relatively recently, and in a lot of places, democracy is an even more modern idea. 

As such, the first Zoomans would be quite familiar with routine and some vague higher force instructing them on how best to proceed in life. We can assume that the technology at the Zoo hasn’t advanced very much since its creation, if only because it’s in the outskirts of gem territory, where no one really visits. From here it can be assumed that the way things were done in the past is quite similar to what we see now, in a largely unchanged formula.

It’s not to say that the first Zoomans would have been completely comfortable or didn’t try to fight back. After all, they were being taken from their communities, the very centre of their lives. They had established lives back home that couldn’t be replicated by Homeworld. But, what happened next could have been rationalised by their worldview.

So what happened next exactly?

2. Reverse-engineering the human world

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Imagine you and Chris answering 73 questions from Vogue.

A/N: Oops, I kind of went a little off the rails with this piece. The word count’s like 2.7K? It’s super fluffy, but it’s also slightly more personalized because I was addressing @alxpxe interracial couple request, as well as @dxbrevgrey’s request. Hope y'all enjoy this! (P.S - Thanks for answering my “where are you from?” question! I really, really appreciate it.)

Chris looked up from his newspaper when he saw you enter the kitchen from the corner of his eye. You were too busy responding to the text from Joe Sabina- Vogue’s 73 Question interviewer- to notice your husband was smiling at you with great adoration. He’d noticed in the past few months that you’d been looking particularly beautiful, like there was a glow about you. He figured he was just being a biased, wide-eyed husband, but he was right- there was something different about you that you were yet to share with him.

“Don’t you look beautiful,” he teased and you turned to him.

“Thank you, baby,” you walked over to peck his cheek and his smile widened as he looped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Joe’s like five minutes away, that’s why I’m all dressed up.” You told him, draping your arm around his neck.

“Nope,” he shook his head and your eyes narrowed in confusion. “You always look beautiful, whether or not you dress up and make up.” He explained and you chuckled, kissing the top of his head. “So today’s the day, huh?” He asked as he released you to return to his eggs.

“Mm hm,” you pulled your arm off him to go make yourself a cup of green tea. “I know I was hesitant to do it at first, but now I’m actually excited. It really is an honor to be a part of the series,” you said and Chris nodded in agreement.

You had been asked a couple week ago to be a part of the prestigious 73 Questions interview; you didn’t really know if it was prestigious, all you knew was that many of those that had been a part of it were either talented friends of yours or people you admired greatly. Joe had called your publicist to set up the interview, and since then you’d emailed with him back and forth to plan the transcript as well as had a two hour lunch to finalize it. It took a while to refine what was going to be asked and answered, but you were finally ready to shoot the episode.

“It is, and I’m glad I managed to convince you to do it. Our fans would’ve killed you if you’d declined,” he joked. “There are a lot of people who want to hear you answer seventy-three personal questions as well as walk through our home.” He said then laughed when you did. “Anyway-” he shoveled the rest of his eggs into his mouth and murmured with it full, “do you want Dodger and I to make ourselves scarce?”

“Definitely not,” you quickly said because you’d something planned for the end of the interview that you needed Chris around for. “I think our fans would kill you if you and Dodger didn’t show face in the interview. You do realize that we have more fans as a couple than as individuals, right?” He laughed at that even though he knew it was true; when you got married, all your fans clumped into one large supportive group. “Joe and I worked you into the transcript anyway, so you’re not going anywhere,” you looped an arm around his neck and mumbled into his hair, “mister.”

“I’m happy to stay,” he tipped his head to kiss your jawline, “missus.” The doorbell rang and you pulled away from Chris as he said, “there’s Joe. And-” Dodger barreled in from the backyard and headed for the front door. “There’s Dodger,” he said and you both laughed. “Wait till I grab him to open the door, I don’t think we need another head to the nuts incident.”

“No we don’t,” you chuckled and started towards the front door with Chris following behind you. “They’ve already started filming, by the way. So as soon as we open the door, the interview’s in movement. You ready?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at Chris; he nodded and grabbed Dodger’s collar while you opened the door for Joe.

“Good morning, guys.” Joe smiled behind his handheld camera.

“Hey Joe,” you and Chris both greeted him, smiling.

“Who do we have here?” Joe moved the camera to show Dodger. “This must be the famous Dodger, I’m very thankful you’re holding him back because I don’t think I can take a hit to the nuts so early in the morning.” You all laughed at that. “So shall we begin the interview?”

“Sure,” you both stepped to the side to welcome Joe inside. “If you don’t mind taking your shoes off, that’d be great.” You told him and he directed his camera at both yours and Chris’ socked feet. You’d already discussed it in the transcript, that your shoeless house would be one of his seventy-three questions.

“No problem,” he nodded and started to take off his shoes as he asked his first question. “You come from an Asian family and you’re a bit of a clean freak.” Chris snickered because a bit was an understatement; he couldn’t even sit on the bed without having a shower first. “So this is a habit for you.” You nodded, nudging Chris as you tried not to laugh. “Do you take off your shoes at every house you visit?”

“Most houses,” you nodded.

“All houses,” Chris interjected. “She does it at every house she visits, unless the floors seem dirty or the host insists she keeps them on.” You shot him a dirty look as you tried not to laugh; he’d successfully made you sound like a snob as well as offend the hosts of the houses you’d visited before without taking off yours shoes. “But she’s pretty cute about it, so it’s fine.”

Joe chuckled then used his camera to get a view of the front of your house. “I like the vibe the two of you’ve got going on here, it’s very zen and peaceful.” You looked over at Chris, smiling. “Did you do the interior yourself?” He asked, directing the camera back at you and Chris.

“Chris did,” you pointed at your husband. “We talked about redecorating after the honeymoon, but that was like- what?” You glanced at Chris, both of you chuckling. “Four years ago? We’ve been fairly preoccupied.” Chris nodded. “But honestly, our styles are fairly similar. I didn’t feel a dire need to change things up, I kind of just allowed my things to blend with his.”

“Do you think this is the house you’ll raise your kids in?”

“No,” you and Chris both said simultaneously. “Um-” You glanced at him and you both laughed. “Definitely not,” you continued. “We both love LA and it is where we have to be most of the time because of our jobs, but eventually we’d like to move back to Chris’ hometown.”

“Why not your hometown?”

“That’s a bit tricky considering I’m from two places,” you chuckled, referring to the two countries you called home; Singapore was where you were born, and Australia was where you were raised. “It’s just easier for us if we live in The States because of our jobs, and I’m so used to life here now that I can’t see myself going back to either places. We do go on holidays quite often, but that’s about it.”

“For the record,” Chris spoke up. “I love both countries my girl’s from. Their cultures are vastly different from each other, and mine, but I find it incredibly interesting. It’s always nice to immerse myself in her holidays, especially Chinese New Year. We’ve been back to Singapore a couple of times for it and it’s just awesome. There is so much food, like- ridiculous amounts. Imagine Thanksgiving, but more food and more than one day.”

“Chris has a lot of trouble when we go back for Chinese New Year, especially when we have a Marvel movie coming up because he wants to eat everything but he can’t.” Chris nodded with pursed lips and you laughed, looping your arm with his. “Shall we move on to the rest of the house?”

“Yes, please.”

Joe followed you and Chris as you led him through the rest of your house, answering quick fire questions that told the fans more about you, and Chris, and your life as a married couple. Dodger sprinted off the moment Chris released his collar, but not without getting a pat or two from Joe first. You toured the kitchen where Joe asked you and Chris questions twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-three.

“Who does the cooking?”

“Both of us, but we usually take responsibility for a certain meal,” you answered. “Like Chris always does breakfasts because he’s an early riser. I’m more lunch and dinner, though we’re never really home during lunch time.”

“What’s your favorite cuisine?”

“Italian,” you answered then looked over at Chris.

“I just like yummy food,” he answered with a soft chuckle.

“Your family owned a restaurant when you were younger and you were in charge of desserts,” Joe stated and you nodded. “What’s your favorite dessert item to make?” He asked you then asked Chris, “and what’s your favorite dessert item to eat?”

“Anything with chocolate,” you said when Joe’s camera was on you.

“Favorite dessert item to eat, like- that Y/N makes?” Chris quizzed when Joe’s camera was on him; Joe nodded. “Oh wow, that’s a tough question. Honestly- before I met Y/N, I was not a dessert guy at all. I ate a lot of jellybeans and ice-cream, but that was about it. But God, she’s converted me. I can’t go a meal without dessert now,” he laughed and you smiled. “But my favorite thing? It’s probably her chocolate chip cookies, they just give me such a homey feeling.”

“Can I try one?” Joe asked, directing his camera at the cookie jar sitting on your kitchen bench top. You nodded and took one out of the jar and passed it to him. “Oh wow,” he said after taking a bite. “This is possibly the best chocolate chip cookie I’ve ever tasted, this is delicious.”

“Now you know why I have to work out all the time,” Chris joked.

With those questions answered, you all moved back into the living room. Joe questioned the both of you on the awards you’d received that were displayed on the fireplace mantel, as well as the photographs hanging on your walls. The photographs- the one of you and Chris on set meeting for the first time, and then one from your wedding- were the cues to move onto Joe’s questions onto your Marvel career as well as your relationship with Chris, which you’d thoroughly discussed with Chris before agreeing to answer.

“What is your most memorable moment on a Marvel set?”

“Meeting my husband,” you didn’t even have to think twice.

“And what is it like being married to Captain America?”

“Patriotic,” you joked. Beside you, Chris laughed softly with a shake of his head. “No, it’s wonderful. Chris is the perfect man,” you smiled as you slipped your hand into Chris’; he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “And he’s also lot more than Captain America.”

“Did you know when you first met Chris that he was going to be the one you’d marry?”

“She definitely knew,” Chris answered before you could; his tone was smug and he had a smirk on his face that made you laugh. “But to be fair,” he chuckled, “I did tell her I was going to marry her numerous times.” You laughed harder, nodding in agreement. “I’m just lucky she didn’t run.”

“So it was love at first sight then?”

“For me it was,” Chris nodded, smiling at you.

“Me too,” you said after smiling at him. “I mean- what’s not to love?”

“Best memory as a couple?”

“Our first Christmas together,” you both said at the same time then chuckled when you caught each other’s gaze. “I was in London for a job and Chris was on break back in Boston, so we didn’t think we’d see each other. But um-” you smiled, “he left his family and flew out to London to surprise me and we had a great Christmas together. It was very sweet, I was in tears when I saw him at my hotel door.”

“Is that the nicest thing Chris has ever done for you?”

“It’s up there,” you nodded. “But the thing is, he’s such a sweet and romantic guy that I couldn’t possibly highlight one thing or event. He’s done a lot for me over the course of our relationship, all of it seems as nice as the one before. I can’t choose,” you shook your head, “no way.”

“And what’s the nicest thing Y/N has done for you?”

“I think marrying me?” Chris said then smiled when he heard you chuckle.

“If you were to pick an animal for your partner, what animal would it be?”

“Chris is most definitely a puppy,” you laughed. “He’s always up and at it, he’s always so bubbly and happy- he’s adorable and lovely and kind and just- a down to earth, good guy. He’s the human version of Dodger, it’s no wonder they found each other.”

“Aw,” Chris cooed, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap his arm around you. “Well, Y/N is a cat. Intelligent, sassy, independent, and also very mysterious. You think you’ve got her figured out, but you don’t and you won’t until you show that you’re invested in her. Once she knows you’re here to stay, she’ll cozy up to you and she’ll love you till the end of time.”

“And you said you’re not a cat person,” you teased him.

“I guess you’re my exception, aren’t you?” He winked and you chuckled.

Joe mouthed “seventy-three” and you knew it was his cue to wrap up the interview. You tapped Chris’ leg and you all got onto your feet, walking Joe towards the front door. “Well, it’s been lovely being in your house and talking to the both of you. I believe we’re up to the last question, so here it is.” Joe shared a knowing smile with you, whereas Chris was completely oblivious. “Is it a boy or a girl?” He quizzed and you bit back your smile, slipping your hand into Chris’.

“What do you mean?” Chris’ eyes narrowed in confusion, then he turned to you when Joe beckoned his head at you. You smiled and realization swept over Chris’ face. “Are we-” He cut himself off when he saw you nod, and his smile reached his eyes. “No!” He pulled his hand out of yours and covered his mouth. “We’re pregnant?!”

“I can’t answer that because that’d be seventy-four questions, so I’ll answer Joe’s.” You said and Chris’ eyes glistened with tears of joy as he waited to hear if he was going to be a dad to a handsome baby boy or a beautiful baby girl. “It’s a boy.”

“Yes!” He cheered and hugged you, lifting you off the ground. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, smiling at Joe who was letting himself out after nodding at you gratefully. “I’m going to be a dad, I’m going to be a dad!”

“Yes you are,” you cupped Chris’ face in your hands when he put you down onto your feet and released you. “And you’re going to be the best dad in the whole wide world.” He smiled and cupped your face in his hands, pulling you towards him to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I was wrong, you know.”

“About what?” You quizzed, looking up to meet Chris’ gaze.

“About the nicest thing you’ve done for me,” he answered and you smiled because you knew what he was going to say next. “Because this is it. You’ve helped me check off everything on my life plan. I got to work with my celebrity crush, I got to marry the love of my life, and now I’m having a child with my soul mate. That’s it, I have everything and I don’t think I can ask for anything more.” Your heart swelled when you saw his blue eyes glistened. “Well-” he chuckled and leaned in, “maybe just a kiss?”

“You got it,” you smiled.

“I love you,” he breathed when his lips were inches from yours.

“I love you more,” you said then met his soft lips.

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types of new zealand children

  • you were born on the west coast. black sand and thrashing waters, the kind of dangerous parents warn their children about. you could swim before you could walk, and you can feel the ocean in your bones, a soft ache that will never go away
  • you were born in canterbury. winter is nothing more than a warm embrace to you. your body convulses and shifts endlessly like the land below you, and your whole existence feels on edge. rise and fall
  • you were born in the wetlands. you know rebirth better than any, and yet you still feel trapped. you wake early every morning, and you know just how silent the farm can be. your life is an endless cycle of this knowing and yet you can never do anything but watch
  • you were born in te hiku-o-te-ika. the old gods still live inside of the earth, and you are surrounded by them. tane mahuta stands tall and so do you. breathe in, you exist at the top of aotearoa
  • you were born in the alpine mountains of otago. land of the red earth, isolated village, you are difficult to get to and difficult to understand. you are calmest when the wind is thin and the snow cold. poor child, you will never be able to comprehend your vastness
  • you were born in the cities. there is a disconnect in your identity, and no matter how many times you shift around, you will never feel at home until the hum of traffic has settled under your skin
  • you were born in the king country. war torn kid with too much blood on your knees, in your mouth, on your arms. there’s a rage inside of you that will never go away, but nor will the strength that comes from the bones of the kings in the soil below you
  • you were born in marlborough. the dry season has lasted several years, and you just want to know when everything will feel okay again. soon, i promise you
  • you were born on the volcanic plateau. you will never know where you belong, but that’s okay. nowhere will be able to contain you but the open vastness of the desert road. you are all too much, from lake taupo to mount ruapehu, you are unknowable
  • you were born in the bay of plenty. you have never known hunger, but you know suffering. you are the softest of children, raised on summer warmth and placid rivers that you know better than the back of your hand
  • you were born in heretaunga. you survived a place that wanted you dead. through the floods, the earthquakes, and the droughts, you still stand. you are so much stronger than you know
Stereotypical [KJI]

↠ jongin x f!reader; 14.5k; he’s not ready to be a king yet, but with some help jongin will rule over everything
 royal!au, mentions of death and stuff like that, jongin is a soft prince that you will love even if he’s innocent n smol

“I mean, I want you to be more than my housecarl,” Jongin tells you, “you’re not my mother’s gift to me. I want you to be my girlfriend. That’s what I want you to be.”

You don’t answer him straight away. The words in your mouth are jumbled and they only become worse when you look Jongin in the eyes. “Girlfriend?”

Originally posted by chokaivlicious

♡ suho vers ~ yixing vers. ♡

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Chris Colfer: The First Time I Braved New York (and a Taxi!)
The “Glee” actor and best-selling author, whose latest young adult novel is “Stranger Than Fanfiction,” talks about a rite of passage.
By Chris Colfer

Imagine, if you will, the Pillsbury Doughboy with Peter Brady’s haircut and Truman Capote’s voice. Add a sprinkling of the fear of being touched and the social anxiety of a shy Chihuahua. That was me at 18, and in December 2008, that guy decided it was a good idea to take a trip to New York City all by himself.

To reiterate why this cultural experiment was destined for failure, I should mention I was born and raised in Clovis, Calif., a small town in the heart of the San Joaquin Valley — you know, where they end up in “The Grapes of Wrath.” Clovis is a place of spacious farmland, quiet suburbs, ample street parking and trucks with testicle ornaments. It couldn’t be more different from the Big Apple, which is probably why I spent much of my adolescence wishing Kristin Chenoweth would show up in Glinda the Good Witch’s bubble and take me there.

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In Judaism, a person is evaluated for their actions, not for who they are. A person cannot control - cannot choose - what family they were born into. A person cannot choose where they were born, or how their parents decided to raise them. But they can choose how to act - they can choose to leave their past behind and move forwards, to turn negativity into positivity, to turn hate into love, and darkness into light. This is our portion, this is our inheritance, and this is our responsibility… After all, Moshe spoke to us in the Torah, saying (Deuteronomy 30:19) “I bore testimony on you today, [in front of the] heavens and the earth, the life and the death - that I have placed before before you, the blessing and the curse… And you have chosen life.”
Bundle Of Joy - Part Four

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Parent!Reader

Summery: Shit gets real

Warnings: Cliffhanger (Mahaha!)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three


Perhaps it was the alcohol, but your ability to control your body and raging heartbeat completely shattered as you found yourself drowning in the colour of Bucky’s eyes. It had been too dark before and you hadn’t been paying that close attention, but now in the light of your small apartment you could see that they were gorgeously blue. Intense and unblinking in a thousand yard stare, they were the colour of the rising tide - like something straight from a child’s fairy tale - full on Prince Charming.

You’d only had a glass and a half of wine, but you couldn’t help the ditsy schoolgirl giggle that passed your lips or the way you practically draped yourself over the handsome man whom sat beside you. He seemed to have an unusual keenness for human connection, however, and didn’t mind your behaviour one bit. Instead of pushing you away or sitting by you awkwardly, Bucky unconsciously rubbed circles into your ankle as you rested your feet upon his lap, as if you had known each other all your lives.

“How long have you been living in Brooklyn?” He asked you, speaking softly as if his words could cause this safe space the two of you had created to crumble. His gaze hovered behind you, over to the half unpacked box that sat in the corner of the room, a worn old teddy bear in a dull lavender dress sitting upon it, the same flower crudely stitching into her foot.

“Not long.” You said, twisting around and throwing the teddy bear a quick glance over your shoulder. “Just moved back, actually. I went traveling for a few years and got a bit homesick.”

Bucky nodded. “It’s an interesting place to grow up.”

He didn’t miss the way your brows creased in slight confusion at his statement, but you were quick to realize what he meant. “Yes, I suppose it is a hell of a lot better than traveling between places all the time. Did you grow up here, Buck?”

“Born and raised.” He nodded, a far away look crossing his face. “I moved away for a while too. I’d love to move back, but it’s a bit too expensive now.”

“So where are you staying?”

“Manhattan with a friend.” Bucky smiled, meeting your gaze. “Childhood friend. He’s got his heart set on moving back here too.”

“That’s sweet.” You mumbled, lifting your glass to your lips.

Just as the wine touched your tongue, a loud wailing pierced through the thin wall separating the living room from the bedroom. You didn’t miss a beat before swinging your legs off of Bucky’s lap and jumping up from your seat, and neither did he.

“I can go.” He said.

“Nah, I’ve got this.” You shot down his offer, shoving your wine glass in his hand before rushing off to your daughter’s aid.

Light and quick on your feet, you practically glided across your apartment and into the bedroom, making your way over to the plain white crib beside the bed. Your daughter’s cried ceased the moment your face came into view and she laughed, as only a baby could laugh with a sweet bubbling chime as her bright and sparkling eyes found yours.

You didn’t say anything and merely smiled as she reached out of the wooden bars and took hold of your shirt, pulling at it with as much strength as she could muster without falling backwards onto her padded tush. She moved like her legs were in hinges, wobbling to and fro as she tried to keep her balance.

“She looks like you.”

An amused laugh bubbled up and passed your lips. Looking back over at Bucky, you found him leaning against the doorway, looking between you and your daughter.

“That’s a terrible cliche.” You said, a sliver of a smile on your face. Bucky smirked and wandered in, his gaze lingering over a couple framed photographs and a collection of trinkets that sat upon the vanity that he passed on the way to your side. Ordinarily, the sight of someone looking over your things would have sent you into a panic, but for some reason you were completely content. It gave you an unfamiliar feeling of warm anticipation, eager for him to get a glimpse into your everyday life.

“What’s this?” He asked, holding up a large glass jar of tiny origami stars.

You hesitated and swiped your tongue very your dry lips. “Just paper stars. Nothing special.”

He gave the jar a small shake and then set it back down. “Looks like a lot of them.”

“There’s only a hundred and fourty-nine.” You blurted out before you got stop yourself.

“What?”

You turned your attention back to your daughter, scooping her up into your arms as not to have to took at him. “One hundred and fourty-nine. That’s how many stars are in the jar.”

Normally you would have added another by this hour.

“You make them?”

You shrugged. “It’s something to do.”

Because you had your back to him, you didn’t see Bucky’s expression. Suspicion, confusion and curiosity were all present - he knew there was something you weren’t telling him, but he didn’t push it.

Clearing your throat, you turned back around, adjusting your daughter’s position on your hip as she played with the lavender dressed teddy bear you’d given her. Bucky averted his gaze from you and continued to survey your space, his fingertips grazing along everything as if he were reading Braille. He was taking it all in, taking you in.

“Would you like to hold her?’

You smiled at the way Bucky’s face lit up. He nodded and approached you and your daughter in three easy strides. He pulled off his jacket before easing her out of your hold, chuckling as she reached out for him.

“She’s so small.” Bucky marveled, dragging his eyes up to yours. Your heart hammered against your chest and you let the happiness soak right through to your bones.

But then he turned to the side, exposing the red painted star across his metal arm.

Your breath hitched and your heart dropped.

“Bucky, what is that?”

He followed your gaze and his features hardened, the smile he was wearing melting away as fast as an ice cube over a burning flame.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Nothing special.” He said, your own words echoing back to you.

But as he spoke all you could do was stare at him as if he were a radio and not a person to be interacted with. His voice circulated in your head and it took everything for your shaking knees not to buckle underneath you.

The two of you met each other’s gaze.

“Hydra.”

It was one word, yet it dripped with venom and left a nasty taste in your mouth. You felt as though all your energy had just been shoved out of your body and you began to tremble with rage. Your throat closed up with the threat of a scream, but your jaw had become tight. Fighting the impulse to whirl around and sprint out of the apartment, you tried your best to stay calm and took your daughter back into your own arms.

Your eyes stung as they remained unblinking, holding Bucky in a murderous glare. A metallic taste filled your mouth as your teeth crunched over your bottom lip with unchecked strength.

“Get out.”

Low and threatening, you voice was barely above a whisper, yet resembled that of a wild animal’s growl before striking it’s unlucky prey.

“What do you know about - ?”

“ - GET OUT!”

He was like a frightened dog. Staggered backwards, Bucky rushed out of the bedroom with you close at his heels.

You remained silent as you backed him up against the front door of your apartment. The look of mad, murderous rage in your eyes had him tripping over his own feet and fear slicing through him - he couldn’t have imagined such anger coming from you until this moment.

Bucky desperately tried to calm you down, throwing his hands up to show that he had no intention of fighting back, but that and his attempts at reasoning with you were completely futile.

“(Y/N), please - “

“NO!”

It was with that one final yell that your fist landed upon his chest with full force. Like in the movies, Bucky flew backwards and crashed through the door and into the hallway, landing painfully on the floor.

You didn’t stand around and wait to see if he was okay or would leave now that you had attacked him. Instead you swept your apartment, grabbing your purse from the kitchen counter before darting over to plain brick wall at the far end of the apartment. You hand skimmed the unpainted brinks until you came to the fourth one away from the open window. Then you turned to the side and protected your daughter as well as you could before punching your fist through it, ignoring the pain that shot up your arm and the blood that coated your knuckles.

Prying away the rubble you found what your were looking for. Reaching in and pulling it out, you took a moment to examine the red leather book, turning it in your hand and glaring down at the familiar black star branded into the front.


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I’m A Monster (Loki X Vampire!Reader)

Characters: Loki X Vampire!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Blood

Request:Can I request a Loki x reader? She’s on the team and a vampire. When Thor brings Loki to stay at the tower she’s automatically drawn to his scent. They end up falling for each other and he allows her to nip him a few times for bloody treat.


Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

You had been on the team for a while. You were already a bit of an oddball so you fit right in. Fury had you on the team since you were agile, fast, but also incredibly strong. You’re not sure but it might have something to do with the fact that you’re a vampire. Because of this, you had a thirst for blood and so Tony had to pay for bags of blood for you. You only needed a shot of blood once a day to function, but Tony didn’t want to run out and then you be in a bad place where your instincts kick in and someone could get hurt.

Because of your lifestyle and everything at came with it, including accidents, lashing out, and being raised as a natural born killer, you had a strong mind. You could catch peoples scent and know a lot about them without them even speaking to you.

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Shifted - Part 7, Chapter 5

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…


Part 7 - The Visitor

Lallybroch, Autumn 1762

A hurried introduction to various nieces and nephews while the servants scurried about – and then the three of them were in Jamie’s study. Claire settled behind Jamie’s desk and gestured for Roger to take the chair in front of the desk. Jamie bolted the door behind them and stepped over to Claire, standing beside her and resting an arm around her shoulders.

“Now,” she said softly. “Tell me why you are here.”

Roger licked his lips. “Your husband looked for you. He found you.”

Claire’s hand flew to her mouth, wordless.

“Go on.” Jamie’s voice was low, steely.

Roger watched Claire’s chin crumple, but her gaze remained strong on his, her cheeks flushed.

“He kept in touch with the Reverend over the years – would come to visit every once in a while when I was growing up. Within a year of your – disappearance – he came to peace with the fact that you’d never be found.” He rubbed the back of his neck idly. “Mrs. Graham – he’d gotten to speaking with her every time he visited. He became more and more open to the idea that you’d, well, stepped through time. And that maybe you were in a place that you couldn’t come back from.” He shrugged. “It’s as good of an explanation as any, I suppose.”

She nodded quietly.

“Frank moved back to Oxford – began teaching again. Became a Jacobite scholar – the ’45, Bonnie Prince Charlie and all that.”

“And all that,” Jamie said softly, shaking his head. He rubbed Claire’s shoulders. “Go on.”

“He had you legally declared dead, Claire, in 1949. You’d been gone four years, without a trace.” Roger watched as she sighed and closed her eyes.

“Frank married again, Claire. In 1950. She’s a librarian at the university – they met when she helped him with his research.”

Claire took in a deep breath. “Do they have any children?”

“No. No, they don’t.” Roger dropped his eyes and starred at his hands. Claire pulled back and looked up at Jamie with a trembling smile. His troubled eyes relaxed.

“I ended up studying under him at university,” Roger continued. “He and the Reverend got a great kick out of it. I was helping him with some research, two years ago, focusing on how the British Army gave amnesty to proven rebels right after the Rising. And I found Jamie’s pardon.”

Jamie cleared his throat. “Was he still looking for her, then?”

Roger shook his head. “No. But when I found the deed of sassine where you signed over this place to your nephew, and saw Claire’s name on the document…” He swallowed and raised his eyes. Claire’s fingers twined with Jamie’s on her shoulder, reassuring him.

“So I showed it to him – and I thought he was going to faint, right there. We knew it was you, Claire. We’d found you in 1746.”

Jamie tilted Claire’s chin to lock his eyes with hers. His free hand gently traced her cheekbones. It was an intimate gesture – one that spoke of deep feeling born of many years of a shared life – and Roger suddenly felt like an intruder on a very private moment.

Something unspoken was communicated between them, and Jamie gently released Claire’s face, sliding his hand down to rest on her other shoulder.

“So why come, then?” Claire asked softly. “Just to bring me news of Frank? Because he’s clearly moved on from me – and I hope you can tell that I’ve clearly moved on from him.”

Roger sighed. “Once we figured out what had truly happened, I started researching whether I could do it myself. To come back, I mean.”

Claire’s brow furrowed. “How on earth do you research something like that?”

Roger shrugged. “Spoke with Mrs. Graham, for one thing. Met with some local druids, if you can believe that. Did some research at the Inverness newspaper to find other unexplained disappearances in the vicinity of the stone circle.” He paused. “Frank tried to go back – he went to the stone circle first.”

Jamie started. “Is he here? Did he follow ye?”

Claire rose and rested a hand on Jamie’s chest. “Jamie – no – ”

“Claire.” He grabbed her hand. “If he’s here, I must…I must speak wi’ him. I-”

“He’s not here,” Roger said softly. “He’s dead.”

Claire crumpled into the chair. “What?”

“Heart attack, six months ago.”

She closed her eyes. Jamie stilled beside her but his body tensed, still coiled for action.

She waited a moment to speak – and when she did, her voice was soft, weary, but firm. “I will ask you again, Roger. Tell me why you are here.”

“To see you, of course. To see if it was really you – and to see how you’d lived your life. And I wanted to see if it was possible to – to actually live for a while in the time I’ve spent the past few years of my life studying, getting to know so well.”

She didn’t respond for a long while, and he thought she’d fallen asleep.

Suddenly her eyes opened – cold. “You’re a bloody tourist,” she hissed.

“A tourist? No, I’m a historian. I wanted to see if it was possible. It is possible, for me. I know it’s not possible for everyone. Frank couldn’t do it. So I did it – to honor him. And I’ll stay here for a while – I found you, and delivered the news to you as I’d intended. And then in a bit I’ll go back.”

She rose and rested her arms on the desk, leaning across it, towering over him. “Do you just mean to come here and play around for a while, then? To study us like we’re some kind of science experiment? Test out your theories?”

He leaned back slightly. “No, I don’t mean that. I -”

“You can’t just drop in and out of a time like this. It’s dangerous, every day. You have no idea how dangerous it can be here.”

He raised one eyebrow, challenging. “You’re safe on this estate, with your husband and his family to protect you.”

Jamie laid a hand on her back, and she straightened. “You fucking naïve idiot,” she said slowly, deliberately, voice full of ice. “You can’t just play around. I’ve seen acts of violence and absolute depravity that would make your skin crawl. Men have tried to rape me. I was put on trial for witchcraft. I have fought a war. I have seen men die from simple infections and women die in childbirth. Soldiers have assaulted me and unjustly seized my family’s property. I have killed. I have done violence. I have aided and abetted criminals. I lost a child.”

She breathed short, shallow breaths. “And I’m only a woman. I won’t even begin to tell you what Jamie has been through, in his life. You have no idea how dangerous it is to be a man here, Roger.”

“But you’ve chosen to stay, Claire – you never went back. And I assume the two of you had – have – children together, yet you’ve chosen to raise them here.” He rose and rested his own hands on the desk, eyes level with hers. “All those things you’ve said may be true – and still you’ve chosen to stay. Why?”

Claire swallowed, trying to settle herself. “Because I’m a realist. I know what this world is capable of, and I try my best to prepare myself for it.” She breathed in and out, deeply. “And I have Jamie. I met him the day I fell through the stones. I married him a few weeks later. He is my protector. He has a sense of honor that men in your time don’t. He’s kept me safe. He’s kept our family safe.” Her eyes pierced his. “At a personal cost so great that it’s difficult to comprehend. He has sacrificed many times so that I didn’t have to. So that our children didn’t have to.”

Jamie lay his hand atop Claire’s on the desk. Roger startled to see it had been mangled – broken badly – clearly many years ago. That proved Claire’s point, then.

Roger nodded, processing. “Did you never want to go back, then? Never want to go back to Frank?”

She sighed. Roger watched Jamie’s fingers curl around hers. “I did at first. But I wasn’t sure if I could get back – to go back to that time. And then I realized that I didn’t want to. Even with the pain, the heartbreak, the violence, the danger.” She sighed. “And now I’ve been here so long that this is my time. Your time – it must be 1964? – it’s not my own. My life is here.”

Roger slowly sank back into his chair. “And not with Frank?”

She shook her head. “Roger, I love Jamie. He is my breath, the blood and bone in my body. He understands me – truly understands me. Frank, bless him, never did. It’s as simple as that.”

Silence stretched between them.

Jamie finally broke the tension. “Will ye stay wi’ us, then? For tonight at least?”

Roger met Jamie’s wary eyes. “If you’ll have me.” He tried and failed to meet Claire’s gaze. “Will you introduce me to your family?”

Jamie nodded. “Aye, I will. Though God knows how.”

The Story of Jon Snow as Told In One of Culture’s Most Popular Tales

As I think about the narrative arc of Jon Snow, one thing became clear: I’ve seen this before! Jon Snow’s literary reflection might be America’s most popular tale. What his arc says about the main themes of Game of Thrones tells me a few things:

1.) The Hero will be faced with a choice between Home and Heritage

2.) The Hero will be confronted face to face with the Ghosts of the Old World

3.) The Hero will not turn their back on Home

4.) The Antagonist to the Hero could very easily be seen as having noble intentions

To really illustrate this, I used non-specific terms to describe both story arcs. The first is filled in with images from Game of Thrones for the reader to easily identify how the story thread is present in Jon Snow. I then used the same exact language but images from this second story to show these parallel journeys.


ORIGINS OF THE HERO

A boy (”Hero”), born from an ancient line from a man believed to be the best hope before his life was ultimately cut shorter than expected (“Father”)

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Simo and Yousef IG Livestream (June 22)

This was approximately after 12am until before 12:30am. They were both laying in bed. Please correct me if I’m wrong in any of these. This post may be updated/edited at some point. These points are in chronological order.

  • Yousef’s birthyear is 2000.
  • They’re gonna be in Copenhagen at 9am (along with the rest of the Balloon Squad). They have to wake up in approximately 5 hours to travel there. They’re gonna stay in Schæffergården.
  • (About some comments telling them they look gay - they were both topless) Yousef: I’m comfortable enough with my sexuality to pretend I’m gay, so it’s cool.
  • (About uploading Hei Briskeby once Skam is over)
    Yousef: Fuck no.
    Simo: It’s a secret. You guys have to wait and see.
  • “You guys miss Skam already?” Simo said yes.
    Yousef: Yeah, I do, sort of.
  • “Can you dab at midnight?” They did.
  • Fans asked them to speak Italian, Arabic, French, Spanish, Turkish, and German.
  • (About drugs/weed/etc)
    Simo: He’s (Yousef), like, stupid because he’s 16 and doesn’t have a lot of experience.
    Yousef: That’s even worse to say ‘cause you’re worse than me. You can stay in school and do drugs. [Something about Simo/what he said being pretentious]
    Simo: Study and work.
    Yousef: Don’t listen to him.
  • Yousef’s birthday is September 8 and he’s turning 17 (Virgo).
  • Simo is turning 20 in November 30 (Sagittarius). 
  • Simo is born and raised in Oslo (Moroccan parents), and Yousef is half-Norwegian and half-Egyptian.
  • “Is this a pyjama party?” Yousef: No, I’m not wearing anything.
  • Simo is going to Morocco on July 3 (from Oslo to Amsterdam, and he’s gonna be in Amsterdam for 4 hours). Someone asked him where in Morocco, and he said Tétouan (I didn’t catch the other place he said).
  • Yousef: You’re all pretty cool. I’m going to sleep now ‘cause I really need it.
Time After Time: Peg O’ My Heart

Summary: If it were up to Dean, he’d never travel through time again. But no matter how many times he bitched about it, his ass always ended up in the past. Chasing after the Greek god of time, Chronos, Dean gets zapped back to 1943, where he shot a Nazi,  and met the legendary Steve Rogers and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Steve Rogers, Anrim Zola, Peggy Carter
Characters mentioned: Chronos
Word count: 1,359
Warnings: Time travel, canon violence, language, major canon divergence [it’s an AU / crossover folks]
Author’s note: Inspired by this GIFset. Thank you @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog [AKA @captain-rogers-beard ] and @climbthatmooselikeatree for listening to me babble on end about this. Your patience and help means so much more than you can imagine. GIF credit [x] GIFs found on Google 

My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.


PREVIOUSLY ON TIME AFTER TIME:

“So, spill already. What bucket of syrup did you two blockheads step into?” Peggy knows Steve, knows that if there’s something amiss, Steve will have already dove head first into the fray.

“We need your help, Peg,” Steve breathes, willing himself to not grab the woman he loves and kiss her senseless. “Seems we got a time traveller running around.”

Both men take notice of the sparkle that lights up Peggy’s face. “Delightful.”


Sammy,

I’m in 1943, man. Time travel, again. My favorite. You ready for what’s next? I’m working with Steve Rogers. Yeah, dude. Captain fucking America! It’s crazy. I don’t even know if it’s real or if I’m stuck in some weird dream world.

Whoever you and I started hunting, I think Steve is, too. Huh. Still hasn’t sunk in. I’m working with Steve Rogers. Oh, and his friend… Bucky! Man, it’s weird seeing him without a metal arm. I’m trying not to say too much, but I already let the Avengers slip. I know, I know… time travel is tricky and shit like that.

Right now, I’m at Carter’s Tailoring in Brooklyn. It’s mainly a front for the beginning of SHIELD, I think. Because there’s no way a shop this small and tucked away makes enough cash to stay open. Steve’s girl, Peggy, is helping, doing some research into what’s happening.

Wait… isn’t Peggy the one Steve loves? Shit, it is, and I just hit on her. Fuck, I’m an idiot.

Steve pushes his head through the curtain. “Got something.”

“Right behind you,” Dean gruffs.


Peggy turns the book around, showing Dean what she and Steve found. “It’s the infinite hourglass.”

“That’s the symbol I saw on his ring,” Dean confirms.

“Yeah, that’s the mark of Chronos,” Peggy adds, watching Dean closely, see if there’s any kind of recognition in his eyes.

The war had brought all kinds of supernatural forces to the front line, none scarier than Red Skull. He was ruthless, without remorse or conscience, obliterating everything, everyone in his path. He wanted to rule the world, even if that meant being the only survivor.

Dean shakes his head. “Who?”

“The god of time,” Steve answers, sounding less than enthusiastic about someone other than Jesus Christ himself marching around, calling themselves God.

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“Starscream’s Lullaby” is an AU inspired by the plot in The Lion King 2, but mainly by the song “My Lullaby”. I made some re-draws of parts of the song, and as you can see I’ve changed the lyrics to fit the Transformers universe better. Also feat. my own Thundercracker and Skywarp Prime-designs.

AU lore explanation under the cut!

Reblogs are always appreciated!

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For neonxxlights on Quotev: Originals- y/n moves into the house across from The Michaelsons and Elijah takes interest in her

Author’s Note: I know the building across from the Abattoir that the Mikaelson’s live in is completely different from what I’m about to describe here momentarily, but just go with the flow.

Originally posted by fuckyeahdanielgillies

Elijah X Reader

Dragging the last box into it’s appropriate room, you’re still in awed disbelief about how affordable one of the townhouses across from the magnificent abattoir in the middle of the French Quarter was. They were meant to be rented out as individual apartments, but the townhouses were put up for sale individually rather abruptly two years ago and the realtor was surprised when you expressed your interest. Especially when said interest didn’t wane when she subtly mentioned all the fighting and deaths that took place in and around the French Quarter.

The kitchen is the first room you decide to put together after finding your iPod dock and connecting your phone to it to play some background music, and you’ve only placed the last glass in the cabinet when there’s a knock on the front door. Confused as to who your evening visitor is, you lower the music and go greet them.

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Y’all, I need a Marvel/Emerald City Fusion asap!

Just imagine it, this being Darcy Lewis’ mother..

Originally posted by my-beautiful-wickedness

Yes :) Darcy being the daughter of the Witch of the West.

She’s born and raised in Oz, learning everything Mother West can teach her. But as she gets older, she realizes that Mother West and Aunt Glinda aren’t all they’re cracked up to be and seeks help from Dorothy who she comes to know because of Uncle Roan/Lucas. 

Since she knows that Dorothy travels between Oz and a place called Kansas, she asks to be taken away to a new life where she’s not feared because of her Mother and magic. So a plan is concocted where Darcy “dies” in Oz and Dorothy sneaks her out under the cover of night, and gives her a home with Aunt Em in Kansas.

Darcy of Oz then becomes Darcy Gale Lewis.

Darcy learns to adapt to this new world, is home schooled by Aunt Em and Dorothy (when Dorothy isn’t in Oz), and surprisingly is smart enough to earn a scholarship to college.

Darcy still chooses Political Science as her major, but she’s quite knowledgeable in medicine thanks to Aunt Dorothy. Jane takes her on as an intern and is outed when Thor lands and becomes a trusted ally. Jane, Eric and Thor are the only three to learn of Darcy’s Oz heritage, and the two humans are quite flabbergasted because everyone knows The Wizard of Oz is a children’s tale. 

Darcy then ends up skimming through the true story of Oz and how it’s not just a children’s tale. It’s home and there’s nothing cutesy about it.

Fast forward to after the Avengers are formed and Darcy makes connections with each of them when a tornado, of all things, pops down atop Stark Tower. Everyone thinks it’s the Bifrost, but Darcy knows better. 

It’s Dorthy in full Oz wardrobe: 

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..to tell her that Oz needs her. Oz is under attack.

Darcy then has to tell the Avengers about her heritage and the Avengers all jump at the chance to visit the fairy tale land. And yeah, that’s as far as I got. 

What do you guys think could happen there?

anonymous asked:

for ur species swap au, has Keith told everyone he's galra? if so how do Shiro and Hunk react to that? What about the humans?

Like right at the start

The group (besides Hunk) find out he’s half garla when they are in his cabin after rescuing Altean!Shiro garrison and when he recovers (who noted is also wearing a shirt with a ‘green alien on it in a sunhat and wearing glasses’ which they gave to him to change into from the prison clothes from the back of the Coran’s minivan) he recognized Keith was Garla straight away. Though it’s not like he is hiding it super well. The humans haven’t met a Garla so they like what, then they learn the history.

In this AU Keith is half but was raised by garlan (his mom and the place in blade in mamora wherever they care for the young) but with Keith half human he aged so so very much faster than the other Galra that were born around the same time as him.

So Keith is like I am a Galra and part a group rebellion against Zarkon and came to Earth after learning to shift into his human form to investigate about Voltron (but also to find out more about his human half, papa where are u. Also went undercover at the Garrison for info but also yeaah i wanna fly. Does Keith get kicked out of the Garrison in this Au? hmm haven’t decided yet)

Lance is like I don’t believe it

(also Human!Allura to Human!Coran: ‘you think this is why he’s so attached to cryptids? that they may be other aliens.’ Human!Coran: ‘I think he just really digs Mothman’)

Keith is like lemme turn purple and show u and then he standing making the face and everyone’s just intensely watching him and he snaps ‘Well I can’t do it with you all watching me!!!!’. Then he admits ok it took ages to shift to human form the first time, so he stuck like that for awhile.

Altean!Shiro is wary of Keith at the start and so is Altean!Hunk when they find him in the castleship. And Keith understands that and gives them space and respects them until over time they are comfortable enough and build up trust. To Human!Coran its like ‘well once I found out the boy was living alone in the cabin in the middle of the desert and wasn’t even having his 5 a day, basically kinda adopted him’ and now the guest room at Coran and Allura’s place been converted into his bedroom with mothman bed covers. Allura’s is oh bro. Lance is rival and now kinda even more pumped, cause rival is half alien yooo. And Pidge is just like ‘maybe the cryptids we try to find were inside us all along’.

Good Morning Baltimore

Hamwriters’ Write-a-thon: Worldwide Day (4)

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 1099

Trigger Warnings: None

A/N: This is a fic based on where I’m from, Baltimore, Maryland. (Yes, the title is a Hairspray reference.) I was so excited to right this because whenever my city is in the news, it’s never for anything good, but it’s not all that bad here. We have bad places inside the city, just like everyone else, but I wanted to bring to light the good places. I hope you enjoy this!

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“C’mon Lin! Get excited!”

“I’ve been driving for three hours straight, Y/N; this is as excited as I’m gonna be.”

“I told you to switch with me.”

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