the sword still has a heart on it

Aries —
oh, my sweet, sweet child, what has the world done to you? you were a bright promise,
the tomorrow we had hoped for, holding flowers in your mouth without crushing them
and trusting blindly in those around you. and then came the blood; and now your fire
is a quiet thing, a crackling murmur hidden in the shadows. you’ve curled into yourself
like a newborn babe, held your heart tightly to your chest and began the tedious healing.
and all the salt in your tears made the deep wounds sting; was it this what kept you pure?
I wonder, oh, I wonder. before you, I had never seen an anathema so full of innocence.
(the world tried to cast you down from paradise; and it succeeded. but the fall couldn’t
maim you, for fire cannot kill fire – it simply shrunk you, much like a mimosa bloom.
I hope one day you’ll feel safe enough to flower, for there is so much beauty in you.)


Taurus —
I wish I could wrap my hands around your shoulders and hold you close for a while,
because oh, what sad things they are, your bones. I am so sorry, beloved; so very sorry.
and I am well aware these apologies cannot change anything, but I want you to know
that there is someone who sees you as you are – even when all the others see is your
superfluous frivolity and your desire for riches, I see the thoughtful mind, the gentle
gestures, each and every of your heartbeats. the song of you is imprinted into my memory
as the change in seasons is; you are unforgettable, something so precious and so very dear.
(don’t let them shame you for your greed – those who try to do so cannot wrap their
all too little minds around the fact that sin is not necessarily negative. your love for gold
has root in the same place as your love for others; you only want it so you may share it.)


Gemini —
it’s lonely, isn’t it? not being the way all others are. they tell you you’re a forgery, that your
smile is a mask and your composure an act, simply because they cannot accept the idea
that people are supposed to be multidimensional. on and on they go, pinning their ignorance
to you under the name of blame, seeing in you only that which they wish to see. sometimes,
you wish you were like them. I know you do. you shouldn’t. it might be lonely where you are,
but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing; lonely doesn’t mean secluded. there are others like you,
with minds like diamonds. others like you, who are only habitual in their tendency for change.
(you will find someone who can make sense out of you, one day, you know. they’ll know you
better than you yourself do – every single aspect of you, every single frantic facet and feeling.
and when you do, the wait will be more than worth it. I promise you won’t die nor live alone.)


Cancer —
you poor, poor, poor thing. it’s been a thousand years since you’ve curled into yourself, hid
your heart deep in the cradle of your ribs and let yourself sleep; then the time came for you
to awaken, and you found the world unchanged – it was as if everything had stood still.
reality swept into you like saltwater into gaping wounds, and every fiber of your soul wept.
fearful, you took the broken glass road still, walked it fully aware of what laid in waiting;
like a bride the night she is wed to a stranger, you swallowed your terror and saw it through.
often, those ignorant make you out to be such a bumbling coward. you’re not. you just aren’t.
(in fact, you’re on of the bravest people I know; it takes so much courage to let the world
see you weep – and it takes even more of it to wipe your tears and keep moving forward.
above all, it takes immense courage to allow yourself to love even when you know it’ll hurt.)


Leo —
the size of your heart puts to shame both Jupiter and your own pride and ego; to this day,
I am not sure if you would have been better off with one much smaller, but I know for sure
the world would have been emptier by far. you see, your touch is one of gold; whomever
you decide to invest your time and love into grows the size of Atlas, and so, without you
as you are now there would have been much less in the world. that is your downfall, isn’t it?
always has been. the way you’ve always put others first, giving them all of you, never asking
for anything to be given to you in return. you are a gardener, dearest, and people are your roses.
(it breaks my heart that all your selfless effort was almost always repaid in hurt and sorrow;
know that you are not to be blamed for any of it. you have done nothing wrong – sometimes,
things simply fall apart. don’t shut your heart. I’d hate to see your love rot and turn to hatred.)


Virgo —
you have endured well the contempt of others, my dear; you have taken every blow with open arms.
they have called you frigid and prude and arrogant and everything in between, but you knew better.
tell me then: if you can endure so well the slander of others, if you don’t care what they make of you,
why do you worry so? why do you see only blemishes when you look at yourself in the mirror?
your hesitance to trust others stems in your fear that if you let them in they’ll see your ugliness, all
the imagined imperfections you see in your reflection. you can’t trust others because you don’t trust
yourself; and I wish so badly that you would have a little more faith in who you are, in your beauty.
(being unable to forgive, jealousy and lust do not make you terrible. hate is human nature as much
as love is; emotions, be they bad or good, are intrinsic to mankind. you are such a passionate being,
despite your outward delicacy, and that, my dear, is simply stunning. please try to love yourself.)


Libra —
darling child, didn’t the gods tell you the mob sees dancers as something of the devil, especially
when their preferred stage is the sharp edge of a sword? few in this world love truth, and fewer still
are fond of things like righteousness and justice. your ability to remain indiscriminate in the face
of contradictory realities and deny none of them is both a blessing and a curse. your mind, I fear,
is the Pandora fate has crafted specifically for you; a beautiful gift that hides such doom and sorrow.
and you are aware of all of this – how you were meant for greater things, with your noble mind
and your true heart, yet on you dance, fighting against the windmills of adversity. how brave you are.
(know that your effort will not go without reward. know that you won’t be forever unloved, nor
will you be forever misunderstood. there will be those whom, like you, have the makings of just men,
and they will understand. keep your eyes open and search the crowd; that is what you do best.)


Scorpio —
I look at you and my heart grows small; there is so much sadness in you, from the flower
of your eyes to the slouching arch of your shoulders. you have been misjudged
and falsely accused for so long: whore, they said; monster, perverter, sickness of the soul –
and all of it because you like sex, as if somehow they are the virgin mary reborn,
the goddamn hypocrites. this, too, is something they have misunderstood; it is not sex
that you crave or are interested in. it is intimacy: it is the vulnerability that comes with having
your soul completely bared and lain before another; you crave love, in its’ purest of forms.
(and I know they have convinced you that someone of your kind is not “worthy”; fuck that.
your love is priceless, and one day someone will call your battle scars a masterpiece.
one day someone will love you as wholly as you deserve to be loved. they will love all of you.)


Sagittarius —
there is such wanderlust in you – you’ve made a home out of the long, long roads,
walked the earth to its’ ends and bathed in the oceans of the horizon; the sky was
your sole companion, its’ stars your map, the wind a spellsong to ward off the passing
sadness and melancholia that threatened to dim the flame of your heart. oh, my child;
how very wonderful you are, a barefoot nomad forever in awe of the world. the feeble
minded call you rootless; how wrong they are. having a voyager heart does not make you
afraid of commitment. it simply means your roots lie elsewhere, splat across the world.
(do not let their malice plant doubts into your mind’s garden; your gypsy heart is worth more
than all their empty ones combined. keep daring the world, sate your thirst for journeying;
only exploration can ever lead to discovery, so let your feet and head both walk the world.)


Capricorn —
good god, you’re so tired. life has worn you down to the marrow of your bones,
took everything from you until you were bare-handed; and yet.
and yet you’re still here, standing before me, your spine hardened to titanium,
a delicate thing that can withstand even the most apocalyptic of sieges;
you still find it in you to smile, bitter-bloody-all-teeth and still happy, somehow.
know that I am proud of you; of your bravery, of your resilience,
of how you’ve clung to life by the skin of your teeth. I am proud of you.
(and know that you deserve happiness – you may feel like you don’t, you may feel
that it is above the likes of you, but you deserve it; you have earned it.
know that one of these days, the sun will shine down on your lane, too.)


Aquarius —
there’s so much of you inside your skin I am often surprised it has yet to come apart at the seams;
there’s so much of everything inside your skull I am left in awe of your bones – often I wonder,
how are they strong enough to contain the exploding universe inside? my god, this world of ours
has seven wonders and you are all of them. the fortitude of your bright mind ceaselessly
surprises me; I know what to expect, and yet I am still thrown off by your ingenuity and your
ability to remain rational in your abstract ways. nobody but you is open enough to accept it all;
nobody but you can see through the prism of all eyes and walk away with their sanity intact.
(I know they call you “cold”, an ice queen of the Siberian tundra. let them be. those who cannot
see your white-hot warmth are not worthy of your brilliance. you are the brightest star, my dear,
someone accepting and embracing of it all. do not settle for anyone that is blind to your light.)


Pisces —
and how terrible it must be for you, who lives always halfway, to be stuck in a world
that demands certainties which you will never have to give. it is not to say you don’t want
to be resolute – you simply cannot. your world does not have truth, nor does it have falsity;
all that your world has are colors, swirling, forever mingling anew like the clouds in the sky.
one day you are overflowing with everything that blooms inside of you, and lilies
are spilling out of your ribs; the next, you’re empty, and you can’t for the life of you
find something that is all-encompassing enough to fill the growing abyss south of your sternum.
(know that it is okay. the most humane thing you can be is full of contradictions;
as maddening as it can be, each paradox gets you closer to the entity your peers call god.
it was never the devil that built his home on the crossroads, you know. embrace your nature.)

—  poetry for the signs: the “you’ve done well” edition, L. Schreiber

Aries — 

 Oh, my sweet, sweet child, what has the world done to you? You were a bright promise, the tomorrow we had hoped for, holding flowers in your mouth without crushing them and trusting blindly in those around you. And then came the blood; and now your fire is a quiet thing, a crackling murmur hidden in the shadows. You’ve curled into yourself like a newborn babe, held your heart tightly to your chest and began the tedious healing. And all the salt in your tears made the deep wounds sting; was it this what kept you pure? I wonder, oh, I wonder. Before you, I had never seen an anathema so full of innocence. (The world tried to cast you down from paradise; and it succeeded. But the fall couldn’t maim you, for fire cannot kill fire – it simply shrunk you, much like a mimosa bloom. I hope one day you’ll feel safe enough to flower, for there is so much beauty in you.)

Taurus — 

 I wish I could wrap my hands around your shoulders and hold you close for a while, because oh, what sad things they are, your bones. I am so sorry, beloved; so very sorry. And I am well aware these apologies cannot change anything, but I want you to know that there is someone who sees you as you are – even when all the others see is your superfluous frivolity and your desire for riches, I see the thoughtful mind, the gentle gestures, each and every of your heartbeats. The song of you is imprinted into my memory
as the change in seasons is; you are unforgettable, something so precious and so very dear. (Don’t let them shame you for your greed – those who try to do so cannot wrap their all too little minds around the fact that sin is not necessarily negative. Your love for gold has root in the same place as your love for others; you only want it so you may share it.)

Gemini — 

 It’s lonely, isn’t it? not being the way all others are. They tell you you’re a forgery, that your smile is a mask and your composure an act, simply because they cannot accept the idea that people are supposed to be multidimensional. On and on they go, pinning their ignorance to you under the name of blame, seeing in you only that which they wish to see. Sometimes, you wish you were like them. I know you do. You shouldn’t. It might be lonely where you are, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing; lonely doesn’t mean secluded. There are others like you, with minds like diamonds. Others like you, who are only habitual in their tendency for change. (You will find someone who can make sense out of you, one day, you know. They’ll know you better than you yourself do – every single aspect of you, every single frantic facet and feeling. And when you do, the wait will be more than worth it. I promise you won’t die nor live alone.)

Cancer — 

 You poor, poor, poor thing. It’s been a thousand years since you’ve curled into yourself, hid your heart deep in the cradle of your ribs and let yourself sleep; then the time came for you to awaken, and you found the world unchanged – it was as if everything had stood still. Reality swept into you like saltwater into gaping wounds, and every fiber of your soul wept. fearful, you took the broken glass road still, walked it fully aware of what laid in waiting; like a bride the night she is wed to a stranger, you swallowed your terror and saw it through. Often, those ignorant make you out to be such a bumbling coward. You’re not. You just aren’t. (In fact, you’re one of the bravest people I know; it takes so much courage to let the world see you weep – and it takes even more of it to wipe your tears and keep moving forward. Above all, it takes immense courage to allow yourself to love even when you know it’ll hurt.)

Leo — 

 The size of your heart puts to shame both Jupiter and your own pride and ego; to this day, I am not sure if you would have been better off with one much smaller, but I know for sure the world would have been emptier by far. You see, your touch is one of gold; whomever you decide to invest your time and love into grows the size of Atlas, and so, without you as you are now there would have been much less in the world. That is your downfall, isn’t it? Always has been. The way you’ve always put others first, giving them all of you, never asking for anything to be given to you in return. You are a gardener, dearest, and people are your roses. (It breaks my heart that all your selfless effort was almost always repaid in hurt and sorrow; know that you are not to be blamed for any of it. You have done nothing wrong – sometimes, things simply fall apart. Don’t shut your heart. I’d hate to see your love rot and turn to hatred.)

Virgo — 

 You have endured well the contempt of others, my dear; you have taken every blow with open arms. They have called you frigid and prude and arrogant and everything in between, but you knew better. Tell me then: if you can endure so well the slander of others, if you don’t care what they make of you, why do you worry so? Why do you see only blemishes when you look at yourself in the mirror? Your hesitance to trust others stems in your fear that if you let them in they’ll see your ugliness, all the imagined imperfections you see in your reflection. You can’t trust others because you don’t trust yourself; and I wish so badly that you would have a little more faith in who you are, in your beauty. (Being unable to forgive, jealousy and lust do not make you terrible. Hate is human nature as much as love is; emotions, be they bad or good, are intrinsic to mankind. You are such a passionate being, despite your outward delicacy, and that, my dear, is simply stunning. Please try to love yourself.)

Libra — 

 Darling child, didn’t the gods tell you the mob sees dancers as something of the devil, especially when their preferred stage is the sharp edge of a sword? Few in this world love truth, and fewer still are fond of things like righteousness and justice. Your ability to remain indiscriminate in the face of contradictory realities and deny none of them is both a blessing and a curse. Your mind, I fear, is the Pandora fate has crafted specifically for you; a beautiful gift that hides such doom and sorrow. And you are aware of all of this – how you were meant for greater things, with your noble mind and your true heart, yet on you dance, fighting against the windmills of adversity. How brave you are. (Know that your effort will not go without reward. Know that you won’t be forever unloved, nor will you be forever misunderstood. There will be those whom, like you, have the makings of just men, and they will understand. Keep your eyes open and search the crowd; that is what you do best.)

Scorpio — 

 I look at you and my heart grows small; there is so much sadness in you, from the flower of your eyes to the slouching arch of your shoulders. You have been misjudged and falsely accused for so long: Whore, they said; monster, perverter, sickness of the soul – and all of it because you like sex, as if somehow they are the Virgin Mary reborn, the goddamn hypocrites. This, too, is something they have misunderstood; it is not sex that you crave or are interested in. It is intimacy: it is the vulnerability that comes with having your soul completely bared and lain before another; you crave love, in its’ purest of forms. (And I know they have convinced you that someone of your kind is not “worthy”; fuck that. Your love is priceless, and one day someone will call your battle scars a masterpiece. One day someone will love you as wholly as you deserve to be loved. They will love all of you.)

Sagittarius — 

 There is such wanderlust in you – you’ve made a home out of the long, long roads, walked the earth to its’ ends and bathed in the oceans of the horizon; the sky was your sole companion, its’ stars your map, the wind a spellsong to ward off the passing sadness and melancholia that threatened to dim the flame of your heart. Oh, my child; how very wonderful you are, a barefoot nomad forever in awe of the world. The feeble minded call you rootless; how wrong they are. Having a voyager heart does not make you afraid of commitment. It simply means your roots lie elsewhere, splat across the world. (Do not let their malice plant doubts into your mind’s garden; your gypsy heart is worth more than all their empty ones combined. Keep daring the world, sate your thirst for journeying; only exploration can ever lead to discovery, so let your feet and head both walk the world.)

Capricorn — 

 Good god, you’re so tired. Life has worn you down to the marrow of your bones, took everything from you until you were bare-handed; and yet you’re still here, standing before me, your spine hardened to titanium, a delicate thing that can withstand even the most apocalyptic of sieges; you still find it in you to smile, bitter-bloody-all-teeth and still happy, somehow. Know that I am proud of you; of your bravery, of your resilience, of how you’ve clung to life by the skin of your teeth. I am proud of you. (And know that you deserve happiness – you may feel like you don’t, you may feel that it is above the likes of you, but you deserve it; you have earned it. Know that one of these days, the sun will shine down on your lane, too.)

Aquarius — 

 There’s so much of you inside your skin I am often surprised it has yet to come apart at the seams; there’s so much of everything inside your skull I am left in awe of your bones – often I wonder, how are they strong enough to contain the exploding universe inside? My god, this world of ours has seven wonders and you are all of them. The fortitude of your bright mind ceaselessly surprises me; I know what to expect, and yet I am still thrown off by your ingenuity and your ability to remain rational in your abstract ways. Nobody but you is open enough to accept it all; nobody but you can see through the prism of all eyes and walk away with their sanity intact. (I know they call you “cold”, an ice queen of the Siberian tundra. Let them be. Those who cannot see your white-hot warmth are not worthy of your brilliance. You are the brightest star, my dear, someone accepting and embracing of it all. Do not settle for anyone that is blind to your light.)

Pisces — 

 And how terrible it must be for you, who lives always halfway, to be stuck in a world that demands certainties which you will never have to give. It is not to say you don’t want to be resolute – you simply cannot. Your world does not have truth, nor does it have falsity; all that your world has are colors, swirling, forever mingling anew like the clouds in the sky. One day you are overflowing with everything that blooms inside of you, and lilies are spilling out of your ribs; the next, you’re empty, and you can’t for the life of you find something that is all-encompassing enough to fill the growing abyss south of your sternum. (Kknow that it is okay. The most humane thing you can be is full of contradictions;  as maddening as it can be, each paradox gets you closer to the entity your peers call God. It was never the Devil that built his home on the crossroads, you know. Embrace your nature.)

— Poetry for the Signs: The “You’ve Done Well” Edition, by L. Schreiber.

2

They grew up in a rough neighborhood, where an intelligent, gentle boy like Mycroft Holmes would have been savaged if it wasn’t for the fact that his best friend was Greg Lestrade one of the toughest kids around and one who was devoted to keeping Mycroft safe from anyone who might want to hurt him.  That devotion deepened into something very different as the boys aged and, though his heart swelled with pride when Mycroft won a scholarship to a prestigious college, that same heart shattered when Mycroft went away, determined to study theology and forge a life in the church.

Without Mycroft’s steady support and clear sense of right and wrong, Greg took the opposite road and forged a life in the criminal underworld, where his keen mind, determination and ruthlessness helped him rise up the ranks until a deal went horribly wrong and the blame landed on Greg’s shoulders.  Now, on the run from those who would happily take his head as a trophy, Greg turns to the one person he can trust with his life.

Little does he know that Mycroft, now the vicar of a church with a small, yet lively, congregation has always felt something missing in his own life and that the missing piece had a very familiar shape, warm eyes and blindingly-boyish smile.

Can that piece still fit the empty place in Mycroft’s heart or have Greg’s choices irrevocably changed his curves and angles, forever closing the door on their relationship, be it one of friendship or something much, much more?  When an unfamiliar car pulls up to the front of Mycroft’s church, that question has a chance to be answered…

anonymous asked:

Sooooo... Let's imagine something like this: after CW Tony joins Guardians of the Galaxy and they got a mission in Wakanda. How would it be like? (Sorry for my bad english, I'm a spanish speaker)

First of all: your english is great! don’t be sorry just because of a misspelling! i do mistakes a lot and english is also not my first english. So i got hate for that but please don’t let that get to you. You are so great for trying when spanish is your first language! :)

Also i wanted to have a badass Tony is this, i hope you don’t mind.
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“You really think you are ready for that?” asks Peter and Tony rolls his eyes. The got a appeal for help from Midgard a few days ago. Funny how he calls it now Midgard and not earth anymore. Or home.

Anyway. Since then Peter is worried that Tony could break down. Because their new mission is in Wakanda.

Yes. Exactly the Wakanda where his shitty ‘friends’ are hiding after they beat him up.

To be honest, Tony is nervous.

But! But he candle that. It was over a year ago and he knows thats not a lot of time to forgive someone who nearly beat him to death. But he is over it. For most of the time.

Because he has a new family now.

“Yeah i got this.” says Tony and looks out of the window. Only 5 minutes till landing.

“If not i will hurt them.” says Drax now and Tony laughs. He likes the big idiot. Drax isn’t genius like he is, but who is really? Drax has a good heart and he is always loyally and that matters.

The guardians all matter to him.

“Thank you big guy. Still unnecessary.” grins Tony and Drax puts his swords back into their holders.

“Will Pepper be there, too?” asks Gamora and Tony shakes his head.

“Nah sadly not. But Rhodey, Peter and her want to see us after the mission if you don’t mind. They miss you all.” says Tony and Groot claps.

“I am Groot!”

“Yeah yeah they miss me, too.” Tony rolls his eyes and pats Groot’s head. He had grown a lot the last months but he is still not higher than Tonys hip.

“Fuck yes! Can’t wait to train with the grey metal man again.” grins Rocket and Tony laughs.

“More like destroying my furniture.” says Tony and the ship lands safely on Wakandas landing strip.

Now Tony can see them. Captain America, Barnes, Barton, Maximoff, Romanoff, Lang, Wilson and T'Challa.

They are all wearing their old suits. Tony grins at that. Ohh no. Nobody was there to made them an update. How sad. He turns around and looks at the new suits of the guardians.

“Thats what they look like?” asks Yondu and looks them up and down.

“Yah what did you imagine?” asks Tony back and Yondu shrugs.

“Don’t know. When i found you, you wore a metal suit. I thought they all would be badass like that.” says Yondu and even though its a compliment he grunts it.

Tony laughs.

“Okay then lets go.” says Peter and leaves the ship first.

Tony goes over to his new suit. A moment later he is invisible. Its a great update and Rocket made that possible with a new alien tech Tony didn’t know.

He follows Peter quietly. This is gonna be a surprise, because the Avenger don’t know that he will be there.

Tony met T'Challa a few times in the tower and he was it, who called for their help. But he promised not to tell anything.

“Your Highness.” says Peter and shakes T'Challa’s hand. The guardians all know T'Challa.

“Peter.” says T'Challa and he smiles. Tony tries to be quiet and stands directly behind Peter.

Peter looks shortly at the Avengers and then turns around.

“My name is Starlord i’m the captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy. And thats my team.” says Peter and then Gamora goes down the stairs. Groot is next to her and waves.

Drax is next with Rocket on his shoulder. And Yondu leaves the ship with Kraglin and Mantis.

“Gamora, Drax, Rocket, Groot, Mantis, Yondu and Kraglin.” says Peter than and points at everyone. Clints mouth opens at that.

Tony tries so hard not to laugh.

“Thats a tree.” says Clint and Yondu whistles once. His arrow stops right in front of Clints face.

“Say that to my grandson one more time and i will kill you.” says Yondu and sounds almost bored.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah i will tell you when i kill them so you can turn around.” says Yondu and Kraglin laughs.

“W-what?” asks Clint and he still looks at the arrow. He squints and Tony hears Peter coughing so he doesn’t laugh.

“Haha, Ironhead was right. Their archer is really lame. Dude are that normal arrow?” asks Rocket who sits on Clints quiver and breaks the arrows in half.

“So you must be Clint Barton.” says Peter now and then turns to the other ones.

“Let see. You with the stick in the ass are Captain America right. Really are you sure about all the red, white and blue?” laughs Peter and Tony chuckles, too. Gosh that’s his boyfriend.

“Yeah and the one next to him. Only one arm. Looks like he isn’t a threat at all. But i like his face, looks so grumpy. Almost like someone stole his plumps!” shrieks Rocket and he rolls on the ground of laughter.

Steve takes a step forward at that, but Barnes holds him back with his good hand.

“Okay then we have the Birdman. Ironhead said he was alright, but would do anything for is Captain.” says Gamora and Peter nods.

“Which leaves the Antman. And damn i thought Ironhead told us a joke when he said somebody would want to be an ant.” laughs Kraglin.

“And then we have Black Widow here. Looks like she could kill you with her look. And the crazy witch with the red eyes.” says Peter and nods at those, too.

“How dare you talk to us like that?” says Maximoff now and Yondu whistles again. The arrow stops at her.

“Red eyes are so yesterday. ” grins Yondu and Drax laughs at that.

“I can feel how afraid they all are.” says Mantis now and Gamora looks at her.

“Thought you could only feel that, if you would touch them?” asks Gamora and Mantis giggles.

“Yes. But they are so afraid that everybody can feel it.” chuckles Mantis and Tony grins, too.

Its true. They look afraid.

“Enough enough. I’m happy to see you again Guardians.” says T'Challa now and Peter nods at that.

“The pleasure is ours.” says Rocket and his laugh says otherwise.

“So they are helping us?” asks Steve and Tony can see how he grits his teeth.

Helping?” says Tony and the Avenger flinch at his voice. Tony chuckles and presses another button. The next second Tony is visible again. Then he opens the faceplate.

“Ladies, Gentleman. I’m sure you missed me.” says Tony and he bows. Drax laugh is incredible loud.

But the reactions from the avengers are priceless.

Even Natashas mouth is open. Tony goes over toward his boyfriend and lays an arm around him. He can’t stop grinning.

“Tony?” asks Steve and Tony nods.

“The one and only, baby.”

“What the fuck?” asks Clint and Tony turns towards him.

“I’m so happy to see you, too Barton.” says Tony and then he goes over to T'Challa.

“Hey KittyCat. Everything ready?” asks Tony and T'Challa smiles at him.

“Yes everything ready. I’m glad you want to help wakanda.” says T'Challa and Tony nods.

“Yeah give us two days.” says Tony and he can hear Rocket whispering that they only need one.

“Anyway Avengers. Thats still your name right? I moved on. As you can see i have a new family.” says Tony and even Sam looks a bit angry now.

“Guardians. Lets go.” says Peter and Steve turns around.

“Wait!”

“For what?” asks Tony and before Steve can answer T'Challa holds his hand up.

“No need to worry, Captain. I thought they should deal with this, because i knew they are a lot more of a team than you.” says T'Challa and Steve gasps at that.

“What?” screams Wanda and Tony laughs.

“Oh I’m sure you’ve heard him. Thanks King. We see you later.” and with that Tony and the others use their new suits to fly. Tony flies a few loops.

“I thought you wanted to tell them that we are engaged.” grins Peter when they are a bit away from them.

“I just did!” says Tony and when Peter looks down he sees a lot of smoke coming out of Tonys shoes.

Oh no he did not!

*

“What the hell?” asks Scott when he looks up at the sky. There are flying the guardians.

And underneath them is a heart made of smoke. And there is a T and a P in the heart.

“I like him.” grins Bucky and Steve claps him on the back of the head.

Sucy purposely set up the “Sleeping beauty” scenario, either consciously or unconsciously.

When we first enter sucy’s world, there are a bunch of mushrooms bringing a sword and shield to sucy. Akko takes them

The sucy who represented sucy’s feels for akko turned into a dragon. the dragon also represents sucy’s feelings. It’s possible sucy can see through the dragon’s eyes, too . Not sure

The way sucy’s room set up clearly mirrors that of a fairytale. Sleeping beauty, to be exact. The vines have nothing to do with mushrooms. Mushrooms would make much more sense if it wasn’t planned. Mushrooms are sprouting out outside, destroying the school! Why aren’t they here? Because sucy wants a fairytale.

Akko has to fight through the vines and the dragon with the shield and sword from before. My guess is that the mushrooms would’ve left them at the door for akko if she didn’t scare them in the beginning. After all, sucy has no need for either.

The dragon could attack akko right now, but does nothing and just watches. 

The vines start to disappear when akko tells sucy she loves her. The dragon is still just sitting there. 

Sucy probably expected akko to assume a kiss would wake her up, but that works too

How dragon sucy is seeing this scene

Sucy is VERY excited abt this, she has hearts in her eyes!

Akko is taking too long. She’s just standing there. Though it’s mainly just nerves, from sucy’s pov it probably seem like akko doesn’t want to kiss her. 

Sucy wakes up at this point. Akko did nothing, so the cure wasn’t necessary, which pretty much confirmed to me sucy set everything up, and stopped because she thinks akko didn’t want to kiss her.

She’s very upset about it. Dragon sucy looks utterly crushed : ( poor sucy

Anyway that’s all, let me know if I missed anything!

anonymous asked:

Asuna and Kirito suck as a couple. I don't understand why people like them together. Asuna is always one way or another in trouble and Kirito has to save her allllllllll the time.

I’m going to to have to stop you right there because it’s obvious you haven’t read the progressive novels or any of the other novels. So please, sit back and relax as I teach you a lesson and hopefully burn this into your brain and anyone else’s who don’t get it. I’ll pull two examples from the show and then from the novels.

(SPOILERS FOR LIGHT NOVELS 1-17 AND PROGRESSIVE 1-4)

Episode 14 and SAO Season 1 

DOES THIS NEED ANY EXPLANATION? Nobody can give me any bullshit on how Asuna didn’t save everyone in SAO. She literally jumped in front of Kayaba’s sword to protect Kirito and she ends up “dying”. 

If she didn’t do that, Kirito would have died and everyone would have to beat all the levels to 100 and then defeat Kayaba.

But that didn’t happen. Kirito was so desperate to meet Asuna in death that he ended up getting himself almost killed, then felt he should go out defeating the game, and then DOES.

It was an emotional rollercoaster to go through but hey, we made it.

Episode 21 SAO Season 1

Does this need explanation too? Asuna escaped her cage on her own in this scene. Yes, she gets caught and has to go back into her cage but she wasn’t willing to wait for someone to save her. She took initiative to get out and see Kirito and her life again. 

And yes, Kirito does ultimately save her but I believe that if he didn’t come when he did, Asuna would have tried again until she got out.

SAO Light Novel 10

LOOK AT MY BABY.

For some background with minimal spoilers: Kirito is stuck in a “game”. It’s not really a game.. you have to read the novels to completely understand and I don’t want to give too much away because it’s really interesting. 

But literally Asuna is a detective trying to find Kirito and SHE DOES. She skips school and lies to her parents so she can find him and stay with him until he gets out of the game and heals. This takes about 1 or 2 weeks.

SPOILER: She disguises herself to find out who stole Kirito away from his hospital in Volume 9 and placed him into the “game”. Why he is in the hospital is not for me to tell ..

She didn’t wait for him to turn up somewhere, so she is saving HIM.

THE BESTTTTTTTTT SCENE IN SAO HISTORY

MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS:

Asuna has to go into the “game” Kirito is currently healing in because his soul is being destroyed. Kirito has so much guilt in his heart and is very depressed (about an event that happens that I can’t say because SPOILERS) and ultimately is destroying his own soul because of it. He can’t move or talk and so Asuna gets into the “game” in an effort to save him.

HIS FUCKING SOUL GUYS

So, to anyone who still thinks “Kirito saves Asuna all time” please message me so I can give you the full extreme of my lessons.

I didn’t have enough time to write all of them but anyway.. hope you learned something.

Some thoughts about Trees, True Love, and The Wish Your Heart Makes When You’re Fast Asleep:

In interviews, fans were promised full-season style arcs this year. The writers were hoping to regain their season 1 format and appeal. For that reason, although lately the super-plot feels a little shoved to the side, I don’t believe that the Land of Untold Stories is an over and done deal. 

My speculation began with the return of the wardrobe realm-jumping gimmick. We haven’t seen this used since season 1 (unless you count using the incinerated wardrobe ashes in season 2, but I don’t.) 

Please note the use of the True Love rainbow effect. It is used for both Pinocchio’s and Emma’s arrival. This tells us that the effect is tied to the magic of the tree, and not simply used to denote the arrival of Emma, who is the product of true love. 

Then, it hit me. 

True love is the only magic powerful enough to transcend realms. 
The tree used to make the wardrobe must be powered by True Love. 
Like…. a matured True Love sapling, perhaps? 

It’s uncanny, really. Similarly to when Snow and Charming touch the sapling, when Pinocchio touched the tree, he was blasted back by magic… that made him recall his family (his true love) and is reminded how he must look after Emma or he will never be able to reunite with his family. 

Wish-Realm Pinocchio even said that, away from the Queen’s tyranny, the magical tree was able to grow and flourish… Without the dark curse in place, is it possible that this tree was the one Snow and Charming “planted”? Frozen in time in Storybrook, it would have remained a sapling… but without the curse, it could have very easily grown into a tree. (yeah, I know, a tree that size would have taken hundreds of years to grow, but hey MAGIC.) 

The True Love rainbow effect is MISSING this time, though.

I have read how some have speculated that, despite the missing True Love rainbow burst, we actually did see the colors of true love (red and yellow).

(please note the true love bottle existing between essence of night and day…. yin and yang, anyone????)

There was Red. 

And there was Yellow.

And while I really want to see it (and I can’t argue against the obvious yellow), I am a bit skeptical about the red. It is a little on the pale side… but it wouldn’t be the first time we saw the red and gold color combo in this wish realm: 

(Please also note, that when Emma’s love stopped Henry from hurting Regina, saving them both, she used Red magic. Red is not exclusive to the “freezing” spell, as evidenced. But it has traditionally been the color of Regina’s magic when she performs it with Emma. So, I can’t help but find it curious not to mention funny, that Emma used a True Love color to save Regina and Henry…. but not Hook. She force blasted Wish!Hook back with standard white savior magic, just like she did Gideon later in the episode. I’m just saying…. lol)

What bothered me most about the tree/wardrobe/portal, though, was the unnecessary wavy magical portal effect. When Emma was placed in the wardrobe as a child, there was no fancy expensive effect. They just closed the door on her and she vanished. Poof. Simple. So, why the need for the costly special effect when they could have simply had none? 

That was when I realized…. 

I’d seen this effect already this season… 

And, the first time we saw it, in a truly odd episode regarding Cinderella that, at one point, there was featured a key…  and a wardrobe portal… To the Land of Untold Stories.  

Sound familiar?

And then there was also this picture that JMo tweeted a while back. 

I want to think that it was supposed to be used to show her waking up in the Wish!Verse, before she finds the sword under her bed. Perhaps it will show up in a deleted scene, because the first shot we got of her in the wish realm, instead, was of her her blowing out her birthday candle. This whole wish!verse theme has meshed wishes and dreams together fluidly. And all I can hear is “A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep…” 

I don’t really believe that Emma and Regina are truly “home” yet. That battle with Gideon was far too easily won. And the fact that Wish!Robin still can exist outside of the wish-realm boggles me. Perhaps it is possible that Emma’s wish placed her in a dream realm? One where time seems to have no meaning? (I mean, seriously, it took Pinocchio 2 hours to make that wardrobe. Tops.) Perhaps this dream realm is really one of the many islands in The Land of untold stories??

Consider how Gideon literally broke a giant timepiece at the end of the episode. He had spent his entire “life” in a realm where time acted differently. Do you see the parallel? Even if Emma (and the rest) aren’t actually in a physical “land” of untold stories, that doesn’t discredit that fact that they are certainly participating in a metaphorical untold story. And, despite wish!Robin’s inclusion, the fact that Emma and Regina went through that wardrobe together could mean that this their untold story.

Oh, speculations abound! I can’t wait for the rest of this season. 

like the titian atlas
you have been holding the weight of the world on your shoulders
it pushed down on you, and although your knees buckled
you never fell
never staggered
you held on
and you’re still holding on

like the god ares
you have been ready for battle
though your armor was dyed and decorated
you never once put down your sword, you’re always prepared for a war
always ready for a fight
to fight
and you’re still fighting

like the goddess aphrodite
you have loved
and although you have lost
you have opened your heart up again and allowed yourself to love again
and although the world has been cold
you have found love in yourself, like a fire being lit in the middle of the night
you have loved
and you still love

like the spirit elpis
you have been grounded by hope
somewhere, deep inside, you found it and you clung to it
like an anchor clings to the floor of the sea
hope has guided you, has saved you, has made you
and you never lost it
i hope you never will
—  greek mythology could have never came up with something as strong and mighty as you // happy (early) birthday stormy @my-museic
(cc, 2017)

IF YOU DIDN’T WATCH THE FIRE EMBLEM WARRIORS TREEHOUSE DIRECT, LET ME TELL YOU WHAT YOU MISSED: (Chrom and Tiki amiibos)


  • “[Matthew] just switched to Chrom, that’s always a good idea”
  • “Chrom versus Marth is such a weird fight, like, they’re using different iterations of the same sword”
  • “You thought you’d never see Chrom go Falchion-to-Falchion with Marth… and here we are”
  • “Nods to things that huge Fire Emblem nerds… like no one here, or on the show floor even…”
  • “Corrin looks so conflicted.” “Corrin always feels conflicted. Poor Corrin”
  • “We need to take a moment to appreciate the horse here. He may be the hero of the who;e game”
  • *showing scenes of Xander vs Marth* “More husbands for Audrey” *laughter* “Hush, don’t tell Xander”
  • “Something weird and terrible has happened… Chrom versus Xander. Two husbands fighting. I don’t know who to cheer for”
  • “Maybe they’re just sparring, and they’re going to be buddies. And star in a cop buddy comedy” (still Xander fighting Chrom)
  • “The strategy is to murder. A sound strategy, honestly”
  • “This is just a slice of the gameplay-” “A slice.” “Well, a couple of slices.” “No, slice, because swords.” “Oh.” “I’m so sorry”
  • “NO DON’T PUT THE BABY IN A CORNER”
  • “We’re going to have more Fire Emblem heroes to rip our hearts out fight with”
  • “Honey, this horse is a beast. It’s going to save us all.”
  • “Aw, look at this beautiful leaf don’t you just love natur-RYOMA NO”
  • “This game makes me feel bad… but in a good way”
  • “We only have a few minutes left so make Ryoma suffer”
  • There’s nothing more shameful than an off-screen death”
  • *Xander completes Colosseum mode* “Husband victorious” “Yay husband”
Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler sentence starters

“This obituary is filled with errors - most importantly - I AM NOT DEAD!“

“The world is quiet here.”

“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.” 

“Our love broke my heart…and stopped yours.”

“PLEASE READ SOMETHING ELSE.”

“I have a long list of things I’d rather not do.”  

“I was in deep denial, and I’m not talking about a river in Egypt.“

“Could it be that our ______ is unreliable?”

“Siblings that say they never fight are most definitely hiding something.”  

“…and that’s why we broke up.”

“The thing with your heart’s desire is that your heart doesn’t even know what it desires until it turns up.” 

“When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.”  

“S/he gave me a hug and for a second I was embraced by a body that makes me want to go home and never eat again.”

“Sometimes words are not enough.” 

“Everyone tells you it’s all right to cry, but not enough people say it’s all right if you don’t want people to know.”  

“There is no easy way to train an apprentice. My two tools are example and nagging.”  

“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”

“You, meanwhile, are often dressed like a slob, and spend your days serving coleslaw.”

“Imagining the worst doesn’t keep it from happening.”  

“Well this isn’t too bad, I don’t have a left arm anymore but at least nobody will ever ask me if I’m left-handed or right-handed.”

“You don’t spend your life hanging around books without learning a thing or two.”  

”When something simple and true takes you by surprise, it hits you in the stomach.”

“It was a curious feeling, that something could be so close and so distant at the same time.” 

“Of course you can trust me - we read the same books.”

“You might be afraid of the _____, but the _____ is not afraid of you. That’s why the _____ is always close by.” 

“The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world.”  

“Someone can break your heart, leave you dead on the lawn, and still you never learn what to say to stop it all over again. ”

“They say love’s like a bus, and if you wait long enough another one will come along, but not in this place where the buses are slow and most of the cute ones are gay.”

“Anyone who thinks the pen is mightier than the sword has not been stabbed with both.”  

“But somewhere in the world there is a place for all of us.”

“The only thing that made sense of the world was you.”

“Once more, this is love: it rings and you open up…unless it looks like an ax murderer.” 

“I want you to love me in particular.”

“I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.”

“Sometimes even in most unfortunate of lives there will occur a moment or two of good.”

“No reality has the power to dispel a dream.”  

““Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world.”

“It is difficult, when faced with a situation you cannot control, to admit you can do nothing.” 

“Summer without you is colder than Winter, and Winter without you is even colder.”

“’Finders keepers’ is what they say, and I wanted to be kept.” 

“Nobody should feel pain all by themselves.”  

“We steal the happiness of others in order to be happy ourselves, and when it is stolen from us we voyage desperately to steal it back.”  

“He who wants the world must first escape from it.” 

“It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.”  

10

“I said I wanted you alive” 

Echo cares. You can see that. You can see the sadness and shock on her face seeing what she did. (okay, let’s be honest, Echo’s leg was injured and Octavia kinda semi-skewered herself on Echo’s sword…Echo was pretty shocked it happened.). Also, Echo didn’t have to say “yu gonplei este odon” to Octavia, which is honoring her death btw. Echo cares. And you could see that in the end scene too with Bellamy. She cares, but has lived in a world in which it is forced out of them…seen as weakness. Echo grew up Azgeda and suffered even more cruelty and was exposed and made to do worse things than any other “warrior” on the show. However, you saw in s2 her heart and you can still see it slipping through in these moments as she tries to put her Ruthless Azegeda facade back on. 

I get why people are salty. I’m a little salty too.

But here’s the way I see it, A&E are never gonna stop writing plastic angst, but at least where Killian is concerned, it always leads to good things. It’s been the pattern since season 2. We find out that Killian did a bad thing, or has the potential to keep a big secret, he comes clean either a few scenes later or at most a couple episodes and we get awesome Killian character development, and then we get cute, romantic and awesome captain swan moments

Season 2

1) Zomg, Hook stole Aurora’s heart, so evil, he’ll never be redeemed.

2) Even at the beginning of his arc, when he was still technically a villain, Killian chose to do the right thing and saved Aurora’s heart

3) We got some cute CS sword fighting banter

Season 3A

1) OMG Neal is alive and now Hook is the only one who knows. He’s so selfish, and he’s gonna keep the secret so he can try and trick Emma into loving him He’s irredeemable.

2) Literally, the next scene, Killian tells everyone that Neal is alive, and helps the nevengers to find and save his boring ass. We get the the amazing bridge confession.

3) We get the cute when I win your heart scene. 

Season 3B

1) Killian screwed over Ariel and Eric, in the very recent past, OMG he’s so selfish and he’s never gonna be fully redeemed. It comes back to haunt him in present day.

2) Killian tries to help fake!Ariel find Eric, apologizes to fake!Ariel and we get amazing character development.

3) Killian gets cursed literally because of his love for Emma Swan.

Season 4

1) Oh my god, Killian screwed over Ursula, and now he’s keeping a secret from Emma. He’s so horrible and they’re gonna break up.

2) Reunites Ursula with her father and helps get her voice back.We get the amazing character moments when he confesses that he’s afraid of losing his happy ending. And the brotp scene with Ariel, further showing how far he has come.

3) We get the “Killian’s happy ending is Emma Swan” scene and one of the cutest cs kisses ever.

Season 5A

1) Killian is about to go full Dark One and destroy the town and all his loved ones. 

2) Resists the ultimate darkness, and his ultimate personal weakness for vengeance, and is “being the man he wants to be” and then sacrifices himself to save everyone and goes to literal hell.

3) We get the one of the most beautiful, epic and heartbreaking captain swan scenes of all time, and then Emma goes to literal hell to save him. 

Season 6A

1) Killian holds onto the shears, Omg, he’s taking away Emma’s choice, he is so selfish.

2) Has his adventure with Henry, and he and Henry decide together that they will find another way, he drops the shears and Killian confesses to Emma about keeping the shears.

3) Emma forgives hims, says she would have done that same, and we get a cute reassuring hug. 

Season 6B

1) Zomg, Killian killed David’s father (he obviously didn’t know it was David’s father at the time, it was just some random guy), he’s gonna keep this a secret so that he can marry Emma. He’s so selfish.

2) LBR, Killian is gonna tell Archie, then tell Emma, and then probably go on a quest with the princess squad and Liam II to find a way to break Snowing’s curse, and tell David the truth and apologize and the curse will be broken.

3) He is going to propose to Emma, she will say yes, and everyone will be a big happy family together.

So yeah, I get why people are annoyed by the plastic angst, and it feels like a poor writing choice. I’m not saying it’s a good writing choice, but it has been in the writing of Killian’s character arc since the beginning, and the ride always leads to awesome things for Killian and Captain Swan.

So do I like it? Not really. But am I gonna enjoy the ride by seeing more of Killian continuing to demonstrate how much of a hero he is, and captain charming, and the epic captain swan proposal that we will get at the end of this ride. HELL YES.

So sure, be salty if you want, you do you. But know that it’s gonna be okay, and it will be resolved. It’s all in the spoilers.

By Force of Friendship

Note: A little early, but since my workday is crazy tomorrow I wanted to go ahead and get this up since it was written. So here you go! My contribution for Barricade Day(s) 2017. Warning for….a lot of sads. I think a lot about how Enjolras was the last man standing and must have seen his friends fall, and this is the result of that. 

The acrid, smoke drenched air reeks of death.

Yet as Enjolras knocks down a National Guard officer with the butt of his gun, life rushes through him. His heart smacks against his chest, his breaths rapid and ragged in his ears. Dawn breaks over the horizon, bathing the barricade in gold and red light, casting shadows in slices on the ground. His blood feels hot in his veins, every inch of him pulsing with feeling.

They were going to die.

His own words resound in his head.

Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.

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Henry sneaks a glance around as he hurries up the stairs desperate for a moment alone. It’s Father’s Day and they’re having a big family barbecue. It’s fun and it’s amazing to have a family day without curses or bickering…but he can’t help but feel the weight of loss. 

So he slips away just so he can have a moment to remember. 

He’s halfway up the stairs when he hears it, a sniff followed by a muffled whimper. he frowns following the sound to his mom’s room. Henry pushes the door open cautiously and notices her sitting on her bed, crying as quietly as she can. When he enters her head snaps up and she hurriedly wipes away the tears. 

“Henry,” she says, her voice hoarse, “I thought you were downstairs.”

“I was,” he replies moving to sit beside her, “But I…” he sighs, “I miss my Dad…is that why you’re up here?” 

Regina nods as she wraps an arm around his shoulders, “Yes…it was my own fault…but…I…on days like today I miss him even more.”

“I barely got a chance to know my Dad and by the time I remembered him, he was already gone. Ma tells me stuff but…”

“It’s not the same.” 

He nods wiping away a tear as he slips an arm around her shoulders and rests his head against hers, “Can i sit up hear for a bit?” 

She nods and they sit in silence for a few more minutes before the door opens once more. It’s Emma, and she she smiles sadly when she spots the two of them crying silently. “Make room,” she announces coming to sit between them, the pair of them separating so that she can hug them both. 

“You should be downstairs,” Regina tells her. 

Emma shrugs, “I noticed you were both missing…I think I know why.”

Henry sighs, “We miss our Dads…it’s Father’s Day and they’re not here.” 

Emma nods, “Not physically,” she replies, “But they’re always in your hearts, they loved you and you still love them so let’s remember them too. Tell me a memory…a good one.” 

Henry frowns as he tries to think of one, he has far too few but finally a day comes into focus, “When he first came to town, we went down to the docks and played swordfighting. It was only with these stupid little toy swords but it was fun. We laughed and he let me win, told me I was the hero of the day and the hero of the day always gets ice-cream. That was a good day.”

Emma smiles sadly, “I’m sure he wished he could have had more. He loved you kid even if he didn’t get enough time, he loved you.” 

Henry nods, “I know….Mom have you got a good memory to tell?” 

Regina smiles, wiping the tear from her cheek, “We didn’t have Father’s Day in my land but I knew when his birthday was. My mother made sure there was a ball with extravagant gifts and dancing but I wanted to do something. I was four so it was the first time I was really aware of it being his birthday so I skipped my lessons and drew him a picture. Mother was furious and banned me from the ball. I was scared and upset but then my father found me. He told me it was the best picture he’d ever had. He hugged me and thanked me for making it his best birthday ever.” 

Emma smiles kissing the side of her girlfriend’s head, “He loved you.”

Regina nods, “He did.” 

Emma hugs them both tightly as she says, “Happy Father’s Day to those with us and those who aren’t.” 

“Who we still love and remember,” Regina adds. 

Henry smiles, “Forever part of our family.”

Chloe is protecting Lucifer’s Heart both physically and figuratively.

I’d go even deeper. She is protecting her heart by protecting his. Neither Chloe nor Lucifer know how deep this emotion has nested in their souls. Lucifer had just a glimpse of it through the sword but I expect things to blow out. 

fic rec feb

yuri on ice 

i walk my days on a wire / He’s both fragile and lethal, and he’s the most dangerous thing Otabek has ever let in close enough to touch.

you catch on like a bonfire / It’s one of the best and worst things about Otabek—the way he blurts things out like they’re obvious but still need to be said just because they’re the truth. 

the season of spirits / He did something at the last Christmas party that led Giacometti in Finance to call him “Table Master Yuuri” ever since.

the naming of cats / It sounds mean, and delighted, and Otabek knows that Yuri’s enjoyment of his pain is catlike because he has seen Murka do the exact same thing: dig sharp claws into skin and purr, pleased at herself.

a slow invasion of the heart / “You’re like a knife,” Otabek says, feverish. “A sword. Sometimes I think you have steel where your spine should be.” (just?? fuck me up???)

how to raise a tiger / Viktor pulls out his phone to make a notation in a document titled Yurochka’s Milestones!!

edit sober / “At first I thought you were using old breakup lines, but I really hope you never said that to an actual person.”

clueless / Another sale saved by heroic retail employee Phichit Chulanont!

The weak get thrown to the dogs (Damian Wayne imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request: Can you please write about Taila kidnapping Damian’s pregnant s/o but Talia doesn’t know that the reader is pregnant and brainwashes Damian to kill her and once Damian sees what he’s done he turns the sword on himself? Btw I love your writing!!!
Summary: After killing his pregnant wife while brainwashed, Damian turns his sword on himself.
Word count: 786
Warning(s): Angst, death, suicide

You had just walked out of the huge hospital building. A sonogram of your unborn child in your coat pocket, you make your way home to tell your husband this amazing news. 

You were no more than seven minutes away from the hospital, walking on a narrow street with no people on it, when you suddenly fall unconscious from a blow to the side of the head. You knew the risks of being with the man you loved, and the occasional kidnapping was nothing out of the ordinary, so when you found yourself in a gloomy basement like room you did your best to keep calm.

Like Damian always taught you, show no fear, take note of your surroundings, everything can be used as a weapon. Your head hurt, blood was dripping onto your clothes, you were scared, but not for yourself, but for yourself but for your child.

You were just trying to get your attention away from your aching head and ringing ear when the heavy looking metal door opens, bringing light to the dimly lit room. Before you stand’s Talia with Damian in tow. He looked less focused than usual, his bright green eyes now dark and furious. He was holding a sword in his hands behind his back. He wasn’t trying to hide it, maybe just trying to refrain himself.

Damian, what do we do with the unworthy?” Talia asks Damian, a smirk on her face. 

We eliminate them, mother.” He knowingly answers. 

What happens to the weak?” She asks diabolically. 

They get thrown to the dogs.” He answers, drawing his sword.

You know what to do, son.” Talia says simply, exiting the room, leaving you two alone together.

W-what are you doing,” you question, tears cascading down my face, mixing with the streaks of blood, the lump in your throat becoming hard to swallow. 

TT, I’m fixing my mistakes.” He answers arrogantly and bluntly.

Wh- What ever Talia has told y-you, this isn’t you, you’re a kind man, you don’t want this.” you try my best to reason with him, knowing full well that when he has his mind set on something, there’s no turning back.

He pulls his weapon against your arm, creating a deep laceration, blood starting to spill rapidly. you scream in agony, trying to loosen the bonds that are refraining me to the chair. 

You don’t know anything about me nor what I want.” He seethes.

 Moments of heavy panting later, your still trying to calm your heart rate to lessen the blood flow. “Any last words?” He questions, raising his sword to the side of your neck.

I-I love you,” You manage to get out, before your life flashes before your eyes. A sharp nanosecond of pain flows through you, before there’s nothing. No pain, no worry, no happiness, no bliss, no nothing.

Damian watches your head hit the ground, the blood spattering over the walls and sealing. Only now he realizes the full extent of his actions, the pain he had caused not only himself, but everyone that ever knew you. He falls to the ground, on his knees in front of your lifeless body, the clanking of the sword echoing in the room. He screams, before starting to sob uncontrollably. He had killed many times before, but never had it had an effect such as this.

He moves to untie you from the chair, pulling your headless body on to his lap, crying while rocking back and forth. He feels as if an entire eternity had passed, when in reality it had only been meer minutes. A glint of something glossy catches his eye in you pocket, a paper?

Carefully, with shaking hands he reaches for it, taking it out, leaving bloody prints all over it. Turning it in his hands he sees the sonogram, dated for today, a small blob of what your child was supposed to be looking back at him. He was distraught, he didn’t want to live this life no more, with the blood of not only his beloved on his hands, but also the blood of an unborn child.

Talia burst into the room just as Damian was grabbing for his weapon once more. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING,” She screams. 

Joining my family, wherever they may be. I betrayed them in life, but I won’t do it in death.” He says grimly, taking the last look at you, and the picture before slamming the sharp point of his sword straight into his still beating heart.

Leaving behind a broken promise of a family and a childless mother. Losing a sister, a brother, a child, a mother, but reuniting the promise in death. To have and to hold, forever. 


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(Merlin x reader) Crushes

Request:  “ Helloo can I send a request for a Merlin x chubby reader (if that’s okay of course idk if you write those kinds of things haha) where the two are really good friends and the reader has a major crush on Merlin but like she never plans on telling him because she doesn’t think he would be into a bigger girl but he actually finds out how she feels when he overhears her talking to Arthur (best friend) about it? Thank you 💕” @assbuttbees

A/N: Okay I’m sorry this took me a while but I finished it! I hope you like it!

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You sat on the soft green grass, observing the knights training in front of you. You were quite far away but were trying to observe Arthur, as he trained with the other knights. You were fairly interested in learning how to fight, especially since most people refused to teach you. So here you were, paying close attention to Arthur’s technique and skill, concentrating intensely. However, that concentration suddenly broke the moment your friend Merlin came into view. He was carrying a few things of Arthur’s, and sat down to sharpen a couple of swords. You smiled to yourself at the sight of him. He had been working himself to death all day for Arthur. Cleaning, training, more cleaning, and yet he still looked perfect as usual. God this man was a marvel to you, you couldn’t help but stare. Merlin suddenly noticed you and smiled, you smiled back at him for a moment before Merlin went back to his job. Talk to him! Your subconscious yelled at you. You gave in and shyly walked around the training grounds to the opposite side of the field where he was sitting. He looked up at you and smiled.

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