then we really would have the question hidden in plain sight

Certain as the Sun: VII

Here is the next part to Certain as the Sun. ***WARNING: EXTREME EXPLICIT CONTENT***  I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as it killed my heart to write it. (That’s all the spoilers I’ll give. Please prepare yourselves). Sorry it’s also super long.


I could think up about a million different possibilities as for why the hell Tamlin had sent for me to be brought to the Spring Court and none of them involved him letting Feyre go so that she could return home with me.

When I had first received the note from none other than the High Lord of the Spring Court himself, Amren had advised me to ignore it.

“It’s a trap,” she’d said, eyes blaring. “What good reason would he have to send for you?” When I’d addressed the rest of the Inner Circle as well, they’d had similar thoughts. There was one thing we all agreed upon, and that was that Tamlin had not invited me to his home for a nice brunch and some polite conversation.

When I’d tried to reach out to Feyre again I had been met with that dark, infinite void. She had not contacted him at all since she’d returned once again to the Spring Court. And although I was certain she must possess some perfectly good explanation unbeknownst to myself, it still struck some sort of chord that she had severed herself from me so thoroughly.

Nevertheless, I had agreed to meet with Tamlin. Morrigan and Amren were both waiting just on the outskirts of the Spring Court should I need their assistance. I’d ordered Azriel to take to the skies and keep watch from there, Cassian flanking my side. Normally, their roles were reversed, but in great thanks to that bastard King of Hybern, we still had not found any cure for Cassian’s ruined wings.

He had not yet come to terms with it, and over these past months, I could tell that there was something that was a bit off about my fellow Illyrian warrior. I could not begin to imagine the pain that came with being without your wings—for Illyrians we’d sooner lose our lives than the one thing that kept us from being fully tethered to the ground. Every day that Cassian chose to continue was another that my respect for him grew.

Even if that did mean getting rip-roaring drunk with him more than usual.

“Well, Tamlin’s certainly got a flair for the extravagant,” Cassian mused upon coming face to face with a ridiculously gaudy table sat decoratively in a corner. It seemed to have no use whatsoever besides showcasing Tamlin’s less than desirable personality traits.

No sooner did the words come from Cassian’s lips did a servant come to take us to wherever Tamlin was hiding out. He was a small, young Fae. Exceedingly pointed ears were a light shade of green at the tips, his eyes wide at the sight of the two warriors before him.

The boy swallowed before speaking. “Master Tamlin has ordered me to fetch you,” he said, fighting to stop his voice from quivering so much. “Please follow me.”

He promptly spun on his heels and walked out of the room, not bothering to ensure we were following him.

As we were led through the utter maze that was the Spring Court dwelling, I was shocked at how many memories were associated with this place that had once been like a home but was now nothing more than a living hell.

Finally, the boy led us to a set of dusty rose-colored double doors. His timid fingers lightly rapped on the door, followed by a, “Come in.”

As one we all filed inside. The room was big and spacious, a single table set with four chairs instead of just three did not escape my notice. This particular room had been peculiarly made with mirrors on three of the four walls, as well as the ceiling, giving it the illusion that you were standing in a pool of Starlight due to the sun that refracted off of them.

And standing at the lone window in the room was none other than the High Bastard himself.

Tamlin turned upon hearing our arrival, a welcoming smile adorning his lips. “Rhysand. Cassian,” he greeted. As he made his way over to us, I noted that his choice in clothing was just as flamboyant as his furniture. He wore a finely tailored red tunic with bright silver trimmings, grey pants, and black boots. His hair graced past his shoulders, and sitting atop his head was the infamous Spring Court crown. It looked decidedly uncomfortable.

“I trust you made it here without any trouble,” he continued.

“Your trust is accurately placed,” Cassian said with more than a hint of malice.

Tamlin just nodded, keeping that pleasant smile on his face. “Well, please sit. We’ve much to discuss.”

Neither Cassian nor I moved.

“I don’t have time for whatever mind tricks you’re trying to pull, Tamlin. Perhaps you’ve forgotten that that is one area—of many— that my performance supersedes yours,” I replied coolly.

That smile drooped ever slightly.

“I don’t see your Lady floating about,” I remarked. “Keeping her locked away for fear I may meddle with her mind again, are we?”

“Funny you should mention her, actually,” Tamlin’s eyes glittered with something that had my senses on high alert. “Feyre,” he called, “would you please join us?”

A moment later I heard the doors that we’d entered just a few moments ago open and then shut once more. I forced myself to breathe, not to react, to calm myself as Feyre came into view.

She was wearing a dress similar in fashion to what Tamlin was wearing, a pretty diadem sat upon her head. Feyre did not glance our way as she rushed to Tamlin, her lips meeting his as soon as he was within arm’s length.

Tamlin scooped her into his arms, Feyre leaning into his touch as his hand moved further south than should be permitted in front of an audience.

Cassian was taut as a bow, his hands clenching and unclenching were they were hidden behind his back. It took all my strength not to turn Tamlin’s mind to putty then and there, and I could tell similar thoughts were indeed running through Cassian’s mind as well as we were forced to watch helplessly as our High Lady shoved her tongue down another man’s throat.

“How are you today, my love?” He asked. She smiled broadly, one she had only ever graced me with when she was incandescently happy.

“I’m well, thank you,” she replied, beaming at him. “I got some more paintings done today.”

“Did you?”

She nodded, biting down on her lower lip, eyes sparkling. “I was feeling oddly inspired this morning…perhaps due to—”

“Either we get on with whatever business, or the two of you get a room and we leave,” Cassian interrupted. As much as I wished I could say that I would have been able to stand there for a few moments more and let them go about their business, it was killing me to see her this way.

When Feyre had visited, she’d told me she had to do things to keep up appearances. Things that she was not proud of. She hadn’t specified at the time, but there was no need. I knew exactly the kind of things she probably had to do to keep up the facade that she was hopelessly in love with Tamlin.

And yet, the wrath deafening my ears came as a surprise.

Indeed, it was one thing to be told, and another entirely to experience.

“Feyre, you remember Rhysand, I’m sure. And the other is Cassian. His…advisor.”

I couldn’t help the low chuckle that came as a result of his words. “You think you will anger me by disrespecting not only my title but a member of my court as well. It will take much more than a few insults, princeling, for me to reveal my true self.” His brows rose. “And I assure you, your claws would not like to become acquainted with my talons.”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes calculating.

Finally, he spoke. “You know what? You’re right. So very right, Rhysand. How foolish of me to think I could rile you with belittling you insignificant and, frankly, foolish court of savages anyway?” My teeth set. “It would take something much more…personal, I think.”

It took less than a heartbeat for Cassian to have his swords drawn, me reaching out to strangle Tamlin’s mind as the room was flooded with ten guards. They all immediately came at us, and I was more than prepared to fight our way out of this cursed kingdom with Tamlin tisked.

“Spill a drop of their blood, and your beloved mate loses her head.” It took me a moment to realize what he was saying, an infinitely longer moment for it to process. For when I looked at where Feyre had once been standing like another pretty piece of Tamlin’s furniture, she was now being held by three guards.

I forced my face into a mask of calm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you crazy bastard.”

His brows rose in mock surprise. “Oh really? You’ve no clue that Feyre is, indeed, your mate? That she’s been pretending this entire time to love me when really, she had staged everything just to infiltrate the Spring Court. A spy within my own walls, hiding in plain sight.” He paused, as if waiting for me to answer some unspoken question.

“Well then, if you have no feelings whatsoever for our lovely Feyre, here. I suppose you’ll have no problem watching this.” I watched as he snapped his fingers and a table decorated with over a dozen lethal weapons, a whip, and strangely, a bed appeared.

“As you know, the punishment for such treason is death.” He stalked towards Feyre, whose eyes had gone devoid of all emotion. As if she’d shut herself out of her own body. With one finger, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry for this, Feyre. I really am.” A regretful shake of the head and then, “Get on with it, boys.”

Immediately, Tamlin’s guards began to strip Feyre, yanking at her dress, tearing at the pins and beads in her hair until she was entirely naked before us. Once finished, Tamlin handed a long, black whip to the nearest guard. Something winked at the end of the whip—glass, I realized with unabashed horror.

“You’re going to whip her to death?” I asked, somehow still managing to keep my voice utterly bored.

Tamlin shrugged. “We’ll see how well she holds out.” He nodded at the guard, and I was sure my heart cleaved itself in two as Feyre took in a deep, shuddering breath, preparing herself for the pain that was sure to come.

The guard’s arm reared back, time seeming to slow as his arm came down.

The resounding crack of leather on skin was one that would haunt me for many centuries to come.

Feyre only released a strangled cry, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from calling out. And that was how it went as the guard whipped her again, and again, and again. I lost count sometime after fifty.

I knew that Feyre’s back had stopped healing itself when she finally released a cry so full of agony, it was all I could do to stop from ripping that whip from the guard’s hands and using it myself.

Tamlin allowed the guard to bring down that leather ten more times before he finally said, “Enough. Get her up.”

They heaved her up, Tamlin slowly circling around her like a lion before its prey. When he was once again facing her he murmured, “Get on the bed.”

Feyre looked at him, her eyes burning like liquid amber. But she did not respond, and she did not move. Only stared at him with a look that promised death in the future.

“Get on the bed, Feyre, or I will instruct my guards to seize your mate’s cousin and bring her back here.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Pretty little thing isn’t she? Bright red lips, beautiful honeyed hair. The only family Rhysand has left if I recall correctly. It’d be a shame for dear Rhys to be the only left of his name, wouldn’t it?”

And then Feyre looked beyond Tamlin, her eyes locking with mine. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” they seemed to say.

“I’m going to kill you.” My voice was quiet, but it was filled with a vow I had every intention to keep.

Tamlin didn’t turn to me as he said. “I don’t believe you’ll have the chance.” He inclined his head toward the waiting bed. “Off you go, Feyre.”

She hesitated for a moment, gaze still locked with mine before she obeyed.

“Now, Rhys, since she is your mate I figured I’d offer. Would you like to have a go? Feyre has…well, not really two choices but two possibilities,” he finally turned to meet my gaze. “Either you join her in that bed and fuck her…or I will, gladly, as you watch. You’ve thirty seconds to decide.”

“Rhys.” I looked over at Feyre to see her shaking her head, her eyes swimming not with tears, but with a sort of determination that only came with acceptance. “Don’t do it. Do not agree to this.”


“I’ll be fine,” she promised.

“Feyre—” Cassian tried.

“I will. Be. Fine,” she said, sternly this time.

And I wanted to believe her, I really did.

I wanted to believe that this wouldn’t be the thing that broke her, being raped by the man who had once claimed to love her. I knew he wouldn’t be gentle with her, even after being whipped. The man who had once been thought to be her savior, lover, friend.

But Tamlin was none of those things.

And I couldn’t, not for the life of me, believe that she would still be Feyre after this.

“Alright,” Tamlin sighed, “I guess I’m—”

“I’ll do it.”


“Now, now, Feyre. Let him finish.”

Cassian turned to me, anguish in his eyes. “Rhysand, you don’t—”

“I’ll do it,” I repeated, ignoring him. “I’ll sleep with her.”

“Well then,” Tamlin grinned, “I don’t believe you need me to instruct you on how to go about your business.” He gestured towards Feyre, towards the bed, my damnation.

I watched in horror as Feyre fought back tears at my approach, and all I could pray for was that she’d one day forgive me for this, for this sin I was about to commit.

She slid to the side as I rid myself of my clothing, by back to Tamlin’s gathered audience. Her eyes never left mine as I finally joined her on that bed.

“It’s alright,” I whispered my lips at her ear. “It’s just me. It’s just me.”

She couldn’t respond, she was shaking so hard. I’d never seen her shaking so violently. Feyre lifted my chin with her finger, her head shaking.

“Don’t stop looking at me,” she begged. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

“I won’t,” I promised. “I won’t.”

Slowly, Tamlin be damned, I made sure to honor her body, despite all of the new scars, worshipping all of her newly inflicted wounds. I wanted Feyre to know it was me, that despite this terrible act we were being forced into, it did not mean that I loved her any less.

When I finally connected our bodies, she let out a slight gasp, her eyes, now swimming with tears, still never leaving mine as I moved, my body cocooning hers, careful of her wounds.

“I’m here,” I whispered down the bond, “I’m here. I won’t leave you. I love you.”

But all I was met with was an infinite void.

Attack On Titan Chapter 92 Thoughts

This chapter had some excellent action setpieces thrown around. It’s always great to see the Armoured Titan in action and Cartman having a metal mask and gattling turrets attached onto it’s back is really cool - it’s something to look forward to once this is animated.

It has it’s share of unintentional funny in the Titan rain, but as always even if it sometimes looks unintentionally funny (and that’s why it’s so easy to meme and make fun of - which I enjoy doing myself and is super fun), it still works. 

While the action of this chapter is really cool, the meat and strength once again lies in themes and characterization. The Titan rain is terrifying; not just because it’s these creatures we’ve grown to be terrified of across the past 91 chapters, but because what we know about them - these creatures are regular human beings.

It’s almost literal dehumanization.

Marley is straight-on buldozing towards the solution of continuing the cycle of violence. Again, the hatred is not entirely ungrounded - the Eldians probably did misuse the power at some point of time and even more so it is understandable from the Middle East Nation’s soldier, but just like Eren was at the beginning of the story and as we saw in the perspective of the mainland Eldians last chapter, the regular Marleyan soldiers and the Eldian warrior candidates are victims of a horrible regime and the perspective that is fostered within the system. No regular soldiers here probably know any better - how could they if the truth is hidden away from them and they don’t “know” to question the perspective they’re given? Eren had to go through some harsh lessons before he learned the truth of it all and saw that there really isn’t good and evil, just human weakness and fallability along with all the good.

We all have these possible fallabilities inside of us, the problem is when we let them best us.

This kind of hatred only continues the cycle, but it’s human. Unlike within many series, the incompetency and malice of the antagonists is actually presented as people being “weak”.

(Chapter 31)

So, the awful nobles we saw inside the walls and the leadership which upholds the Marley system are definitely horrible, but they are simply “weak”, not deserving of death or inhuman. This is why I feel like people criticizing Eren wanting to save Armin and not being human because of it is something I disagree with. It’s the point of the story that evil is something very human and comes from very human places. Be it desire to be powerful, to be acknowledged, to find joy in life or many other desires humans have.

There is value in seeing the bad guys get their comuppance, but plain hatred doesn’t really solve the problem. It’s moderation that does - no, not complacency, but a nuanced worldview and maturity.

(Chapter 17)

(Chapter 50)

It’s a disgusting sight to see the people controlled by the First King’s power Zeke has and then transformed into Titans by command. That’s what I’m going with for now, anyway - there would’ve been no room to spread serum or some material to make the people transform into Titans in Connie’s village -  we know that the whole village transformed at once.

The other question is why Zeke didn’t use that to transform all the SL into Titans. It might be explained properly later, but my guess is a character-based one.

(Chapter 77)

Zeke believes that wiping out the Eldians within the walls would finally bring peace. As said above, because of perspective Marley spreads and also probably his experiences with his father, Zeke most likely doesn’t see the people inside the walls as human.

The only character in this chapter and within the perspective we follow that does is Reiner and it’s sad.

(Chapter 42)

It’s because of the walls that Reiner’s perspective changed. His black and white worldview was challenged and that broke him. Eventhough he knew they were the enemy, he grew to care for his comerades, eventhough they were the enemy, they weren’t monsters.

So he is angry at his situation.

But perhaps he is the key to a better future now that he has had his perspective challenged? Who knows?

After all, the end of the era of the Titans is nearing. 

This chapter was a very solid chapter - some very nice action, but also strong thematic and character writing.

Where We Left Off

(part 1/?)

Summary: Tony Stark’s hidden daughter has remained safe for the past 16 years, but now the truth is finally coming out.
Word Count: 1k
A/N: The reader is Tony’s daughter and 16 so there isn’t going to be any romance with any of the avengers, that’s just weird.

Originally posted by thunderbirdthor

The normally obnoxious sounds of teenagers chatting and pencils tapping has been replaced by an eerie silence and a wave of nerves as each student is awaiting their name being called, and having to go up and start their presentation.

“ Are you fucking kidding me?” you whispered to your friend in the seat next to you. This was the 6th presentation on an Avenger you’ve seen today- and 7 people have gone. This presentation was your final and had pretty lenient guidelines; last 5 minutes and emphasize on a hero and why they deserve that title. You had expected some of the smart girls to write about their moms or the president or something but here you are listening to another girl oogle at a picture of Steve Rogers and explain his heroism. It’s not like you had anything against the super-human group, quite the opposite really. Tony Stark is your father.

Notice how I didn’t say “dad”, Tony Stark hasn’t provided any kind of fatherly care except for a check that comes in the mail every year on your birthday and quick texts every month or so asking how you’re doing. No hard feelings or anything, your mom was a one night stand and you get that. Once she found out you were bopping around in her uterus she fled New York and moved back in with her parents here in Michigan. After Tony became Iron Man things were different, you were in danger. Even though Tony didn’t act like he loved you, he did, and you both knew it. His weakness was you. In a effort to keep you safe and your file off of Hydra’s desks Tony did something that surprised everyone, he hid you in plain sight. No name changes, no private schools, just you (Y/N) Stark attending public high school and currently listening to your colleagues talk about your dad and his co-workers. If you felt normal, then maybe you actually could be.

something’s wrong, i’m picking you up from school, now.

The text from your father startled you, he has never even been in your hometown why was he coming here all of the sudden? Something must actually be wrong, something with mom? is your cover blown? you knew you shouldn’t have made that joke with the substitute teacher about being “Iron Girl”.

Your thoughts were cut short when the windows along the far wall were shattered and 6 Hydra agents stormed the classroom. Every mouth in the class dropped open and your teacher immediately reached for the class phone, only for it to be on the receiving end of a military grade rifle.

какой из них является Старк​ ?

(which one is Stark?)

All eyes immediate went to you and you swallowed down a gulp of air in panic. Knowing this was coming some day Tony had enrolled you in martial arts classes and you were skilled in hand to hand combat, something that was going to be very handy today.

At once all 6 Hydra agents stormed towards you, guns and batons at the ready but you were also ready. You played terrified and meek until the first agent became within arms reach, and then you put your plan into motion. You rapidly handed out a 1-2 combo on the agent’s face whilst grabbing his gun and sweeping his leg. The other agents raised their guns and you took advantage of your small height and agility and disabled and knocked out all 6 agents- looking pretty bad ass while doing so. They had landed a few good punches and you’re pretty sure the tall one cracked a few of your rips as they throbbed and constricted your breathing. As you were trying to catch your breath you looked up to 24 wide eyes and open jaws and just kinda shrugged. And if they still hadn’t figured out your famous heritage Tony crashing through the only remaining intact window in full Iron Man fashion really tipped the scale.

Tony reached you in an instant and and had Jarvis survey your body for any injuries. He removed his mask and had a plethora of questions.

“Are you alright? What happened in here? Did you do this yourself? We need to leave right now.”

The normal stoic facade of his was cracking and you thought you saw a hint of honest concern but it was quickly covered up once he saw that you were for the most part ok. Jarvis reported that you had 2 cracked ribs and your lung was extremely close to being punctured, those being your main injuries you would call that a pretty successful first fight. 6 to 1 baby! Tony closed up his mask and picked you up bridal style and flew right out the window, giving no clues to your destination or why any of these previous events happened.

“Where are you taking me?” you demanded answers, it’s not like this was just another Thursday class interruption, you deserved to know why 6 grown men crashed through the window and attacked you in the middle of school.

Tony rolled his eyes, he knew you couldn’t see so he didn’t feel bad about it. “Somewhere safe, you need to get those ribs fixed.”

“The hospital is the other way,” you noted, “we’re not going there are we?”

“Don’t worry, I have somewhere in mind.”

Mad: Part 12

Originally posted by younggjaebum

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside, some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Contains smut, violence and tense situations in some chapters

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anonymous asked:

kiss on bridge of the nose + lord yukimura??

  • Yukimura + Bridge of Nose (treasuring)

He knows his worst fears are confirmed when his heart dislodges from his chest and rushes headlong into the ground, splintering in tiny little shards. It will be the worst he has ever felt in a long time, having it confirmed that what he’s been seeing isn’t a dream or flights of fancy. The roar in his ears deafens him.

Saizo doesn’t immediately quip back either, and that’s how he’ll truly know. The ninja, so meticulous in each breath of his muscles, will still as if his whole body has been put momentarily on hold for his mind to catch up. In fact, he stills for so long, a second longer than necessary, Yukimura really won’t know how to breathe for the rush of panic that comes billowing through the hole in his chest.

“You’re going to have to repeat that, little lord.” And it comes out low, warningly, cautioning him to think through his thoughts carefully before uttering them into the space around them and making it real.

He soldiers on, because he’s a Sanada and he’s never stopped, not when it comes to fighting for his heart. “I asked you how do you seduce a woman, Saizo?”

Saizo looks at him then, his whole body twisting around like crooked bark. The gleam in his eyes won’t be unkind, but it won’t be compassionate either. He drops the arm halted midway on its path to his new cupboard, and Yukimara spies how his friend places an old, crumbling comb onto the floor, wrapping it in a kerchief before tucking it away from his prying eyes.

“And why are we asking this?”

He would have thought it obvious from the question, or at least obvious enough from the way the ninja looks him over. Nothing has ever escaped Saizo’s observations, so why bother asking? He can only conclude that his friend is being cruel, forcing him to confront what little pride he has left after having it chipped away piece by crumbling piece every day since—

He first notices it at dinner. The spark in the air crackles loud and tingles across his skin. It’s the strangest feeling, like trying to catch fireflies in moonlight, but nothing will come to him until his eyes settle on her, not too far away, and his entire body awakens at her smile. But she’s not smiling at him. That’s when his vision booms out and he notices his brother in frame, staring at her as if she alone possesses the moon and stars in her eyes. Their gazes lock too long on each other for it to seem appropriate.

It’s impossible, his mind shouts, so he leaves it be. Until he catches them again, this time in the hallway, and their palms brush softly underneath their sleeves, grasping each other’s fingers for the solitary second it takes for them to pass each other. The slide of skin is so quick and furtive his breath catches in his throat and something sharp oozes down to his toes. He almost wishes he hadn’t caught them, damning this strange prickle in the air whenever they’re together. 

He gains a fierce awareness of their proximity soon after, a deep pooling suspicion that makes him want to rip his skin off and hack it to pieces. He sees them everywhere. Hiding in plain sight. So heavy will his heart weigh, it pulls him down and down and down until he chokes on the longing and sickness coming from a fear he knows is not his natural state. He’s forced to wear the rind of somebody he doesn’t recognise, and it makes him sick.

Is it any wonder why his heart crashes so quickly now?

“Dear, why are you asking me this?” Saizo will move from his spot on the floor, his breath close enough to hiss.

Because I love her.”

And the confession destroys him. It bubbles so suddenly to the surface he has to spit it out, because what’s he to say under such scrutiny but the truth? A sharpness, bitter and biting, weaves itself around every muscle. He thinks it’s his heart, a new one, spawning in ugly spurts, that squeezes his breath in a chokehold, strangling him.

He hears a sigh rushing out not in irritation, but sympathy. He knows it’s a little pathetic, so he expects many things from Saizo in this moment. He expects the ninja to huff in amusement, the cruel jeer cutting at the skin he wears now until it peels off him in layers. He expects the ninja to offer advice, doled out sardonically, until his words shame him enough to crawl out of the pitiful wasteland that has become his heart. He expects the ninja to take out another lovers guide, and hopes that the salacious content will sizzle the fire lying dormant within so that it burns across his face, his chest, his soul, cleansing him. 

He expects all of it. What he doesn’t expect, at all, is the softness cupping his cheeks, the nothingness before a heartbeat, and then, like a faint candle, the feel of Saizo himself. Lips on his nose. Gentle. Sweet. 


It melts him.

Then Saizo pulls back, and everything is bright again. Sharp. “If you want to seduce a women, that’s how you do it,” he says, betraying nothing in his voice. “But I think it might be time to face the truth, dear.”

And Saizo turns him around, fingers clasped at his shoulders, so that his gaze faces towards the garden where he can see, in the little alcove hidden to most, the woman who takes his breath away together with his fierce, noble brother. She’s laughing though he won’t catch the sound, and he peeks Nobuyuki swaying ever closer, as if a force out of their control pushes them together until their bodies wilt into each other. They’re alive and so beautiful, silhouetted by the sun, that words dam up in his chest. Choking. He battles silently to drag them out.

It should be me, he screams. He should be the hero, not the one left behind. But silence is all he gets in this story.

They’re going to fall in love, he weeps. And the revelation exhausts what’s left of his strength.

Stop, he pleads. They won’t.

He stands there with the Lord Assassin holding him adrift, watching his brother curl errant fingers into her hair, and he will be too afraid to move for fear of the cut and burn and blinding pain caused by his broken heart strewn pitifully on the floor. 

He wonders through the roaring waves what he’ll do with all these pieces.  

There are too many pieces.

Listen listen, I’m going to tell you about the dream I just had involving these dorks Naruto and Gaara.

So I guess this takes place maybe just before shippuden starts, like a little after Naruto and Gaara fight and Gaara isn’t murderous anymore but still very awkward and conflicting about himself and people in general. Somehow the entirety of the ninja world is like at peace for the time being, so everybody decides to meet up at this gigantic prairie land looking area and have this big old festival. Like there’s vendors and little tents and games and everyone’s just chilling. We’re focused on Naruto and Gaara arriving at this location, not together, but they’re both coming from their own villages. They’re like on opposite ends of this riverside near the festival. Naruto catches sight of Gaara first and grins instantly. He hasn’t seen him since their fight, but he already is ready to greet his former opponent like a brother. Gaara on the other hand, catches sight of Naruto and becomes uneasy. He hasn’t seen that boy since the time when he tried to murder him and his friends. Why would he want to be around a former monster like that? Instinctually, Gaara becomes insecure and recoils from Naruto’s view before walking any further in his direction, just on time to miss seeing an excitedly waving hand from Naruto. He still feels very uncomfortable being around people that once viewed him as the monster he was. He just doesn’t know how to be okay with people yet, somewhat of a social anxiety you could say. He especially feels vulnerable around Naruto.
Naruto upon seeing Gaara suddenly retreat from his sight frowns and his mood drops instantly. What the hell was that about? Why would he disappear like that after seeing me, doesn’t he recognize me?? Naruto is overcome with confusion, which quickly turns to frustration, and bitterly makes his way into the festival. He finds Kakashi (he sorta just comes out of nowhere) and Kakashi notices Naruto’s bad mood right away by the plain sight of his face and upset noises he keeps making. He finally asks Naruto what’s wrong, so Naruto starts angrily blurting to him about his weird encounter with Gaara. After a moment of contemplating and silence as Naruto looks like he’s about to burst into angry tears, Kakashi laughs. Naruto is shocked and upset. “What the hell are you laughing about?!”
“Well, it sounds like Gaara’s just nervous. He doesn’t hate you, Naruto. He just doesn’t know how to be around people after what he’s been through. He’s never had any real friends of his own, and he’s still very wary when it comes to trusting others. You can understand why. I think the reason why he’s so reluctant to run into you is because you’re the only person trying to reach out to him so directly, and he isn’t prepared for that. Considering what you both have in common, I’ll bet he’s wanted to befriend you the most, which is why his nerves are acting up now. He’s just being a bit shy about it.”
This little pep talk has Naruto in awe, and his mood is lifted once more, perhaps more than the first time. He has a stupid grin on his face and his cheeks are pink with happiness at the thought of Gaara really wanting to be friends, too. Kakashi tells him to calm down. “Now you can’t just go running after Gaara, that’s sure to scare him. You have to approach him gently, like a cat. Think of Gaara as that cat from your first mission. Hopefully you don’t get scratched.”

Meanwhile, Gaara is stooping around in some semi-secluded area, like some sort of alley (I don’t know why there’s an alley, there just is), and he’s being eaten away by whatever anxious thoughts he has, until someone pops out of nowhere to talk some sense into him. You guessed it, it’s Maito Gai (I don’t know, I don’t know). Much to Gaara’s surprise and mild uneasiness, Gai starts to ask him what seems to be troubling his head. Of course, Gaara doesn’t say much of anything, but somehow Gai already knows (actually, I bet he found out about their encounter through Kakashi, but Gai let’s Gaara think he’s some sort of special mind reader). He asks if it’s about Naruto, and Gaara nods, brow furrowed. Gai chuckles a bit to himself. “You know, that boy really wants to befriend you. We can’t even say ‘Suna’ without him asking a million questions about ya! ‘How’s Gaara doing, what has Gaara been up to, when are we gonna invite Gaara to the leaf village’ he’s nuts!” Gaara just sits there with this wide-eyed expression at Gai, and finally speaks out. “… really?”
Gai laughs at Gaara’s shy response “Really really.”(I’m sorry)

They both decide to seek out each other again, and after some searching they run into each other on opposite sides of a crowd. Kakashi and Gai are watching their encounter from a hidden point, like the concerned parents they’re are(actually more like Gai dragged Kakashi out to accompany his eavesdropping). They boys are far apart like before, but Gaara catches Naruto shouting his name over the crowd. Just as Gaara’s about to make his way towards him, he’s taken aback again, this time because Naruto’s is running straight towards him like he’s going to make a jump attack. Kakashi groans as Gai tries to fight back his laughter. Gaara wants to recoil again, but instead stands his ground and just faces Naruto head on, hands at his side, heartbeat picking up. All at once, Naruto runs into Gaara like a long lost lover and encloses him in a bear hug, a pretty tight one too, probably the first real hug Gaara’s ever received. He is shook.
Naruto starts giggling because he knows he scared Gaara but he also knows Gaara’s just shy to his feelings. He hugs tighter. “Hey, don’t think I’m not gonna be excited as hell to see you after all this time! So don’t even try avoiding me!” Gaara finally allows himself to smile back, his anxiety loosening a bit as he reciprocates Naruto’s hug in his own gentle way. After maybe a million questions, they head off here and there, Naruto leading the way mainly, throughout the festival. At one point, Naruto and Gaara are chilling together while taking turns doing transformation jutsus and laughing at each other like the true dorks that they are (by the way, their voices are the Japanese actors, and Gaara is actually laughing, not like that creepy giggle he does when he is about to kill someone, but like a real actual happy laugh and he sounds like an angel and I’m crying). Naruto turns himself into some ugly old lady. They both laugh. Gaara turns himself into a bird.
“Why is that funny?”
“… because I’m a bird.”
They both laugh.(what’s wrong with these kids)

Sunny Days-chapter 1

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary: There’s nothing left in this world that isn’t hidden and Negan just found some gems.  

Word Count: 2,802 words

Warnings: surprise there. Not much for this chapter. Some hints at daddy kink. Let me know if I need to add any. Will get explicit in the future. This will be slow burnish.

Author’s Note: First foray into fan fiction. Not sure what I am doing, but this won’t leave my brain alone. I got this idea when I started thinking about how I would like to spend my days post zombie apocalypse and the movie Blast from the Past kinda popped up in mind. I’m not meant for roughing it. It’s been 12 years since I have written anything. @negans-network thanks for the encouragement. Here’s goes nothing.

His scouts had found the seemingly abandoned house in the middle of nowhere a few days ago and swore up and down that they had seen a girl going in through an upstairs window. When they tried to climb the fence surrounding the property, they were shocked, literally, that the electricity still flowed through it. The short wall of burned walkers around the perimeter made a lot more sense though.  

How the fuck was that fence still electrified?

Negan could see the house boarded up, a flat roofed car port, and a large dilapidated barn but nothing to suggest any kind of inhabitants or fucking technology. This place looked like it had been abandoned long before the world turned to shit.

He had been hiding in the trees beyond the fenced in yard. He hadn’t seen any sign of life all day. Every now and then a walker would meander through. Lucille took care of them easily. He was about to give up for the day. He didn’t want to be out at night especially when he could be balls deep in one of his wives and then tucked into his comfortable bed.  

Well hot diggity dog. Those fucking morons were actually right.

He saw her. She climbed out the second story window, lowering a basket on a pulley attached to the roof. The pale skin of her arms and face practically reflected the sunlight. Her long dark hair was in a ponytail. She scaled the lattice on the wall until she could easily jump to the ground. She grabbed the basket and seemingly without a care in the world walked to a cluster of trees. She scoured the ground and every now and then picked up something up and dropped in her basket.

When she was done scavenging in the dirt, he watched her climb back up, pull the now full basket up and go back inside. He walked the perimeter of the fence and found what he was looking for. One tall tree with a branch over hanging the fence.

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Husbands for Us

Philip x Female Reader


Word Count: 2480

Request: Could I gets some Phillip fluff + angst where its the night before his duel and he sneaks to the readers house to cuddle and talk about the future and the next day he leaves her a note telling her that he needed to defend her honor and his father’s.


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Fresh Start - Two Giant Bears

A/N: Part 9 of Fresh start - This is an AU with Mechanic!Dean and single mom!Reader. I’m really excited for this part and I hope you guys like it as much as I do. Thank you again to my marvelous beta @thorne93, she is the best.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Beth

Pairing: Dean x Reader (finally)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff and some more fluff.

Wordcount: 2317

*not my GIF*

Originally posted by dancewithmejensen

Saturday morning started with a bang. You could count on one hand the times in her short life Beth had slept in in the morning, and of course this was one of those rare times. Dean was gonna come pick you both up to go to the carnival at 10am and a sleepy Beth had come into your room and woken you up at 9.30. By some miracle you had managed to get Beth washed up and dressed by 10am and she was seated at the kitchen table drawing when the door rang. You were still in your PJ’s that consisted of a pair of shorts and an old AC/DC shirt, and you were only a little embarrassed when you opened the door to find Dean standing there looking like he had been up for hours.

“Hey! I’m sorry, but we’re running a little late this morning, my blue-eyed alarm didn’t go off at it’s usual time,” you said and shot your daughter a teasing look.

“No worries!” Dean couldn’t help but smile at how flustered you looked.

“Give me like ten minutes to get ready?”  You shot over your shoulder as you ran up the stairs to go get dressed. Dean had no idea how to start a conversation with your daughter, but he decided to join her in the kitchen anyway.

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Cancel That Date; Michael Clifford Smut

Hello dearies! 

I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive lately. I’ve just been so busy lately! Anyway I’ve managed to finally finish this Michael smut so I really hope you guys enjoy it! As always feedback is welcome!

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All That’s Best of Dark and Bright (Bucky x Reader Part 19/?)

Here it is!  Sorry for the delay.  Hope it will be at least somewhat worth the wait.  Special thanks as always to @hispeculiartreasure, @clutter-buck, @ladyhawkbunny, and @mellon-collie for all the help and encouragment they provide while writing.  And thanks to all the followers and anons who send me such lovely messages!  Especially @charlesxcvier @paulaamarieee @thelastvaultdweller @theoneandonlyowengrady @undiscl0sed-desir3s @maryjanemjn @berrystained @levirivaillelover @the221buckyfangirl @theladymakai @hollysleeps who have requested tags/mentions! Let me know what you think!

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Sleep had been fitful for him, not much different than usual.  But he had anticipated nightmares and there were none.  He wondered if his mind were giving him a small reprieve.  Perhaps reliving the scenes from the bar over and over in his head as he lay on the floor had been nightmare enough.  Though, he supposed he dreamt while he dozed.  There was an image floating around in his mind he knew he hadn’t seen in real life.  You, leaning against a fire escape back in Brooklyn on a sweltering summer afternoon, top buttons of your blouse undone as you drank from a bottle of Coca-Cola with the condensation pooling at your fingers, smiling at him.  Whether it was a true dream or his mind wandering places it didn’t belong while he tried to sleep, he had no idea.  All he did know was that he wanted it bad, much more than he ought to.

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anonymous asked:

Hiii! Sorry for the late answer but my professors decided to give my tons of essays to write -_- I think you talked about my request: a fluff with Rin or Makoto and the reader feeling down because she's always so insecure of herself and has zero self confidence ^^

Yup! This is the one! A tiny trigger warning bc this story deals with self loathing. You guys always have to remember not to doubt yourselves. You’re so much better than you think you are. Enjoy! Also once again I chose Makoto!

You trudged through the halls of Iwatobi High, head down. You stared down at the floor with a blank expression, but you still heard all of it. The laughter, the whispers, the snickering. All directed at you. You had no proof that they were laughing at you, but what else could they be laughing at?

When you weren’t with Makoto, you didn’t seem to have much confidence. Even when you were, you just felt safer, sometimes you felt even worse when you were with him. Stray thoughts made you insecure about his love for you. Your self esteem never really grew. And if it did, it was crushed back down immediately.

You took your usual seat in the classroom, which was in the back, by the window. As you stared out at the snowy campus, you also paid attention to the faint reflection in the window. You saw them point and laugh in your direction. You sighed, another day spent acting like you didn’t care, when you did. You really, really did.


Class had been dull as usual that day. The only bright patches were break and lunch with your friends on the swim team.

You walked out to the front gate of the school, bundled up in your winter clothing. You saw the familiar tall figure waiting for you. You smiled softly into your scarf at the sight of him, but your bad mood and gloomy attitude had not been lifted. You reached him, and you locked hands, beginning to walk.

The walk was silent after you greeted each other. You stared down at the snow covered ground, a frown hidden under your scarf. You were lost in your thoughts and negative emotions. Why would Makoto date you of all people? He was handsome, intelligent, strong, talented. You didn’t see yourself as pretty, smart, or talented at anything. You weren’t anything but ordinary. You were just-

“(Y/N),” Makoto’s voice rang softly for the third time, breaking your concentration. “Earth to (Y/N),” Makoto laughed, waving a hand in front of your face.


“I asked how your day was. You looked upset, is something wrong?” Makoto looked down at you, worry etched on his features.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, putting on a fake cheerful attitude. You didn’t really feel like talking. “My day was good,” you lied. You faked your best smile, pulling your scarf down under your chin so he could see the bottom half of your face. “Sorry I was just thinking!” You giggled. You were getting pretty good at acting happy when you weren’t.

“Oh!” Makoto laughed softly. “Well I’m glad your day was good.” When you looked away again Makoto frowned. Something was wrong, and he didn’t like it.

The two of you arrived at your house and you turned to face each other. You pulled Makoto into a huge hug, digging your fingers into the back of his this jacket.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

Do you really?

“I love you too, Makoto.”

I really, really do.

You pulled out of the hug and walked up your driveway to your front door. Instead of turning to wave goodbye to him like normal, you threw yourself into your house as fast as possible, head down the whole time.

The remainder of your evening was a complete blur. Meaningless television, dinner, shower, bed.

You weren’t normally like this, usually you were happier, but today, for some reason, had just plain sucked.

As you lay in bed, you went through the entire chain of self doubt in your head. All of the mean things you could think about yourself, cutting corners and making yourself belief you were just ordinary. Wondering why Makoto had chosen you. You wanted to cry, but you didn’t. What would Makoto think if he saw you crying over something so trivial?

Images of Makoto laughing with the others about how he had dated you as a joke flashed through your head. No. Makoto could never do that to anyone. You drifted off to sleep, these thoughts plaguing you to the very last second of your consciousness.

You woke up the next morning in no better mood than before. You pulled yourself out of bed and to the bathroom to get ready for the day to come.

You didn’t care for your own appearance. You didn’t think you were particularly ugly, just average. You wondered if it would be better to be ugly than just ordinary. At less then you’d have a reason to stand out, rather than being forgettable.

The longer you stared into the eyes of your reflection, the more you wanted to release your pent up emotion and just cry. Your eyes began to sting, welling up with tears.

You sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the wall, and broke down. Ordinary. Average. There was nothing appealing or special. You saw other people who had some special trait or cute and odd part of their personality. You just felt dull. Ordinary. Average. Bleak. Dull. Boring.

Your hand ran through your average hair. More tears spilled from your bleak eyes, running down your average skin. Your dull features displaying despair. Sobs racked your full body. Why did you feel so terrible? Nothing had really changed in the last few weeks. You had felt happy just the other day, but now your world was falling apart for no good reason. It didn’t make sense.


Makoto stood on your front porch, just in front of your door. A bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand, your favorite ice cream in the other.

After a few minutes of having rung the doorbell, Makoto fished the spare key out of his pocket and let himself in.

“(Y/N),” Makoto called. “I brought you flowers and ice cream!”

There was no response, and Makoto frowned. Where were you? You hadn’t left the house, he could tell. Your keys were still on the coffee table.

He poked his head into the rooms before he stopped in his tracks. He could swear that he heard crying.

He made his way to the source of the sound. He stepped into your bathroom. The moment he saw you, curled against the wall, bawling your eyes out, he dropped everything we was holding and rushed to your side.

He pulled you into his arms, hugging you to his side. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Makoto asked, stroking your shining hair.

You continued to cry before you lifted your head, which had been pressed against his arm. You pulled yourself away from him, about at arms length.

“Do you even really love me?” You barely managed to choke it out. A couple of seconds passed with no sound. “I mean, I’m not pretty or- or smart, or talented. I’m just me. I’m average. Below average. Why date me? There’s so many other people and I’m just-”

Makoto pulled you back into a fierce hug. “(Y/N), I love you so much. How could you ask me a question like that? You’re beautiful. Your hair shines and it’s so soft. Your eyes are always lit up when you’re happy. Your smile is amazing, you know. (Y/N), there are days where I’d kill to see your smile. You’re intelligent and so clever. I can practically see the gears turning in your head. You’re so much smarter than you think, and you’re also talented, too. I love how you’re so passionate about every little thing you do, even if it’s just baking a cake or reading books or just listening to music. (Y/N), I love how your eyes light up, and it kills me to see them so lifeless and sad. Do I love you? How you could ask me that? Of course I love you, and there’s too many reasons to count.”

Your eyes widened as Makoto spoke. You felt better, for once. The nagging sense of loathing seemed to be almost gone. “Makoto I’m sorry for being so stupid.”

“Don’t be sorry. Please don’t be sorry,” Makoto said, pulling you to his chest even tighter. “I love you, so much, okay?”

So you do mean it?

“I love you too, Makoto.”

I mean it too. I really do.

(I’m sorry that turned out so insanely long! I just got so many ideas. Anyway guys, please never ever doubt yourselves. You’re smarter, prettier, and more talented than you give yourself credit for. There is always going to be someone who loves you, me included. You should never have to feel alone. Never doubt yourselves, because you might hate how you look, but there’s someone else out there who loves everything you hate about yourself, and everything else about you. And that person can teach you to love yourself too.)

Title: The Last of us: Calm Before The Storm

Chapter: 1

Universe/Fandom: The Last of Us

Warnings: Language

Notes:  Here’s the first chapter. It’s going to start off with the parts from Left behind then start turning into it’s own thing. It’s going to be a AU where Riley never got bit. Bare with me on this. This is my first official fic. Hope everyone will stick around for it because I want this to be a long one.

Word count:  4,236

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Finally! If you want some extra-feely feels later, play this at the line “Bucky’s heart was suddenly racing”. (And yes, that is implying what you think it is - prepare yourself for these two idiots to stop being prats). @the-loud-and-crazy-rabbit-pirate and @procrastinatingvirgo enjoyed the last chapter. Enjoy, my darlings!

Just read Part 10 of Civil War and immediately remembered Nat’s line at AOU where she had to pick up after the boys (*≧▽≦)ノシ)) 

Yes! I love Natasha. This is exactly what she would say. 😂

Civil War (Part 11)

Part 10

Bucky didn’t really get a choice in the matter, after Natasha pushed him out of the front door and locked it behind him. He couldn’t hear precisely what she was saying on the other side but he could guess.

Shrugging his jacket on a little tighter, Bucky braced the cold wind looking like the perfect brooding teenager. Hands in his pockets, head low, and a pensive expression. He made to turn left and head for the shops where Steve would be – until he felt something hit the back of his head. After swearing, Bucky whirled around, clutching the spot that would likely be tender for the next few days.

Natasha leaned out of the window, poised to throw something else – a book of some kind – until she saw Bucky scowling at her. She pointed fiercely in the other direction and begrudgingly, Bucky followed orders, mumbling expletives under his breath. It didn’t take him long to reach your home. He spent a few minutes just watching, wondering whether or not to go in.

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A Thousand Natural Shocks - Chapter 9

Summary: Thirty years ago, Stanley Pines made a deal. Now, in the wake of Bill’s defeat and his brother’s disappearance, Ford begins to unravel Stan’s dark secrets. Neverhuman AU by [@notllorstel]

Thanks as always to @trustme-im-a-pirate for the awesome character of Shermaine Pines!


Gravity Falls, August, 2012

Fiddleford, to his credit, had explained the best he could. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean much, considering the nature of the message he had to convey. His good intention was certainly lost on Ford as he paced fervently around the room, alternating between nervously picking at his fingers and simply wringing his hands in panic.

“Stanford,” Fiddleford tried. “This ain’t the way to -”

Ford stopped abruptly in his tracks. “My brother is an idiot,” he said blankly. “A complete knucklehead. How on Earth did he manage to delude himself into thinking that this was a - a remotely good idea? How did he even - What was he thinking?”

“By my reckonin’… he wasn’t. But from what I’m seein’ here, Stanford… right now, you ain’t doin’ much thinkin’ either.” The other man shook his head. “I’m sorry, Stanford, but there ain’t anythin’ you can do stompin’ around like that, other than wear down Tate’s new carpet.”

They looked at each other for a long moment. “Stanley made a deal,” Ford said finally, his tongue strangely heavy in his mouth, “with a creature from the other side of the portal. With - an entity that exists outside the dimensions, the one that drove you insane with a simple glimpse. All for the knowledge with which to rebuild the portal, to - to get me back. I don’t see how calm I can be under these particular circumstances, Fiddleford.”

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why can’t zarkon find voltron even though he had 10k years to do it

so, after getting my other roommate to watch voltron, we started getting into some meta discussions because, since voltron is a kids space show with giant robots, it leaves much to be desired in the “actual science” department, there was a lot of “???” parts that bugged her

one of the things that came up was zarkon being the former black paladin, that means he’s been around for 10,00 years, right? why hasn’t he managed to find voltron yet? the castle ship has been sitting in the same place for 10 centuries, sitting on the surface of a planet, in plain sight.

so, i’m thinking about this from multiple points. for one thing, that 10,000 years started with zarkon warring with the alteans. even assuming that allura went into cryosleep right at the end of that conflict, the alteans were a very diplomatic race. it’s safe to say they had countless allies across countless star systems. this means, of course, that zarkon must have had plenty of power and resources himself to win against the alteans, but his aggression was the start of a MASSIVE space war. becoming embroiled in a gigantic space war that you started and obviously don’t want to lose is probably a VERY long process. his end goal is still a little cloudy at this point, but going off from what we have seen in the first season, it seems he wants to cement his status as the most powerful being in the universe, a goal that requires an immense take-over of countless civilizations AND possession of voltron in order to both impose his will and squash rebellion and resistance. so, during this 10,000 year span (and who knows if he spent any of it in cryosleep), zarkon was not only looking for voltron, he was working on conquering and establishing his empire. this is a long process, involving the conquer of civilizations and the acquisition of resources to support a multi-star-system spanning empire and its expansion. 

another thing (and probably the main reason) is that space is really big. SOOOOOOO BIG. it’s safe to assume that both the castle ship and lions have some kind of anti-tracking technology, since king alfor sent them away specifically so zarkon couldn’t find them, so the only way to really find them is MANUALLY. not to mention, as we saw in episode 1, the lions weren’t just sitting in plain sight, they were hidden away in locations where often even the signs of the lion’s location could only be found with a worthy paladin’s presence. they aren’t that big either, if you think about the scale of them in comparison to a planet. i’m not surprised that zarkon was only ever able to get a hold of the red lion (i’m actually a little surprised that he had it). 

this actually brings into question, why was the red lion aboard that galra ship, and not extremely closely guarded at zarkon’s central command? if it was somehow lost, finding it again could be impossible. i believe that either the red lion had only just been found and was still in the process of being transported, OR zarkon was attempting to use it to locate the other lions somehow. if zarkon had found the red lion just by searching, i’m sure it was not an easy process. there’s also a possibility that he obtained the red lion shortly after the altean conflict and it was never able to be properly hidden, but i think he would have put it in a more strongly guarded area by now after 10k years of it not helping him find jack diddly squat. ANOTHER theory i’ve been simmering on is that the galra were already aware of the lions becoming active again before the paladins found the red lion, right? the red lion could actually have been sent out as bait to lure the other lions and their paladins out to where the galra could find them (but obviously, they underestimated the abilities of these new paladins and they got away :P)

so, while yes, this new generation of paladins signals the beginning of the end for the galran empire, this is also the closest zarkon has ever been to obtaining voltron in 10,000 years.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1644

Member: Wonwoo

A/N: My apologies if this wasn’t what you wanted, anon. I tried? :{B

- Admin Dahlink

Wonwoo crumples the piece of paper in front of him and tosses it into bin, sighing when it misses (like most of the papers he tossed for the past half hour). He has been trying to come up with something to surprise his girlfriend for their one-year anniversary, but nothing memorable or even remotely fascinating comes to mind.

He knows he isn’t the most expressive when it comes to feelings, but he really wants her to know that she means a lot to him and that he appreciates everything she’s done for him. The only problem is – how?

He removes his headphones and hears the loud voices of his members in the living room and contemplates on asking them for ideas. There are two outcomes if he does decide to ask them: either his members will present him with a cringe-worthy but amazing idea, or the idea will be too embarrassing it’ll make him want to dig a grave for himself.


Wonwoo looks up and sees Mingyu enter the room. “Hey.”

Should he ask Mingyu for ideas? Would the boy be helpful or…?

“What have you been doing in here? It’s a mess,” Mingyu asks as he picks up the crumpled papers on the floor. “Have you been working on your lyrics?”

Fuck, Wonwoo immediately jumps up from his place when Mingyu opens up one of the papers out of sheer curiosity. He tries to snatch the paper away but the taller boy grins and raises his arms up above their heads.

“Whoa, whoa, hyung. What’s this?” Mingyu says, his eyes focused on the piece of paper in his hands.

This little shit, Wonwoo thinks. He gives up trying to get the paper because he may be the one of the tallest members in the group, but this little giant in front of him is way taller and seems to know how to use his height to his advantage.

“Are you really trying to surprise _______ with homemade cupcakes, hyung?” Mingyu questions once he is finished reading the words written (or rather, scribbled).

Wonwoo takes the paper from Mingyu’s hands and sighs. “Not really.”

“That’s cute, hyung. Real cute,” Mingyu chuckles as he eyes the rest of the paper on the floor. “If you wanted our help you could’ve just asked.”

“What are you talking about?” Wonwoo asks incredulously. “I don’t need any help.”

“Yeah, sure you don’t.”

“Don’t sass me, Kim Mingyu. That’s Seungkwan’s job.”

“Come on, hyung. You should get out of this room and ask the others. They might be able to help.”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “No, thank you. I’m fine doing this myself.”

“I can tell,” Mingyu scoffs and rolls his eyes as he pulls the older boy with him. “Guys!” he claps his hands when they reach the living room. “We have an emergency situation – a 911.”

You sit down at the edge of your bed and absent-mindedly stare at your plain white ceiling. You reread the text message from your boyfriend, Wonwoo, that says he’ll come over to pick you up at 6 o’clock sharp – that’s in 10 more minutes.

You have not seen or talked to him all day, and text messaging does not count as talking. The first thing that he said to you this morning had been a short but sweet ‘Happy One Year Anniversary, _______. Let’s go on for thousands more!’ You couldn’t help but to squeal out loud. You can’t picture Wonwoo saying this to you face-to-face, but the things he says when you two text always astounds you. You don’t consider yourself a morning person and you were certainly not fully awake for this, but you’re truly grateful that Wonwoo remembered. Just because of that text alone, your day (well, half your day) went by particularly good.

You fix your hair and your shirt carefully. You aren’t sure where Wonwoo’s taking you because when you asked, all he said was to wear comfy clothing and he emphasised to not wear heels. That’s a very useful answer.

You’re excited, of course. You’re just worried about where he’s taking you.

He’s not taking me to go mountain-climbing, is he?

Your doorbell rings, so you check your appearance one last time before answering the door.

“Hey, babe,” Wonwoo greets you as you lean up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Hey,” you reply. “So…where are we going?”

Wonwoo merely laughs at your question. “You’re going to have to wait and see.”

“I hate that sentence,” you mutter as you link your arm with his.

You and Wonwoo walk out of your apartment building in silence, the kind of silence that you’re both comfortable with. Your boyfriend seems adamant on not revealing anything just yet, and his poker face isn’t helping the situation either.

Wonwoo suddenly turns around and faces you. “Do you trust me, _______?”

You gape up at him. “Y-yeah,” you respond, uncertain. I think.

“Okay, that’s good enough,” he gives you a small smirk.

“W-wha –“

“Hello, Miss _______!”

You blink like a fool when you see Seungcheol and Seungkwan in a car, that you finally become aware of, in front of you.

“Seungcheol?” you ask suspiciously. “Seungkwan?”

The two dark-haired males nod enthusiastically and give you toothless smiles.

“Don’t mind us,” Seungkwan offers helpfully. “I’m just here to accompany him,” he signals to the group’s leader.

“Get in the car, babe,” Wonwoo states as he gently takes your hand and leads you to the backseat.

You get in the car as instructed, your questions that are in need of answers floating inside your head. One thing is why is Seungcheol in the driver’s seat and calling you formally? Miss _______? You shudder. Once this day is over, you do not ever want to hear that again.

Without saying another word, Seungcheol drives out of your neighbourhood. Wonwoo produces a blindfold from his jean pocket and shows it to you. You stare at the satin cloth in his hands, then at his face, back to the cloth again.

“What’s with the blindfold?” you swallow thickly. “Jeon Wonwoo, I love you a lot and I adore you, but where in the world are we going?” you didn’t mean to whine, but you did.

Wonwoo shakes his head cutely. “I’m trying to surprise you, babe. Can you please just humour me?”

“I’m so sorry,” you muffle your laugh with the palm of your hand, feeling absolutely horrid for badgering your boyfriend too much. “Okay, okay. Please,” you gesture towards the satin cloth.

You decide that you’ll just trust him, like you always do. Wonwoo doesn’t do things like this very often, but you appreciate the little things he does for you anyway. He can’t express himself that well, and it must’ve taken him a lot of courage to do this for you.

Once he blindfolds you, you can’t see a thing, obviously. He interlaces your fingers with his, easing your worry and making you feel protected.

“Now,” Wonwoo says. “I want you to just listen to my voice, okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

Throughout the entire drive, all you hear is Wonwoo’s deep but soothing voice as he tells you the best moments he had shared with you during the one year you’ve been together, not missing a single thing. He tells you some things you already know, but he manages to astonish you with hidden details – such as expressing how much he enjoyed the date that you had planned for the two of you months ago, and you were nervous he didn’t really like it because his face didn’t show it.

Right now, you would really like it if you could see your boyfriend’s face, but you bite your tongue. He didn’t have to tell you these things at all because you believe in the saying ‘actions speak louder than words’. He’s not as open as Seungcheol, or Junhui, or Seokmin, or any other guys you’ve come across, but he is sincere in all he does and that’s all that matters to you.

(Seungcheol, Junhui and Seokmin are sincere too, but they’re embarrassing dorks and it’s a whole different story.)

The car comes to a stop after some time (most likely 20 – 25 minutes, you gather). Wonwoo loosens your blindfold and you blink your eyes repeatedly to regain your sight. Your boyfriend is out the door before you can even see properly. He opens your side of the door and extends a hand to you and you take it gratefully.

“I’m sorry for the blindfold.”

You smile at him. “It’s okay.”

You are about to ask him where he’s brought you, but one look at the place has you widening your eyes in surprise – the lovely cherry blossom trees that surround the area and the gorgeous fallen petals prettifying the beautiful green grass. You recall yourself holding Wonwoo’s hand while walking along the riverbank a year ago.

“Umm…” you mumble.

“_______.” Wonwoo takes your hand in his as he stares at you intently. “A year ago, on the same day, we went here for our first date.”

You nod patiently. “I remember.”

“Do you also remember that you didn’t feel well that day?”

You groan. “We had to cut our date short because of that. I still feel bad to this day.”

“Don’t be,” Wonwoo gives you a warm smile and lifts your chin up to face him. “What do you say we recreate our first date, hmm? Minus – you know – being unwell.”

You both laugh at the last sentence, but you excitedly nod at him as you pull him to you for a tight bear hug. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You didn’t need an extravagant gift or be treated to an expensive meal, but just spending time with Wonwoo makes you happy. And this surprise he planned for you? It’s more than enough and you appreciate it…a lot.

A/N: What even is this? I cringed the entire time I wrote this and I spent literally hours trying to come up with a perfect ending and I still failed.

♠Organising Thoughts On PMMM: Rebellion, part zwei♠

let’s do this part 2, electric boogaloo

part ein is right here, discussing characters individually, while this post focuses more on overarching themes in PMMM. in other news, pidge is a giant nerd baby who writes essays on anime movies for fun

I might do an additional post all special for Homulilly, Homura’s witch form, since it’s just plain interesting.


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the comeback kids (post 2.16; fitzsimmons, maysimmons)

What Fitz does with the Toolbox, and what Jemma and May do without it. 

edited by the lovely annakorlovs

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It only takes him about twelve seconds to figure it out.

Sure, he felt that small pang of hurt when Jemma didn’t turn on her heel, falling into perfect step with him as he protested. But it’s not in Jemma’s nature to make a big scene. She’d done enough of that today. But as soon as he saw her diagnostics he knew.

Hers is the silent rebellion.

He loves her for it.

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Emma as Regina’s Saviour, the tragic twist leading to the quintessential relationship

As promised, here is the continuation of our friend’s “SwanQueen: the ongoing journey” meta theory which offers answers to (believe it or not, discussions that followed it resulted with more argumentation) some other questions. Now, is this just an idle dissection that besides getting CSers’ nappies in a twist – only serves to make speculations about the narrative of this show more imaginative and more fun than the show itself? Did our friend crack the code of subversive storytelling, or are we all just a horde of ‘mass-delusionals’? Or did we all lose hope because optimism is terrifying and it’s much easier to be pessimistic? Well, read this and decide for yourself.

-your TTMC staff

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I’ve been dragged in for this one. Not kicking and screaming, so much, as *makes  sheepish “Hiiiee” Emma-meeting-Regina-face*. I would be the interruption to regular programming. ;)

I’ve been grappling with how I can address this further while both, I guess, honouring my “theory”?  Whilst also not getting tooooooo far (further?) into crazy-ville (but the line between sanity and madness is a thin one, so.). It’s prob a bit late for that, at this point, lol.

Before I entered the fandom, I don’t mind telling you, I was in awe of OUaT creators’ genius. After I entered the fandom (and was thrown into a tail spin by the PR), I found it seemed all the intelligent people were criticising the show to the ends of the earth and all the daft ignorant prejudice nasty people were claiming it. It caused me to have doubts about my own perceptions. Getting wrapped up in other people’s perceptions can be a dangerous thing.

One friend is convinced that I have attributed far too much logic and credit to their writing and it’s all just my delusion? Finding sense where there is none. Mind you, she also ff-ed through 3b, so, it’s possible? She might not be seeing all that is there? Lol.

As one beautiful person (who has been hurt and jaded by all this PR and fandom fuckery) kindly said, beautiful human stories with depth are important and even if we don’t get it on this show, with these characters, at least it perhaps can serve to remind us that they are out there (sometimes you just have to look a little harder). And perhaps even some of us can be the ones to go on and tell them :) There should always be a balance of lightness and darkness, right? So I shall leave the mitigating (my) objective hopefulness (as one friend put it) with the possible worst-case-scenario reality of anti-climactic disappointment, to the good folks on this blog (the regulars :)

Some folks are scared to hope. Who can blame them? I too, have felt it. It’s contagious. Because damn. Being made to feel like you’re invisible sure does take its toll. But feeling and being, are not necessarily the same thing. After all ‘perception is nine tenths of reality’ and the risk is always that it becomes a self-fulfilling prophesy. People’s grievances about society in general have been dragged in, polluting perceptions of the onscreen narrative. It’s understandable.

Some folks, quite apart from the onscreen drama, are simply appalled at how this show has handled their queer fanbase. At that, I can make no excuses for them. However I can venture to speculate on how the show runners might justify their conduct. In keeping with (my) theory (because otherwise, this wouldn’t be a break in usual programming ;)  I wonder if they were afraid that if they ever even slightly went there they would be opening up the floodgates? Quite apart from the pandemonium that would invariably erupt across the fandom, it would risk illuminating the thing that was meant to stay ‘hidden in plain sight’. For a show aiming to run a number of seasons (and playing ‘the long game’), they perhaps thought that too great a risk to take?

The question has been raised: But, if SQ was “Endgame”, wouldn’t they actually want a few SQ fans LEFT still watching the show, to see it? My guess to that one, they may not believe most people would follow through on their threats to switch off (or that however many it may seem ‘online’ are ‘switching off’, that’s not a true complete representation of the show’s entire viewership. So they weather the ‘online storm’ keeping the big picture in mind?). They might be taking the punt, or taking for granted, anyone who is a true fan of the core characters, Emma, or Regina, or both, are much more likely to be loyal true OUaT fans and however upset/pissed off they may be, they just won’t be able to help themselves. In other words, they appease the GA because they need them for ratings and anyone who is a fan of the faux-ships (or their male counterparts) are more likely to be transient viewers and would leave if they didn’t get their leather clad pirate, or forest man, or Twilight-gen-conditioned ships (which may also simply be seen as promoting the show in general while keeping the true gems hidden: “Happy endings aren’t always what you expect them to be”). And they figure, SQ fans will be happy eventually, so ‘all’s well that ends well’… All, speculation of course.  

I don’t think it’s so much that anything was “too obvious”, as how much the demands of the new medium age (obligatory web fan “interaction”/PR) dramatically conflict with the old medium (series tv). Very hard to honour a long term vision in an age of instant feedback/interaction and ‘we want it!/tell us! now now now!’  Where, patience and settling in for the long haul is an alien concept. I think I kinda had this fantasy that if I kept quiet about it then everybody else would keep it on the down low too…Surprisingly, it turns out I don’t have a telekinetic connection with the world’s queer/queer-friendly-community, so that didn’t really work out ;)

As for the actresses being in on the plan, hmmm. I dunno. All highly speculative obviously. I will tell you, from merely watching the onscreen portrayals and never having read/watched any interviews, with either actress, I would have bet my bottom dollar that in fact BOTH actresses were ‘in on the plan’ (by nature of the characters, JenMorr’s ‘vibe’ is going to come across as sorta oblivious and well just, subtler). But, after I caught up with the PR machine, I pretty much thought the exact opposite, lol. Especially after Lana’s Paris Con performance *blinks* …I’ve now moved on to pretty much believing they may not have known anything, but yes, Lana played the subtext up to a point—not necessarily as a ‘grand plan’, but as a thing that co-existed. However, the RH “soulmate” storyline I think (as I suggested before) even she was convinced was meant to be for real (I suspect  Lana  may have got a bit wrapped up in projecting her RL romance and her Paris Conn display was a lot of speculation lacking in insight, before she had any idea where this story was going #No Spoilers, S4). Actors are merely players in the play (which is what Lana basically said in her answer to the SQ question peeps got so upset over).  Of course, to speculate even further (cos that’s what ‘fans’ do, right? ;) it is also possible, that all of that proclamation about Robin being Regina’s ‘soulmate’ (“Fairy dust never lies”) was to reinforce the audience perception of REGINA’S general belief of it, to add weight to the story and the risk of Regina’s redemption being undone, only to make the reveal all the more surprising.  Ow. Wow. There’s some heavy speculation for ya :)  Which, I actually believe is highly possible. How do you talk and sell, while saying as little as possible?  How do you preserve the vision, the true hidden gems, while doing ALL this media stuff? If you look at all the PR objectively, as just simply selling the show in a general sense and laying out superficial plot stuff (as opposed to fandom management—that’s just the perception of fanbases), then there’s nothing really surprising, or offensive about it.

Nevertheless, hounding the actors for answers is a really bad idea. And the truth is (as I talked about in an older post here) they may not even know anyway. They don’t need to know! That’s the thing about subtext. The actors don’t have to “play” the subtext, because it’s part of the characterisation. If a good actor is doing their job, it will just naturally come through, because it’s ‘in the writing’ (and direction/editing).

Must remember, the craft of acting and storytelling existed LONG before the celebrity age. It is a drastic dichotomy. We say, ‘but look how lucky they are. Can’t they give a little back to their fans?’ And well, sure. Fair enough.  All things being equal in a balanced world, ‘why not?’, indeed.  And by necessity of the celebrity age (exacerbated via the internet), they have to do it. But, that doesn’t make it, not still a vile contradiction and offence to the fundamental essence of the craft of acting. It is a very dangerous thing for an actor to step outside their character and judge from an audience’s perspective (which all this PR and fan questions require them to do). That may be a Celebrity’s job, but it is not an Actor’s job. An actor’s job is to empathise with their character and to be a vessel.

More SQ analysis ;-P (aka. the ‘expansion’ of the theory)

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